My Crystal Tokyo - Knocking on Heaven's Door Knocking on Heaven's Door

It was a rainy day in the Weasley household. Fred and George were up in their room, planning ways to make life even more hectic no doubt, Ron was in the cellar looking for old spell books (he needed to know how to convert household dust into river stones), and Molly Weasley was in the kitchen, cleaning up after Fred and George who had dropped rhinoceros mucus all over the floor. Arthur Weasley was at work, as usual.
Ginny, however, was sitting in her room, on her bed. She looked around. Her room was rather small, being the youngest in the family and the last one to arrive, she hardly had any privelages in the house. The walls were a yellowish-ochre colour, with purple flowers making a border nearing the ceiling. A full-length mirror sat near the window, making the room seem even more spacious than it was. A cluttered desk was on the wall opposite her bed, and over it was a sloping ceiling.
If it had been any more boring, Ginny would have collapsed then and there. She wanted a Tuscan room, with all the terracotta colours, and a big mexican sombrero...
There was a loud knock at the door, and in her thoughtful and silent state, Ginny nearly fell off the bed.
"Who is it?" She asked tentatively, straightening herself up.
"Hello... Sydney. Do you like scary movies?" A scratchy voice emitted through the door. "I know where you live..."
Ginny flung the door open. She knew this routine too often; Hermione Granger had asked Ron and Harry Potter over to her house for a scary movie thing, and Ron had been saying quotes too often.
"Ron!" Ginny exclaimed, "For the last time, I will not stand this-- AUGH!!"
A white face looked menacingly at her through the doorframe. Its mouth was opened in a twisted smile, and its eyes were shaped like that of a person looking happy, but kind of psychotic.
The ginger haired and petrified girl did what she thought best: shut the door, hard. A loud 'Oww!' was heard, and Ginny's thoughts confirmed that it actually was Ron.
"RON!" She screeched, through the door, but still backing up against it. "Where did you get that thing?!"
"Well, I thought it would be a good old joke, but ... oh well. George made it for me. Can I come in now?"
"Alright."
She opened the door, and Ron stumbled in. He still had the mask on, and he pulled it off. His red hair was tousled and almost standing on end, and Ginny laughed at his messy state.
"What do you want?" She asked rudely. Well, she thought, he deserved it after giving her such a fright.
"Umm... can I borrow your fourth year Transfiguration book?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you gave me a damn fright. I could have fallen over and gotten a concussion or something... and anyway, you've got your old one."
"I can't find it, and I think I gave it to you."
"Oh. Get out, I'll try and find it."
Ron exited and sat near the doorway. Ginny searched through her cupboard and drawers for her book. After a while of looking to no avail, she glanced behind her chest of drawers and saw her school trunk. It was a big red one, with 'AW' scratched on the front. 'AW' stood for Anastasia Weasley, otherwise known as Grandmother Weasley, who had given Ginny the trunk when she died.
Ginny gingerly opened the lid, and saw all of her books in there. They were in four piles: first year; second year; third year; and fourth year. She had yet to buy her fifth year books, because school had not started yet.
She picked up the Transfiguration book, which was under Herbology, leafed through the pages to make sure no personal notes were stuck in it, and handed it to Ron.
"Mind you give it back to me, Ronny." She said teasingly. Ron hated being called Ronny.
"Oh, I will, Mrs. Potter." And he hurried off, leaving Ginny red and angry with embarrassment, even though there was no-one standing near her that would care.

*****

The day came to buy school books in quite a short time to Ginny, because she wasn't very prepared. Her fifth year list arrived, and to Ginny's surprise, she had been upgraded to sixth year Divination!
Divination was Ginny's favourite subject, apart from Charms, and she was delighted to hear this news. She had always been rather good at it, but ignored what the teachers said because she wanted to stay with her class. But sixth year... she would be with Harry!
Ginny glowed red just at the thought.
Professor Trelawney had enclosed a letter:

My dear student Ginny and family,
The Fates have told me that I am to send you this letter. They are guiding my hand as I write, and I hope that you will take this seriously.
I do not know if you have noticed, but your daughter Ginny is rather talented at my subject that I teach, Divination. I (and the Fates) think it would be suitable for her to upgrade into a sixth year class, because she is far ahead of the work we have already done.
It would be an honour to have a student upgrade into a higher class because if Ginny does so, she will be the first of her kind in the Divination area at Hogwarts.

Well wishes.
Professor S. Trelawney
Divination teacher
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Ginny!"
There was a call from downstairs. It was Mrs. Weasley, beckoning Ginny to come downstairs to take the Floo Network to Diagon Alley for her books. She rushed down the stairs, and ran to the living room. There were two extra people added to their group of four children, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
Hermione smiled, and waved at Ginny. Ginny said a small 'hello' back, but still smiled. She looked around at Harry, and he looked away.
"Surprise," Ron said, grinning. "Harry and Hermione are here to come to Diagon Alley with us. The Dursleys wouldn't let Harry go, so I sent him some Floo powder and here he is! ... Oh, and Hermione came too 'cause... she just did."
Hermione glared at Ron.
"Er... shall we go, then?" Fred asked tentatively.
Mrs. Weasley nodded a yes, and they all threw their Floo powder into the fire and went off. Hermione went first, then Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny was left.
"Oh. They've forgotten about me. Fine, I'll forget about them. She said to herself, in the empty room. But then a pang of guilt stung her like a bee. "... I may as well go."
She dropped the sparkly powder into the fire and jumped in. Everything was whirling, twisting, then... it stopped. She was on the floor of the Leaky Cauldron on her knees, and Hermione was looking down at her.
"Get up, then!" She said in a friendly tone. "I thought you'd forgotten to come."
Ginny smiled again at her, but this time a fake one. She hoped Hermione couldn't tell. But Hermione could do anything it seemed, and she could.
"Don't worry Gin, we didn't leave you there. Your good old Mum thought you'd like it if you went by yourself, seeing as you're only two years away from finishing Hogwarts. But my consciene got the better of me, and I stayed. Gee, we'd better go... d'you want to get our books first?"
It was fun going around with Hermione shopping to Ginny. She had been used to her mother pushing her around and buying all her things for her, but this year Ginny had saved up many Knuts, Sickles and even ten Galleons to get her own things. Hermione had to convert her Muggle money into Wizarding money, though.
"Wow!" Hermione gasped, at a new shop that had opened. "Look at that!"
Ginny had to gape too. The shop was shaped like an old-fashioned one, with ornate cornices and signs, but inside, it was fluoro pink and silver and...
"Look at those clothes!" Ginny exclaimed outside, with hungry enthusiasm.
Inside were the most beautiful clothes you could imagine, all in the latest wizarding styles, of course. Ginny sighed, knowing that it would be only a dream to wear those sorts of things. She only had her old, ragged, moth eaten hand-me-downs from her brothers, even though she was a girl. At that moment she was wearing tight jeans with holes in both knees and a way-too-big jumper that said 'Australia vs. Zimbabwe - Quidditch Cup 1984'.
Hermione just couldn't say anything. She led Ginny by the hand into the shop, which, by the way, was named Gemini Blue. Hermione picked up a necklace and looked at the price tag.
"Hoo, boy, that's too much. But it's so beautiful..."
Ginny, in turn, led her out of the shop. She put two hands on Hermione's shoulders.
"Get a hold of yourself. We are here to buy our school supplies, capiche?"
"I didn't know you spoke Italian."
"I don't."

*****

Hermione and Ginny had bought all their school supplies, with quite a bit to spare. Hermione was astounded that Ginny had to buy a sixth year Divination book.
"You're being upgraded? That's great! ... But Divination isn't really worth it, Arithmancy is..." and she went on, describing the many great things about Arithmancy and why Ginny should try it and what book she should borrow from the school library...
"Umm... Hermione?" Ginny asked after about five minutes.
"Yes?"
Ginny pointed behind Hermione.
There, behind the counter stood the manager of Flourish and Blotts, looking fascinated in what Hermione was saying. He straightened up, and cleared his throat.
"That'll be two Galleons, fifteen Sickles, and two Knuts. Thank-you!" And he waddled back to where he was cataloging some books on Modern Ancient Rome.

When Ginny and Hermione had both purchased their items, they went to Florean Fortescue's for an ice-cream. Ginny asked for a strawberry and lemon gelato, and Hermione ordered an orange yoghurt.
"So," Hermione began. "You'll be doing Divination with Ron and Harry, then?"
"Yep!" Ginny said. "I can't wait, I just love it..."
Hermione snorted. She had hated Divination since she started it in third year, but then again, she quit it after about half a years' work, so she didn't really get to the interesting part, did she?
"Oh, it's lovely, I know how much change I've got now, because I found out last year. Alright, take my purse and count my money."
Hermione took the small purse and counted the money inside of it. She gave Ginny the thumbs-up sign to say that she'd finished. Ginny cleared her throat and began.
"Alright, I have... three Galleons, and seven Sickles. I got rid of all the Knuts ages ago."
"Erm, I hate to say it Gin, but there's one Knut left." Hermione stifled a giggle.
"Is that so? Well, I was supposed to have no Knuts, but I am guessing that someone gave me the wrong change."
"It's all guesswork, I'm telling you. It's unreliable. You'd be much better off with Arithmancy. But you seem the type for the Study of Ancient Runes... but then again, that's really hard. Oh well. It's your choice if you want Divination."
"Thank-you. Finally, someone lets me think my way."
Hermione stifled another small giggle. So vague, she thought to herself.

After their ice-creams, they went back to Gemini Blue. Since both Hermione and Ginny had enough money left, they both purchased one thing. Ginny bought some gold shimmer stuff, and Hermione bought that necklace that she was dying for. As soon as they were outside, Hermione pulled the price tag off the necklace and put it on. It was a medium-length silver chain with a pinkish gem shaped like a heart. When Hermione walked, the gem shimmered and changed its colour to finally an orangish-yellow colour.
She's so perfect, Ginny thought to herself. I'm happy I have her as a friend. I shouldn't envy her...
But Ginny could do nothing but envy Hermione. She was pretty. With a tanned complexion, deep brown eyes, medium-length silky brown hair, and a figure to die for. She also had an I.Q. to die for.
"Gin?" Hermione's voice broke her chain of thoughts.
"Yes?"
"You look a little sick... are you alright? You've gone all pale." She reached out and put a hand on Ginny's forehead. It was cold as ice. "You're cold too. I think we'd better sit down somewhere."
Ginny nodded, and let Hermione walk her over to a bench underneath a tall tree. When they sat down, Ginny put her head between her knees and let blood rush to her brain. She felt better, although there was a bitter taste in her mouth and she was still cold.
Hermione put an arm around Ginny and hugged her.
"You okay now?" Hermione asked in a friendly questioning way.
"Better," Ginny croaked.
"Good."
Ginny sat in silence with Hermione and their bags for around fifteen minutes. Maybe it was the rush of the day? No, that wasn't it, they had all day and some Floo powder to take them back home. Maybe it was the climate? Usually a nice sunny day with white puffy clouds and blue skies made Ginny happy. Was it envy? Or something else?

"Oi, Hermione!" Ron yelled.
Harry looked at Hermione, and she looked back. Ginny was asleep on her shoulder. Oh dear. Hermione must be embarrassed, he thought. But no, if Hermione had to do something, she would.
"What's happening?" Harry asked Hermione. Ginny and Hermione's bags were there, but Ginny appeared to be in dreamland.
"She just fell asleep... Gin first got all silent and cold and faint, but then we sat down and after a while, she drifted off. Something's up with her." Hermione looked concerned.
Ron didn't. He shook Ginny awake and told her off for falling asleep.
"Huh? Wha--? RON?" Ginny opened her eyes and closed them fast, and looked over at Hermione. "Was I asleep?"
"Yes, but are you okay now?"
Ginny froze. Harry's voice cut through the air like a knife. Was it really Harry who had said that? The one who rescued her from Riddle's diary in first year? The one who... who...
She went out again.

Everything was black.
"Maya, this is wonderful!" A voice said inside of Ginny's mind.
W-wait, was she Ginny? No.. she was in a different body. Who am I? She asked inwardly.
"You're marrying James! Oh, I never thought I'd see the day... what does Remus think?" The voice turned concerned, and finally cracked, and burst into tears. "M-M-Maya... you make me real and you make me alive. You m-make me right and you make me tell the truth..." A blueish face poked out of the darkness, and split into halves. A skull emerged, and a snake slithered out of its mouth... Ginny screamed. Maya screamed.

Ginny really was screaming.
"Ginny, shut the hell up!" Ron yelled, covering his ears.
She was screaming, in the middle of Diagon Alley under a tree, and people were looking at her as if she was a psychopath.
Ginny stopped screaming, and looked around. Hermione looked white, and was frowning so that lines were wrinkling upon her forehead. Ron was red, and looking around at all the people looking at Ginny. Harry just looked serene and calm, covering his scar so no-one could tell who he was, even for the situation they were in.
"Ouch..." Ginny started, and Hermione stood up and led her off. They both took their bags without saying anything and left Ron and Harry staring dumbly after them.
They took the Floo Network back to Ron's house, and Hermione led Ginny up to her room.
"Now. Sit down. You tell me what this was about." Hermione said with a waver in her voice. "You had me so worried, you just falling asleep and this that's going on. What-is-wrong?"
Ginny began to cry. Silent, hot tears dripped down her face as she explained the face and feeling cold and Maya and the voices. She did not, however, explain the envy.

*****

Hermione laid Ginny's head down on hr pillow, and put a blanket over her limp body. The only way she could have comforted her was by singing to her. She sung a tune that she had heard from a Muggle animation movie, Anastasia, she thought it was called. The name of the song was 'Once Upon a December'. Ginny's tears had stopped rolling down her cheeks, and she had slowly drifted off to sleep while Hermione gently stroked her hair.
Ginny sure was acting odd these holidays, Hermione thought.
"Come to think of it, so am I..." Hermione wondered out aloud.
She was walking down one of the Weasley's many small hallways, on the second floor, she thought it was. But it was very hard to tell. Ahh, there was Fred and George's room, it said so on the doorway.
She found another staircase and went down it. Yet another hallway led to the living room. Ron and Harry were in there, playing Gobstones. Hermione trotted up to them, and Harry looked up at her. Ron stared down at the small stones on the board.
"I can't believe what happened..."
"What was all that about?"
"Ginny's going through a hard time..."
They all started talking at the same time.
"And I say it again, what was all that about?" Harry asked, with wide eyes. Despite his sixteen-year-old presence, he looked very scared.
"Shh. Ginny's asleep." Hermione whispered.
"Hermione, she's three bloody floors up!" Ron yelled. Mrs. Weasley was still at Diagon Alley and Mr. Weasley was still at work, so it was lucky that they weren't at home.
"Ron! Have some compassion..."
"What HAPPENED?" Asked Harry loudly.
Hermione told them, while Ron crossed his arms and Harry listened intently. Harry was being very quiet these holidays, for some other odd reason.
"The Dark Mark?" Ron asked.
"Yep. That's what she said. I don't know who Maya is either."
"She said 'James'. And 'Remus'. I am assuming 'Remus' is Professor Lupin. I am also assuming the person who is called 'James' is my... father." Harry said quietly and unexpectantly.
Ron and Hermione stopped jabbering at each other. Ron shot a look at Hermione and they both looked at Harry.
"She said she had gone white and cold... do you think this has anything remotely to do with Ginny with the diary and all that stuff? This is awfully convenient." He was in a pondering position, with his elbow on his knee and his fist under his chin like the Thinker statue in Italy. "What do you have to say, Hermione?"
"Umm... I really don't know."
"Pfft, for once."
"Shut up, you!"
They were all at ends with each other.
"Come on you guys... we've got to go on the Hogwarts express in one more day. I suggest packing? It'll keep us busy. We can think about all this. Hermione, you're sleeping in Ginny's room?" Harry was once again serene.
"Alright. But I don't see how you can be so calm. The Dark Mark, Harry." Hermione left the room, and went to where Ginny was still sleeping.
"Let's go, Ron."
Ron and Harry went up the stairs to Ron's room.

*****

It was around six in the evening when Ginny awoke, and the last thing she could remember was Hermione singing. She could not remember her dream, however. When she slowly opened her eyes, she saw Hermione packing her trunk with clothes. Well, trying to pack. The trunk simply would not close.
"Want some help?" Ginny asked groggily.
"Oh! You're awake!" Hermione said. "I was wondering when you'd wake up, sleepyhead." Hermione smiled, and sat on the top of her trunk.
"So, you want help?"
"That would be lovely, thankyou."
Ginny got off her warm bed, and immediately felt cold. But she still went over and sat on Hermione's trunk. She took a hold of the left buckle and did it up. Hermione had soon done the right one, and together they did the two buckles at the front.
"It's a bloody old trunk... I have to get a new one." Hermione said with disgust, looking at her trunk. It was a deep khaki colour with gold metal trimmings.
"Heh, you want an older one?" Ginny dragged her trunk out from behind her chest of drawers. "Don't say anything, I know it's ugly." She brushed some dust off the top.
"It's beautiful!" Hermione gasped, and she went to the big box and began to examine it. "What does 'AW' stand for?"
"Awesome ... Wilderness." Ginny stood and watched Hermione look up in question. She chuckled. "Nah, it stands for Anastasia Weasley. My grandmother."
"Inheritance?"
"Yep."
"Sorry."
"Don't worry about it." Ginny shrugged. "I may as well pack. Want to help me?"
"Sure. Where are your books?" Hermione asked enthusiactically.
"Where you put them. I don't know."
Hermione walked around to the doorway and pulled Ginny's bag of books into the room. Along with the books were two new quills, spare bits of parchment and a new ink bottle.
Ginny walked to her wardrobe and pulled out her cloak, and school robes. Also, her Potions cauldron, old quills, and even older bits of parchment. She put the stationary into the cauldron, and stuck that into the trunk.
Hermione helped with packing clothing, and soon everything was in Ginny's trunk. They both sat on it, and it nearly combusted, but they both buckled it up and everything was done.
"Well," Hermione said with her hands on her hips, "That's all that done."
"Thank goodness." Ginny retorted.
They both shared a laugh, and went downstairs. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were back, and Mrs. Weasley had made dinner; an Italian dish named 'carbonara', as she called it.
"So, how was your shopping today, little ones?" Arthur Weasley asked tiredly. He looked tired from work.
Ron, Hermione and Harry all looked quickly at each other.
"Fine." They all said at once.
"That's good. Today, I had to deal with... a 'seed player'. What's a seed player?"
"Oh, you must mean CD player. It plays music. Kind of like a radio, but it plays music off a round thing called a CD. A CD player plays CDs. Get me?" Hermione was the first person to answer.
"Smart girl, Hermione." Mr. Weasley winked at Ron. "Well, there was one of those except it was magical and it would read out spells... such havoc it caused."
"Dudley had one of those, except he threw it at Uncle Vernon and he confiscated it." Harry laughed.
After more conversation and some dessert, they were all ready for bed. Ron and Harry stayed up to play Exploding Snap with Fred and George, but Hermione and Ginny went back up to Ginny's room.
"You know, this feels more than homemore than my real home, believe it or not." Hermione said with a dreamy look as they were climbing up the third staircase. "That sounds weird."
"No, you'll be welcome here." Ginny said, then tinged pink.
Hermione wrapped her in a hug.
"You know, Gin? That's really nice of you. Come on, I've got a good idea." Hermione dragged Ginny up the rest of the stairs to Ginny's room and sat down on her makeshift bed.
"Let's do girly stuff!" Hermione said, giggling.
"Hermione, you sound like a nine-year-old! ... What do you mean, gossip and makeovers and things?" Ginny was taken aback. Being in a family consisting mostly of boys, she wasn't very used to this. And at school with her friends they never really had time for such things.
"Yeah!" Hermione squealed. Ginny squealed in turn, and they both laughed.
"Let's get into our pajamas. I'll get changed in the bathroom." Ginny said. She grabbed her faded pajamas and waddled over to the tiny bathroom. She opened the door. Someone was in the shower.
"Ohh, sorry Ron. I'm just going to get changed in here, okay? You won't mind." No-one answered in the shower, so she took it as an 'okay'. Ron wouldn't care what she was doing anyway.
She quickly got changed and stepped out of the door.
"Oh yeah, I'm not Ron..." someone called. "And can you please shut the door?"
Ginny nearly died. That was Harry Potter, in the shower, with her getting changed in the same room. She went bright, bright red.
"Oh, s-sorry..." she stuttered, and shut the door with a snap. She ran down to her room and collapsed on her bed in a fit of giggles.
"Whaaaaaat?" Hermione asked, looking up from her book.
"I got changed in the same bathroom when Harry was in the shower! God, I thought he was Ron!"
Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"He usually has morning showers."
"How would you know?" Asked Ginny, in response, also raising her eyebrows.
Hermione laughed, and Ginny did too.
"Want a makeover?" Hermione asked.
"This is so cliche."
"It's fun finally having a girl to do stuff with," Hermione said. "I'm an only child too, so that doesn't help." She fished around in her trunk, which was opened again. Out came a pull-string bag. "Here. Look in this. Where are your scissors?"
"What are you going to do with them?" Said Ginny, picking up the bag and opening it. "Wow, this is very interesting."
Inside of the bag was makeup. Being shy of things like this, Ginny closed it and put it away, and Hermione having finally found the scissors, beckoned her over to her bed on the floor.
"What are you doing with the scissors?"
"I want to cut your hair."
"WHAT?!" Ginny asked loudly, and sitting down on the bed. "No thank-you, I like my hair the way it is..." She picked up a bit of it and let it drop. It fell to her lower back. "Okay, so maybe it's a bit long..."
"Trust me. My third cousin is a hair dresser." Hermione said with confidence. This confidence assured Ginny, and she let Hermione cut bit after bit off her hair.
Hermione was sweeping the stray bits of hair on the floor into a plastic bag and finally, after a long time of cutting and looking at her work, she had finished.
"Voila!" Hermione said. "Tu est magnifique! Je parle francais... teehee..." She looked around at Ginny and exclaimed, "J'adore!" She handed Ginny a mirror and motioned for her to look in it.
Ginny closed her eyes, and opened them slowly. Hermione smiled. Ginny gasped.
"H-Hermione... you are... a genius!"
Her hair was cut to her shoulders and kind of flared somehow. It was just a simple cut, but it was neat and good compared to her original look.
"Thank-you." She smiled again.
Ginny sat back on her bed, amazed. She hopped in, and closed her eyes. She felt so fresh without the burden of such long hair.
Her last thought before she drooped off was 'What will Mum think?'

*****

So much for gossiping. They both fell asleep after about five minutes of talking. They chatted mindlessly about school, and the down sides of Divination. Overall, it was a nice night. But Ginny was still embarrassed about the shower incident, and at breakfast the next morning, she flushed pink at Harry. He just gave her a shy smile.
"Gin?" Ron asked, with a quaver in his voice.
Ginny jumped. That was the first thing Ron had said to her since 'Ginny, shut the hell up!'.
"Yes?"
"Did you cut your hair?"
"Sure did! I did it! Doesn't it look good?" Hermione cut in, admiring Ginny. However, Ginny shielded her face with her hands. She hated being looked at closely.
"Listen," Ron started. "Let's just forget about what happened in Diagon Alley. Are you alright now?" He said warmly.
Hermione looked at Ron. Why was he being so tender all of a sudden? How nice.
"Okay." But she still couldn't forget about the 'dream' she had while she had so stupidly fallen asleep.
Ron pulled Ginny in for a hug, and then Fred entered.
"Oh, family hug!" He pulled in for the hug too. George came into the room soon after, and did the same as Fred. Hermione and Harry just laughed. Soon, they were all laughing and Percy walked in.
"What are you all doing?" He asked rudely.
All the Weasleys let go of each other and said 'never mind'. They sat down at the table and presumed eating their toast.
When they were all well-fed, everyone went to their respectable rooms. Ginny went to her room to get changed, but Hermione didn't.
While Ginny was dressing, there was a knock at the door. She said 'just a minute' and dressed quickly to open the door.
There stood Harry. He was also dressed, in jeans and a rather ugly-looking maroon jumper. She looked at him, and he looked back at her.
"Nice hair." he simply stated.
Ginny tinged pink and said a small 'thank-you'.
"Hermione here?"
"Erm, no, I thought she was with you."
"She went off somewhere, I thought she was here. Want to help me look for her?"
"Okay..."
And off they went, looking in nearly every room that Hermione might be in. They looked in the kitchen and living room also, but she as nowhere to be seen.
"So, why do you want Hermione anyway?" Ginny asked Harry as he strode down a hall.
"Oh, I need to borrow a book. I suppposed she would have it, you know how much she loves those things."
"Yeah." Ginny said, simply. "Did you know I'm doing Divination next year?"
"Oh, Divination sucks." Harry said with a grimace.
"I like it. Anyway, I've been sent to a higher level. The sixth year level."
"That's nice, but I still think Divination sucks. I want to quit... Professor Trelawney really bugs me. She thinks I'm going to die nearly every day of the week."
Ginny laughed.
"Yeah, she is a bit odd, but I've been kind of promoted. I'm going to be in Ron and yours' class. I've got to like her, cause she gives me so many privelages." Ginny thought for a minute. "I've got an idea how to find out where Hermione is! I'll use my Divination!" She grabbed Harry by the hand by habit and flushed again, but still dragged him to her room for her books.
When they arrived at her room, she opened the door and went straight to her trunk. She unbuckled it and took out her sixth year Divination book. She leafed through it, and blew some dust off one of the pages. To her surprise, Harry was still standing at the door.
"May I come in?" He asked politely.
"Of course..." she said absentmindedly. He walked in and looked around. He sat on the chair by the window.
"Aha, here we go, a spell. Where's my wand?" Ginny asked, looking around. "Oh, um, Harry, it's on the desk. Can you hand it to me?"
"Here you go." He handed Ginny the wand, and when he did, their fingers touched. Ginny didn't notice.
"Okay, here I go..." Ginny said, while frowning at the page.
"Hey!" Harry said suddenly.
"What?"
"There's Hermione! She's outside!" He was looking through the window, out at the garden.
Off they went. They ran down all the flights of stairs, through the kitchen, through the laundry, and out of the door to the garden. It was a cold and crisp morning, and the dew was still on the grass as they stepped around, hugging themselves for warmth.
"She went over here..." Harry started.
"Well, let's go there then!"
They went through a gate into a paddock, and by luck, they saw Hermione ducking into a thick patch of forest. Harry sprinted into the forest, and Ginny had to run hard to keep up with him.
Hermione was running quite fast in front of the two, and she hadn't noticed people trailing her yet. When Harry and Ginny had caught up with her though, she stood by a large tree and waited. Ginny hid behind a tree, and Harry did the same, catching on with Ginny's idea.
Ginny didn't quite know why Harry wanted to talk to Hermione so much. Maybe he needed help with some late homework or needed to borrow a book, just like Ron did? But while Hermione was standing beside the tree, there was a ruffling in the bushes over to the side of Ginny. She stood still, and waited. Out popped Ron. He saw Hermione, and wrapped her in a warm embrace. Their lips locked, and Ginny looked at them. They did not look around, they actually looked caught up in the moment.
Both Harry and Ginny were shocked. Not only about what was happening right in front of them, but that neither Ron nor Hermione had told them about their little secret affair. Well, it seemed like a secret affair now.
Hermione was whispering to Ron and they were both smiling. Ginny felt a surge of anger, that was her brother she was abducting! But then again, Hermione could be trusted.
Harry motioned for Ginny to retreat from behind the tree.
"Let's go." He mouthed. They both crept away, and walked back to the Burrow in silence.
When they were safely away from Ron and Hermione, they both burst into angry conversation and after around fifteen minutes they came to a conclusion. They had seen nothing in the forest, and had never even laid a foot outside that morning. Ginny went back up to her room and packed her Divination book into her trunk again. She successfully closed her trunk too, which was a first. Maybe it was anger that was leading her.
A little while later, Hermione came dramatically into Ginny's room, saying that she was testing her Charms skills in the forest, making branches fly and things.
"What an excuse," Ginny muttered under her breath.
"Pardon?"
"Oh, I just said 'typical Hermione'! You're always prepared for anything." Ginny walked out of the door, leaving Hermione standing in question in the room.
It was another rainy day.

To be continued...

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Author's Note:
Hmm. My first try at an on-going fanfic. ^_- I hope you enjoyed it, even though it's kind of long. Whoo, 34k! How nice. If Hermione seemed kind of teenybopper-ish at the start, then I'm sorry... I just felt like writing a different side of Hermione. Oh, and the title came from Genesis 0:12 of Neon Genesis Evangelion. I couldn't think of a title, and it sort of fit.