I don't own any of the Characters, It is all the wonderful J.K Rowlings work.
As usual, under piles of parchment, Hermione sat in the Library, scribbling notes in preparation for her transfiguration class, she was however, growing tired of Ron and Harry's banter.
"Honestly you two, if you aren't in here to study what are you doing?" Hermione scolded
"Don't be so uptight Hermione, we have been in here for hours! Harry and I have given it a pretty good crack I would say" Ron teased, and almost instinctively ducked in fear of being reprimanded
"You're right Hermione we should be heading off, Ron promised me a bit of Quidditch practice this afternoon anyway, and If I remember rightly, I'm to be ready for a thrashing" Harry throwing a look Ron's way that only stirred the Weasley even further
"You're not the only one that can ride a broom Harry and I've been practicing all break! Besides I really want to be ready for tryouts" Ron concluded
With that the two collected their things, continuing their banter along the corridors and up to the common room, leaving the main brains of the Golden Trio in peace.
Normally Hermione would have relished the peace and quiet but unlike Ron another Weasley had stayed behind, catching the brunettes eye. With that Hermione bundled her parchment and sat herself down next to the redhead.
"Hi Gin" she greeted the younger girl with smile
"Hermione hi!" the redhead seemed thankful for the interruption "I thought I heard Harry and Ron leave, I assumed you went with them"
"No thankfully, your brother has been driving me mad today. I swear he can't concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time at the moment, I know he's not the libraries' biggest fan but…..he's definitely not going to be an Auror at this rate" Hermione concluded
"I can't say I'm surprised, he seems to be more and more preoccupied with female attention of late, and getting on the Quidditch team seems to be his number one priority" the redhead shifted in her seat looking for another piece of parchment
"I agree, I can't say that it's the best use of his time, no girl is going to help him get into the ministry when it comes time" Hermione stated unsympathetically
Seizing the opportunity Ginny teased, "Not unless that girl is Hermione Granger"
The comment drew out the redness in the older witches cheeks "Ginny! Don't tease; Ronald is not at all interested in anything more than copying my notes when I'm not looking! And sometimes he doesn't even wait for that"
Ginny eyed the brunette and giggled at her outburst
The older girls stern look faded and she giggled " besides I really can't say Ronald is my type of" she paused searching for the best way to describe exactly what she felt she was looking for "well he's not my type" the older witch assured
Ginny looked quizzically at Hermione, it was the first time Ginny had really ever heard Hermione speak about, well, anything other than study, Hogwarts or the wizarding world at large.
"Well Miss Granger what is your type?" Ginny casually enquired, trying not to look up too much from her parchment.
"I've never really thought about it to be honest Gin" the brunette reasoned casually not aware of the younger witches gaze now fixated on her "Should I ask you the same?" Hermione smirked as she looked up and caught the red heads eye. Feeling very obvious Ginny pulled her gaze away, blushing slightly at Hermione's clever remark.
It was definitely a question Ginny had asked herself many times. Particularly of late. Ginny had always thought Harry would have been her type, and for a while she had a special spot for him, especially after her rescued her from the chamber and saved her life. She did start to grow close to Harry and she had to admit to herself that they shared a lot of extraordinary moments together. But lately those feelings were almost gone, and she found herself more interested in the girls in her life, in particular, a certain studious witch.
"Well?" Hermione asked with a hint of mock impatience
"Oh, uh sorry Hermione! I was lost in my thoughts for a second" The redhead explained bringing her Focus back to Hermione
"Lost in your thoughts Ginny? A certain boy caught your minds eye?" Hermione quipped
"You really don't know how far from the truth you are Mione" Ginny joked "Besides how would I get all my study done? I would be seriously distracted! And I wouldn't want to fall behind, an older, more studious witch would be seriously disappointed in me"
"Indeed, and you are seriously struggling to keep up as it is" The brunette started to gather her things waiting for the retort from the younger Weasley
Ginny Laughed as she gathered her things also "You have me there, Mione"
"Right Everyone, get your gear on, we're going to run through a few drills to start off with" Harry Bellowed at the group who were busy pulling on their Quidditch gear ready for another year of tryouts "Just because you made the team last year does not guarantee you a spot this year, is everyone clear on that?"
Ginny was by Harry's side ready to get stuck into so drills with the rest of the group. Ginny had already secured her spot, no surprises to the rest of the group, she was a top flyer. She felt so at home on the pitch, always had. Breaking into the broom shed and stealing her brothers' brooms for years had certainly paid off, she was truly a natural. Ron however wasn't looking so confident; standing up straight on the pitch, he appeared to have a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
"You'll be right mate, just do your best" Harry slapped Ron on the back as he mounted his broom and shot off to the middle of the pitch.
"Easy for Harry Potter to say, he basically caught a snitch the first day he rode a broom!" Ron whined voice shaking and breaking
"Get on your broom Ron, It's not that bad and plus Harry caught Neville's remembrall, Hardly a Golden Snitch" Ginny took off to join Harry in the center of green oval.
As she lapped the stadium a certain brunette caught her attention and she smirked to herself. Hermione wasn't a huge fan of Quidditch but it made sense for her to be there, it was after all Ron first time trying out for the team. Book in lap and parchment by her side, Hermione was making the most of the time in the stands.
Ginny had to admit she was a little more than happy to see Hermione there, lately the redhead had been enjoying Hermione's company more than usual. She always did love having another girl at the burrow over the break; her brothers didn't gang up on her so much with Hermione around. The older witch had quite a talent for witty comebacks and the boys had grown accustom to being put in their place, which meant a lot of the time Hermione and Ginny spent time on their own wandering around the Burrow's surrounds and keeping out of trouble.
The two had continued to grow closer over the years, but recently something felt different for Ginny, she initially thought maybe it was because of all the happenings with Voldermort and maybe it was bringing the two closer in an emotional way. Hermione confided in Ginny a lot of her fears and worries when it came to his return, and likewise Ginny explained her worries about her father working for the ministry, her whole family was a target and both Ginny and Hermione knew it. The two often spoke about how much they cared for each other and Ginny knew her feelings for Hermione were growing. But what could she do? She was certain Hermione fancied Ron, everyone did.
"So what are your thoughts Gin?" Harry raised his voice over the wind whipping through the towers of seats around them "Ron's doing great! A little clumsy but he's stopped every bludger!"
"Ah, yeah! He doing well isn't he" Ginny bluffed, she hadn't really paid any attention, thankfully Harry had been so preoccupied doing what she should have been he didn't really notice.
"Alright, I'll give them a few minutes more and we will call them in, is that enough for you?" Harry circled around and waited for Ginny's reply.
"Sounds fine to me Harry, all good!" Ginny bellowed back and flew off to the opposite end of the pitch. She kept her eye's on the players around her for the next few minutes no more watching older witches in the stands.
The common room was warm and Ginny slumped down in her favorite spot near the fireplace. She loved flying and a good session on the pitch, but had to admit getting out of her Quidditch gear and snuggling in near the fire was more than fine during the Winter.
"Fancy seeing you here" Ginny recognized the brunettes voice and a hint of cheek if she wasn't mistaken.
"Shouldn't you be at the library" the red head retorted with a smile that the older witch could see.
"Miss Weasley I'll have you know, speaking like that to another student could see you in detention" the brunette collapsed down next to her on the lounge giving Ginny a slight nudge laughed "Ron flew well today"
"He did, silly oaf he was nervous for nothing" Ginny smirked and shifted her gaze to the fire smouldering away.
"I would be nervous too, if my sister could fly as well as you!" Hermione glanced her way and Ginny could feel her eyes momentarily on her.
"I barely flew around today, I had to watch all the others have the fun" Ginny joked as she look over at Hermione, she could see her skin glowing and her eyes were bright in the light of the fire.
"Well you did seem like you were having a good look over towards our stands, who was catching your eye Ginny, I couldn't see any of the boys from your year hanging about" Hermione quizzed.
"Oh no one, I thought I could see one of the girls from my year who said she would definitely be trying out but didn't show" Ginny was quick to explain "I was going to fly over and give her a shove about skipping out on the session"
"Likely story Ginny, I don't buy it" The brunette casually brushing some lint from her sweater "Who's the boy Gin? Not a lot can take your mind off Quidditch, especially tryouts" Hermione questioned the redhead.
"No one Mione, besides why were you keeping tabs on me all session, I thought you might have been there to cheer Ron on!" Ginny stated taking the heat off herself and deflecting it back to the older witch.
"Nonsense I was there to support all of you, Harry did a great job getting them inline today" the brunette now flicking through her advanced potions book "Harry won a vile of liquid luck the other day in class, did he tell you?"
"I could use one of those" Ginny mumbled under her breath.
"Sorry Gin?" Hermione questioned.
"Oh nothing, I was just saying he was lucky to get one of those!" The redhead shifted in her chair not wanting to meet the older witches gaze.
"Indeed he was, trust Harry to win it, I just hope he doesn't use it on anything that he shouldn't" Hermione rightfully stated.
"knowing Harry, that is exactly what he will do!" Ginny chuckled and settled in for some reading along side her best friend.
AN: Hi all, thank you so much for reading this far! This is my very first fic so hopefully you will enjoy the writing process with me! Feedback is totally welcomed and wish me luck!
