The moon's bright light cast deep shadows across the four poster beds of the Gryffindor girls dorm room. Hermione looked up at the moon and judged it was probably a little before 1AM. She pulled the blankets tighter around her shoulders as her gaze drifted to the bed next to hers. The mess of red hair that was facing her shrugged in a deep sigh.

"Ginny I know you're awake," she whispered. The lump of blankets tightened around Ginny's shoulders.

"What's wrong?" she asked caringly.

There was no answer, just a heavier sigh from Ginny and a faint sniff of a sob. Hermione considered pressing the issue, fighting her own demons and insomnia, but somehow she felt it would be wise to let things lie.(literally) When Ginny is ready to tell her, if she ever is, she'll tell her.

She rolled on her back and stared up at the enchanted ceiling, stars twinkled, unaffected by the moon's glare outside. She closed her eyes tightly; trying to hold back her own tears as the stung her eyes. Taking so many classes was taking a toll on her mentally, Ron and Harry were furious over her for things she hadn't done, and Pansy had picked this time to find something extra insensitive toward her any chance she got.

What was the point of all of this? Her mother had often said, everything happens for a reason, she just wish she knew why at seemingly the worse time things were beginning to quite genuinely suck.

Hermione twirled her wand at the ceiling, small blue sparks floated up toward the ceiling, as if made by some sort of enchanted blue fire. The calming peacefulness of the act subdued her nerves, she wasn't sure how long it had been but she knew by the time she realized what she was doing again, slivers of blue were beginning to push against the black of night in the east.

"You've been doing that all night," Ginny's voice finally broke quietly over the early morning silence. Hermione lowered her wand quickly looking over at Ginny's bed, startled. Ginny was sitting up in her bed, her pillows propped under her back, a gold colored night robes sat snugly around her body, her cheeks and eyes red and raw from tears.

"Have I?" Hermione asked, despite being relatively aware of her actions of the past few hours. There was a brief pause between the two as they awkwardly thought of ways to dodge the white elephant in the room.

Finally Hermione found the words buried in her throat. "Ginny," she paused taking a deep breath. "What's wrong?" she asked caringly. "You've been sobbing all night," she added.

"So have you!" Ginny shot back defensively. Hermione hadn't even realized the tears had continued to flow after she entranced herself with the sparks.

The two girls sat in silence staring at each other, waiting for the other to start spilling there woes. The moments became increasingly tense until Hermione sighed, turning away. "I'm just really stressed about school and the other girls are just acting horribly toward me", she responded choosing her words carefully so as to not give away any specifics.

"Yea" Ginny responded quietly, half in agreement, half shrugging off the half hearted explanation she had been given. "You're stressed because Harry and Ron have been mad at you too," she added coldly.

Hermione snarling fell back into her bed. "If I was that easy to read why even ask?" she asked coldly. Ginny didn't respond her eyes tearing with frustration. There was a long silence between the two as tears slid down Ginny's face.

"I didn't mean anything by it," Ginny responded apologetically. "I just don't understand why you're so upset." She responded anger filling her voice, "what hardships have you ever had to face in your life? When was the last time you nearly died!" There was silence as her words began to sink in between the two.

"So this is about last year?" Hermione finally asked breaking the silence. Ginny nodded trying to hide the tears that were running down her face.

"Somehow I figured that this would bring the two of us closer together, instead he acts as though I don't even exist." She paused fighting back tears, "I can't really blame him."

"Oh…" Hermione's voice trailed off, her mind drifting to Ron. "Well, to answer your question, the last time I nearly died, was last year… a few weeks before you." Hermione responded a fear gripping her voice. "Yea I thought it would bring me closer to him too, instead he won't talk to me."

Ginny looked at her terror gripping her eyes, "wait you mean you, and… Ha-," she couldn't even bring herself to finish the sentence, tears already running down her cheeks.

Hermione fought back a laugh, a small chuckle breaking past her lips as she thought of her and Harry together. Sure he was a catch and rather cute… but her and Harry? That was a hilarious notion in its own right. "What's so funny?" Ginny asked bitterly.

"It's not Harry," she admitted slowly feeling herself blush.

Ginny looked perplexed for a moment as she tried to put together what Hermione had said. "Oh," she finally responded a smile creeping on to her face. "Ew..." she responded the first hints of a laugh coming from the girls all night.

The two sat in silence, for the first time giggling to themselves at what they had admitted to each other, for once realizing that they weren't all that different from each other, there situations not to dissimilar. It helped, just to know that there was someone else going through something similar. Hermione reached up and dried the tears from Ginny's cheeks, before wiping the tears from her own cheeks.

"Thanks," Ginny said barely audibly, her cheeks filling with color as she curled back into her bed.

Hermione smiled nodding in agreement before also pulling the covers up tightly around her, glad for once she didn't have class in the morning.