This is going to be an ongoing chapter story. There will be updates daily, and every other day if I am super busy. You know school... To much homework. Anyway, give me a drumroll! Dun dun dun dun dun! Announcing... The disclaimer!

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns all of this stuff. The characters, the setting, all of it. I own nothing.

This chapter is kind of short, but they will be longer and more in depth in the future. It is rated MA because it will progress to being MA, and if you are not good with that then go and be not good with it somewhere else.

Also, I would love some constructive criticism to help me get better. This is my first fanfic, so I hope you like it!

Falling In and Out of Love

Hermione rushed down the hall, deep in thought. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Ron kissed her, and she hated it, and she told him so! Who tells a person that they hated a kiss?

"Urgh," said Hermione, really loud. Oops. She returned to her rushing, and hurried to her dorm on the double.

When she got there, she said the password as fast as she could (pollywort) and rushed into the common room. She was about to go straight to her dorm, but then Hermione heard crying, and glimpsed beautiful golden-red hair.

"Ginny?" Hermione ventured, wondering why the younger girl was crying.

"'Mione?" Ginny whispered, her voice heavy with tears.

"Yeah, that's me," Hermione said, sounding lame and cursing herself for it. And then wondering why. It was just Ginny! Bloody hell, as Ron would say. Oh god! Ron!

"I don't want to tell you what's wrong!" Ginny cried. "I don't want to tell anybody!"

"I'm not asking," Hermione's voice was still soft and gentle.

"But you want to know!" Ginny was yelling at her now. As far as she knew, she hadn't done anything.

"Only of you feel like telling me," Hermione was giving a lot of effort to keeping her voice calm, but it wasn't easy.

"Alright. I don't feel like it." Ginny affirmed.

"Do you want me to stay?" Hermione asked.

"Yes. But wait, don't you have class?" Ginny exclaimed. Probably because Hermione never skipped class without proper persuasion.

"I ummmm... Well, do want me to tell you what happened?" Hermione did want to tell someone. She just wasn't sure if Ginny wanted to know at the moment.

"Yes. Tell me," Ginny said, looking slightly happier.

"Ron kissed me!" Hermione blurted.

"Oh," Ginny sounded like she had just been hit in the face.

"And I hated it!" Hermione rushed. She wanted to get this over with. "And I told him so!" Ginny seemed to be smiling. Why was she smiling?

"I'm gonna go lay down." Hermione said, clutching her head.

"Bye 'Mione," said Ginny. Hermione rushed up the stairs as fast as she could and collapsed on her bed.

Why had she hated the kiss? She supposed it was a nice kiss. But Ron was to stubbly and his lips were to big and his hair was to short. His hair was to short? Hermione banished that thought quickly, and tried to fall asleep. She couldn't. Because she couldn't stop thinking about the way Ginny's hair smelled. She tried to make that thought walk the plank to, but it wouldn't. Before she had time to wonder why she was to lost in the thought to think of anything else.

To be continued...