Authors Note: This will probably contain femmeslash, in time. As of yet, it is innocent. For how long, I do not know. It revolves around Hermione, who has fallen in love with another girl. Will true love prevail? I'll continue this, but I'd appreciate all reviews.

Warning: Do not read this if you are offended by themes of an adult nature, or lesbians.

Disclaimer: Currently, I own none of the characters. They belong to Joanne Rowling. I'm just toying with them, their feelings and their emotions.

Setting: This story takes place in their sixth year at Hogwarts.

Dazed

Chapter 1

"What?" Hermione asked, jogging awake from a doze.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, goggling at her, "The bell just went! You've been asleep for all of History of Magic… Do you want to go to the hospital wing?"

"I'm just tired, that's all," Hermione snapped, glaring at her friend, thoughts reeling.

"You'd better get more sleep," Ron retorted, "We need your notes, don't we Harry?"

"What? Oh, yeah," Harry replied.

Ron sighed inwardly. These days he felt like he was the only one still himself. Ever since Sirius had fallen through the veil, Harry had been a bit distant. He'd been trying to be how he was, but he wasn't happy, and fool could see that. But some of the time he'd be the old Harry, just a bit more subdued.

As for Hermione, Ron had no idea what had happened to her. When they'd first come back and started sixth year, she'd been fine, delighted with all the "Outstanding" grades she'd received for her OWLS. But recently she just seemed to drift away easily.

The three swung their bags over their shoulders in unison, and walked down the stairs headed towards the smell of lunch. Ron inhaled deeply, and exhaled with a blissful sigh.

"Food… That's the basis of life, that is. I dunno what we'd do without it," Ron said, his increasing pace leading the others to the Great Hall.

"Is that an attempt at philosophy, Ron?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ron scowled at her. "I was just trying to have a conversation – but that's pretty rare these days, isn't it Hermione? You've actually come out of your dream world long enough to exchange words with your insignificant friends?"

"Oh stop, Ron! I've just been really busy, you know that!" Hermione replied, frown deepening. Deciding it was time they stopped arguing, and talked to Harry, Hermione said, "We've got Potions this afternoon Harry. Have you spoken to Professor Snape anymore about your-"

Hermione glanced around. There were too many people there for her to risk saying the word Occlumency, although it was unlikely that many would know, or even understand, the meaning of this. "Remedial Potions. You do need them you know…"

Hermione trailed off, unwillingly to bring up the topic of Sirius.

"You mean so I don't get anyone else killed?" Harry said rather loudly. Several heads turned, all looking slightly afraid.

"It wasn't your fault, Harry," Neville said, waving them over to the far end of the Gryffindor table.

"He's right, mate," Ron said, looking at his friend with concern for his on-going guilt trip.

Harry blinked back tears. Hermione looked at him with concern to rival Ron's in her face, and said, "He's gone, Harry. We need to carry on… Don't forget him, just… Well, just try to continue as normal. Remember, Voldemort is our focus now."

Harry nodded, and shrugged, as if to shrug away the cloak of guilt and remorse that seemed to come to rest on his shoulders far too often for his liking.

Hermione stood up, and said, "I'll see you later! There's something I want to check in the library!"

On that note, she dashed off, but it wasn't the library she ended up in. As she hurried away, Ron shook his head and said, "Barmy, that one."

Hermione sat down with a little sigh, leaning against the cool wall. She allowed her bag to fall beside her as she closed her eyes, engulfing herself in thoughts of her love.

She had not being dozing, for lack of sleep. She'd been daydreaming about the centre of her affection – but how could she ever be with that one person? Having known her for years, her affection had grown into desire, and love. She longed, more than anything else, to plant a kiss on that girls soft lips.

That was the problem. She was a freak – she didn't love a boy, like all the other girls. She was in love with a girl, a beautiful girl, a straight girl, who had a boyfriend.

Hermione's hand brushed her lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss her, touch her…

But Ron would not approve. Harry, well, Hermione didn't know what he'd say. All she knew was that she was in love with Ginny. Madly.

End Note: There it is, the first chapter.