**DISCLAIMER** Of course, I don't own any of these characters. They all belong to JK Rowling.
"Ginny," Hermione said in a warning tone. I looked up from where I was sitting on the edge of her four-poster bed with surprise. I'd been going on about my latest dilemmas—and had, as a matter of course, slipped back into my usual rant about Harry Potter.
"What?" I asked, still quite taken aback. I was happy that her roommates, Parvati and Lavender, were out for the time being. Probably chasing Beauxbatons boys again, I thought to myself. In any event, it left the fourth year girls' dormitory quite empty—perfect for an angsty confessional.
She tut-tutted at me. "You need to move on," she said slowly, like maybe I was as thick as my brother. "You're just making yourself miserable. And, frankly, Harry's too much of an idiot to deserve you. When he finally gets it, maybe my opinion will change. In the meantime, I'd focus your interests elsewhere. Even outside of Gryffindor Tower…"
I couldn't help but giggle. "You mean like you've done?" Her face, which had been knowing in a slightly pompous way, flushed a delicate shade of pink. "I—I suppose so," she said, nervously twisting a lock of her bushy brown hair around her index finger. I laughed. "I'll let you know when Ron finally realizes the error of his ways," I said, feeling better already and hopping from her bed. "See you in a bit, Hermione." Before she could sputter anything, I nearly skipped downstairs to the common room to challenge anybody—anybody—to a round of Exploding Snap.
