I wasn't in love with Harry.
Sure, he was a nice guy, and I love him. But, I'm not in love with him. It took me a while to realize I never was.
I was in love with the knight in shining armor ideal that he provided. I wanted the fairy tale.
That's why it was so easy to accept it when we broke up. It was always easy to break up with the boys I dated.
I didn't care.
But… It's all so much different with her.
She's… Perfect. She doesn't think so, but that's only because she is busy thinking about everyone one and everything else. She's the "brightest witch of our age" and she's beautiful. She's caring, yet she sticks up for her beliefs. Her S.P.E.W. campaign is so cute!
I can remember summers with her as far back as after my first year. I remember going to her for homework help and "boy trouble."
I know it's silly, but I can remember being only twelve and lying awake and watching her peaceful sleep. Listening to her rhythmic breathing…
She never treated me as "just Ron's baby sister." She always treated me as an equal.
Always.
I'm in my sixth year and she's in her seventh. Still, I watch her. Praying someday I'll see her watching back.
I'm in love with this girl.
I want to shout it from the highest tower:
"I'm in love with Hermione Jane Granger!"
Knowing this made me realize I had to tell my family.
I officially "came out of the closet" the summer after Harry and I broke up.
For a while, Ron was angry. He blamed Harry/
Dad was too frazzled with the Ministry and the Order to do anything. Mom just nodded and told me she loved me anyway.
"There are far worse things you could be. So you're a lesbian? You're not dating Malfoy's son. I don't care. You're my baby, my last baby. I don't care if you like girls," she told me. Then she hugged me. I openly cried.
The twins didn't care. Neither did Charlie. Bill seemed almost worried. I can't even imagine why.
Percy doesn't know. He's dead to me. He returned the sweater mum made him and he sided against the entire family. He's dead to me. So, I don't care what he thinks. He doesn't get to know.
I've told Harry and Hermione and Luna.
Harry was hocked. He didn't understand how I could just do a full 180. He thought it was my way of getting over him. What a spotlight hog that boy is!
Luna just smiled airily and asked about spordifs and kerdingles.
Hermione…. Hermione had seemed glad to hear that I was a lesbian.
That alone gave me hope.
Back at school, I'm called a "raging bull-dyke" just because I'm not as feminine as other girls. Just because I spend every waking hour playing quidditch…
What else can a girl do to work off built-up sexual-frustration?
Sitting in the library, I can see her. Hermione, my beautiful princess, was sitting in the back of the library. She was seated by the windows and the sunlight streaming in made her look like an angel.
I took a deep breath and began to walk over to her.
"Sorry," I mumble as I bump into someone.
My heart stopped and I turned to see who I had bumped, knowing even before I turned.
"Phlegm," I said, seething.
"Such impudence! Ginny, you should really be more respectful. I am your professor!"
"You're a skank. A horny skank, Phlegm. I see the way you' ve been looking at Hermione since Bill got bitten by Fenir! You disgust me!"
"It's Professor Delacour, 'baby zister.' And I rezent zat! I 'have not been looking at 'Ermione! And a word of advice, 'zister, darzing': be nicer to me or you will find yourself in detention all year. With Filch."
I scowled and furiously turned on my heel.
Stupid French whore! She will not keep me from my angel!