Pre-7th Year
The Burrow
"Ginny?" Ron called out. "Ginny?"
He went up to her room to see if she was there. "Ginn--ah ha!" He saw her lying in her bed.
She must have woken up sick or something this morning, he thought.
He went over to her bed, pulled up a stool from a nearby desk, (Well, if you can call it a desk. It was really just an old table Ginny found. One of the legs was broken and Mrs. Weasley had put a charm on the table to keep it upright.) and sat down beside the sleeping girl.
"Ginny?" he whispered. "I really need to talk to you." Ginny made a groaning sound; Ron took it as a sign that she was awake.
"Ginny, it's about Hermoine. I think......I think...well, I just don't know. And I just can't talk to Harry about it, cause he just wouldn't understand. And I don't want him to get worried about my petty problems, or me, because he's got enough on this plate as it is, you know? Anyway...Ginny, I think, well, lately.........this is kind of weird talking to my sister about it, but......well, lately I have been seeing things in a different light, to put it plainly. I've being seeing a lot of things differently. I've been thinking about school and life after school and my friends and my family and everything. And...well, I've been thinking about Hermoine. She's...she's changed, you know? I guess she hasn't, but I've changed, and I've realized a lot over the past year. And I think...I think...I think I might have feelings for Hermoine."
Ginny made a gasping sound.
"No, don't sound shocked, Ginny. I'm sure you have noticed it in me. I mean, we're all changing. Harry, Hermoine, you, me...we're just......different. We aren't the same little kids we once were. And I think we need to realize some stuff. And, well, I have realized that I do have feelings for Hermoine, and I don't think I can hide them anymore."
Ron took a moment to breathe and waited for Ginny to say something. She made no sound and Ron found it odd that she wouldn't turn over. She must really be sick, he thought.
So he continued with his babble.
"But, Ginny, oh what do I do? I can't tell Harry. Think of what it would do to him! Me and Hermoine are his best friends, and we can't make him the third wheel. It would be just too weird! So, Ginny, I have come to you. I need help!"
There was no response.
"Ginny? Ginny, why are you facing the wall? Are you okay?"
He stood up and leaned over the bed; he placed his hand on the girl's shoulder and rolled her over.
"Ginn-"
He froze.
It wasn't Ginny in Ginny's bed.
It was Hermoine.