The L-magic
Chapter 1: Loving kiss?
It was a cold, dark winter night in December. It snowed outside. Hermione just had another fight with Ron. She tried to talk to Harry about it, about how exhausted she felt. His mind appeared to be elsewhere and he was a bit distracted since he came back from the DA meeting. She asked him what was wrong but he didn't answer. Only when she snapped her fingers in front of his eyes did he come back from very far. Even then she had to ask him again what the matter was. He just replied, "Oh, nothing." in a dreamy voice. At that moment the mirror in her pocket burned. They had bought this mirror when they urgently needed each other so that they could contact each other. The idea had come from Sirius and James. She opened it and Ginny's face appeared. "Meet me at the far end of the lake." She told Harry that she had to leave. He just waved his hand as she climbed through the portrait door, still wondering what was wrong with him.
As she was walking through the snow with her bonnet and scarf she wondered why Ginny wanted to meet her at such an odd place. They had always been good friends. Ginny made Hermione realize that if she remained so uptight, she wouldn't make many friends. In return Hermione helped Ginny when she was in trouble with her homework. . The two girls found it really easy to talk to each other. From shopping and clothes to really serious matters like when they had a fight with someone. "I wonder why should would want to meet me." Hermione wondered as she made her way out through the Hogwarts grounds and towards the lake'.
She had reached the far end of the lake. Ginny wasn't there yet, so she pulled a tiny jar out of her coat and magically made a fire. She always kept one of those inside her coat during the winter; it was especially handy during the breaks, between classes or even during the holidays. She stood there and tried to keep herself warm as she was thinking about her argument with Ron. He could be so annoying. Why did he always had to nag at her to make his homework. How will he ever learn if he doesn't make it himself?
Then gradually the snow stopped and the wind lay down. She listened for Ginny's approaching steps. Instead she heard what seemed to be someone crying. She turned her head and tried to figure out where the sobbing came from. Hermione stepped towards a tree and found Ginny leaning against the tree her legs pulled up to her chin. Her hair was a mess; her eyes were red from crying, the tears still streaming from her eyes. She looked like a wreck.
"Ginny, what's happened?" Hermione asked concerned for her friend.
Ginny took a deep breath, wiped the tears from her face and looked at Hermione.
Hermione looked again at Ginny and fell unto her knees and hugged her. "Ginny please tell me what's happened," she pleaded again with a tone in her voice that showed she knew something terrible had happened.
"It's Harry," said Ginny as she started crying again.
Ginny was in love with Harry since the first time she saw him. She knew it all along that he was the only one for her, especially after her first year at Hogwarts, when Harry saved her from the Basilisk. Ginny admired everything Harry did: destroying the Philosopher's stone, saving her from Tom and the Basilisk, defeating all those Dementors, fighting Voldemort and winning the tournament, leading the DA and so on. But most of all she admired him because he was down to earth. Hermione knew all of this when she asked her next question.
"What's happened with Harry that made you this sad? Has he hurt you?"
"Yes, but it's my entire fault." Ginny sobbed.
"What do you mean it's all your fault? Ginny, what's happened?" Hermione said this with such concern in her voice that Ginny sobbed a bit les, Hermione finally let go of Ginny. She was still wondering what had happened that had made Ginny this sad, and Harry so, so quiet.
"I've should have told him earlier." Ginny spoke with a soft voice.
"You should have told him what earlier?" Hermione asked Ginny as she was pulled away from her thoughts.
"That I love him, that he's the only one for me. That I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And don't tell me I'm just a silly girl with a crush, I've told you everything about why I love him. And now it's all too late." Ginny said all of this in about 5 seconds.
"Why is it too late to ask him?" Hermione asked confused.
"Because …" Ginny said hesitating.
"Because what, Ginny?"
"Because he's in love with Cho."
"How do you know that?"
"He kissed her." Ginny said that last phrase with such ferocity it made Hermione a bit scared.
"Ginny, Harry has been for a while in love with Cho, and after Cedric's death, Cho slowly fell in love with Harry. I thought you would have noticed."
"Don't make me feel guilty that I haven't told him earlier! If I've noticed that Cho was falling in love with him, I would have taken action. But I never thought that she would; I thought that she never would get over Cedric! I just think that she's doing this to get over Cedric," Ginny said this with desperation in her voice.
"I'm sorry, Ginny, you're right I should have told you earlier." Hermione told to the girl not wanting to upset her anymore than she already was. She knew that love had made her blind.
"I just don't know what to do with myself at this moment. I love him so much it hurts."
Hermione could hear the desperation in Ginny's voice. She knew that what the girl said was true. "Come here, Ginny." She said in a very soft and comforting voice .She laid her arms around Ginny's shoulders. Hermione softened the tight embrace and she let go. She took Ginny's head softly with her hands and gently laid her forehead against her friend's. "I don't really think anyone can help you right now. This is something you are going to have to go through. But just remember that I will always be here for you."
"I know." Ginny looked up. Their eyes locked. Hermione felt a strange tickle in her stomach that she couldn't quite identify. It was the same kind of tickle she felt when she was near Ron. And then suddenly, before Hermione had the time to think about why she was thinking this, Ginny leaned forward, pressed her lips on hers in a soft, loving kiss.