A/N: I originally wrote this as an experiment, and am going to keep going, this chapter has been gone over and fixed several mistakes, however i am horrid at grammer and spelling and i have no editor, so... there are likely still at least a few mistakes, i apologize for that. This is going to serve as a prologue for the story itself, so yes, this exact scene will show up again... much later, you'll see what i mean after reading Chapter 1, which should be up soon, if its not already.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARY POTTER.

WARNING: This would eventually be HG/GW so if your not a fan, you probably won't like this project after the first couple instalments.

I've rambled enough for now i think though, so... ON WITH THE SHOW!

Tech note: Italics are thoughts inside a characters head.

Prologue: Of Hermione's Problem.

Later that Night Hermione sat alone in the common room trying to study, but wasn't getting much done. She had to much on her mind, the look she had seen in Ginny's eyes, only for a split second when she had landed on top of her kept flooding into her mind, bringing with it her greatest hopes and doubts…

'She has the same feelings, I do for her.'

'Doubtful, it doesn't make any sense.'

'You don't make any sense!'

'Real mature.'

'Shut up! She likes me, and I think I like her to.'

'No, it was heat of the moment, when you fell on her it surprised her, your scarf was in her face, she thought you here Harry, and after she figured out it was you, the spark disappeared.'

'Maybe your right… but I still know I like her… why does this have to be so difficult.'

'Because we are both girls, its not normal'

'But lots of girls fantasize about other girls… don't they?'

'Maybe, but I doubt they fantasize about doing to their best friend some of the things you think about.'

'Shut up, you don't know me!'

'Um…. I AM you.'

Hermione let out a small sigh.'Your right… I'm just so confused'

Her argument with herself was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone entering the room. "Hey, 'Mione" Said a very dirty, but otherwise happy looking Harry, as he walked over.

She looked up and flashed a smile at the boy, "How was practice?" she looked back at her books for a second before realizing Harrys state, "and why are your robes so dirty?"

"Great," chirped harry as he looked at a chair, then down at his clothing, "I tripped in the mud on my way back here, all the rain lately is turning the grounds to muck." he laughed, " I'm going to go get cleaned up. I'll be back in a bit." and with a smile he turned and headed towards the boys dorms.

Hermione looked back at her parchment, which she was horrified to find that had drawn a picture of Ginny at some point, though she didn't remember when. She crumpled up the paper and threw it in the fireplace wishing she could figure herself, not to mention Ginny Weasley, out.

When Harry came down 20 minutes later with new robes on she was still sitting staring blankly at her new parchment, for the first time in her life she couldn't focus on her homework, every time she blinked the image of her straddling Ginny, and the spark she had seen in that moment, was fresh in her eyes.

"Is something wrong, 'Mione?" Harry said concerned as he sat down across from Hermione in the still empty Gryffindor common room. "You look like you're a million miles away tonight."

"Its nothing," She said without looking up form the blank parchment in front of her. "I'm just thinking…" she trailed off unsure if she should or even could say anything to Harry about her problem.

"You always were a terrible liar, Hermione." laughed Harry looking at her curiously, "Now, what's wrong?"

"If I told you, you'd probably never talk to me again." muttered Hermione more to herself than Harry, but he had heard her, and wasn't dropping it so easily.

"Hermione," Harry sighed, "Nothing you could say would ever make me not be your friend, you're like a sister to me." he said honestly, hoping something was getting through to her.

"I don't know about that Harry," Hermione said finally looking up at him, her eyes full of what Harry thought was confusion, fear and something else he couldn't quite place, but he had seen it before… somewhere, "I just don't know."

"Try me." He said flatly.

Hermione looked down, she couldn't deny Harry, he honestly wanted to try to help her, but she really didn't know what to say or even where to start. Harry noticed her inner conflict and put his hand on hers, the contact making her jump about a foot into the air. "Sorry," he laughed at her reaction but soon the concern returned to him looking at Hermione, visibly shaking, and on the verge of breaking down. He looked around the common room, it was still empty but he had a thought that She would be more comfortable if they found somewhere they would be less likely to be walked in on, before he could say anything though, Hermione burst out.

"I just don't know what to do Harry. I'm so confused. I've never felt like this before. I just… I just… I feel… I … I…" she was beyond visible shaking now, her hands and legs where violently shaking, and tears streaming down her face, soaking the parchment she was still hunched over.

Harry was shocked at how effected the brunette was by whatever was going through her head, but decided he was right and they'd be better off in a more private place. "Hey, 'Mione, I'm here for you. You want to go somewhere more private? Would that be easier?" He was happy when Hermione visibly calmed down a bit and nodded her head.

"Yes, I don't know how much it will help, but yes."

"OK, wait here, its getting late, I'm going to grab the invisibility cloak in case this takes a while, we don't want to get caught out again." he squeezed her shoulder as he got up and ran towards his room.

Hermione couldn't believe she was about to tell harry about her feelings for Ginny.

'This isn't going to go well.'

'Why not? Harry wants to help me.'

'Right now he does.'

'Why wouldn't he want to help after I tell him?'

'...and people say you are smart…. Do I really need to spell it out for you?'

'…?'

'Harry likes Ginny. Ginny likes Harry.'

'Merlin's beard! What am I going to do?'

'Run. Now. Just leave, disappear. Maybe he'll forget about it if he can't find you.'

'Not likely, this is Harry Potter we are talking about. He has never given up on anything.'

'Hell. Your right.'

'Well I guess we have to tell him.'

'Yep… its been nice having them as friends… I'm going to miss it.'

'Yeah…. this sucks.'

'Agreed.'

Hermione looked up to see Harry coming back into the common room. Tears in her eyes again, and a sad smile crossed her face as she remembered everything they'd done together in the last 4 years.

"You ready 'Mione?" asked Harry, holding out his hand, to help the brunette up.

"Yeah." she said sadly, and took his hand, and they walked out of the common room, looking for an unused classroom.

A/N: Chapter 1 Up soon! thanks for the reviews!