A/N I am in No way an expert in Harry Potter lore and i also do not know how to speak like someone from the UK, so any reviews are helpful. This story contains lesbian themes so if you are not into that please leave now. Enjoy

There she is again, i think to myself as the young, vibrant redheaded 5th year, walks down the hall. I guess I was staring too long because I didn't notice the wall of 7th years that came before her, and soon enough I was on my rear with all of my books scattered. I silently curse under my breath when someone kneels beside me. Ginny.

"Ouch, that looked like a nasty fall, can I help pick up your stuff?" I nod and we begin to gather my belongings. We both reach for the last book and my hand touches hers, I instantly felt a jolt go down my spine. "So what happened to have the great Hermione Granger fall on her buttocks?"

"Um..." I stutter as Ginny is looking at me with a cheerful curious look on her face, I think fast, "Oh, I don't even know, probably some good looking guy walked past or something"

"Oh, Okay" She says, and I swear I saw a falter in her joyful personality, but no, it can't be. There is no way that Ginny Weasley, a girl brought up in a household of boys could be someone like me. A lesbian.

~Ginny POV~

I walk down the hall towards my next class, potions with Snape. Ugh. Honestly he hates teaching that, just give him the blasted defense against the dark arts. It might make his classes less like hell.

I look over on my left for a split second and catch Hermione looking at me, not paying attention to where she is going. The next thing I know I am looking down on Hermione, books scattered, and it looks like she is saying something under her breath. I kneel down next to her, "Ouch, that looked like a nasty fall, mine if I help pick up your stuff?" She nods and I smile on the inside. We don't get to see much of each other nowadays. And any time I can be around her is good enough for me. When we reach for the last book at the same time, her hand touches mine and an instant feeling of joy overcomes me. Her hand was so soft, oh I feel I will be longing for her touch again. "So what happened to have the great Hermione Granger fall on her buttocks?"

"Um..." She pauses, obviously she forgot why she did fall. I look at her with great curiosity. "Oh, I don't even know, probably some good looking guy walked past or something"

My heart drops, and I say the only thing I can say, "Oh okay" Well its official. Hermione Granger isn't like me and probably never will be. She likes boys, I like girls. She is straight, I am a Lesbian.

A/N: This is a sample of the story I'm not sure if it should be counted as chapter one or not. Reviews are very helpful and much appreciated.