The Hogwarts Soap Opera
Dedicated to the creator of Science Five. Lol, you know who you are.
Hermione's love life was just getting plain...complicated. Ginny never thought that would happen, but ever since Hermione had bloomed into the beauty Ginny knew was hiding in there, she was turning heads in every direction. Ginny sighed, trying to do her homework, but failing miserably.
Hermione was currently an item with Neville, and had been for the majority of the school year. However, Ginny knew that while Hermione cared deeply for him, her feelings for Neville were not...love. Infatuation, perhaps, but not love. Ginny knew this from more than just observation...Hermione and Ginny had become close friends in the last few years, and they told each other everything. Hermione was fretting over breaking up with Neville, afraid she would regret it.
The thought made Ginny roll her eyes. Hermione didn't realize it, but Neville knew something was going on. And he was getting rather annoyed with Hermione for not either telling him what was wrong, or breaking up with him and getting it over with. She was close to driving him to insanity.
Ginny and Neville were friends, of course, but only friends. It seemed that Ginny had a lot of those. She had several guy friends, but none of them, in her eyes anyway, were boyfriend material. She watched Hermione and Neville's playful banter wistfully, but at the moment she didn't even have a crush. Hermione swore there would be someone, but Ginny was beginning to have her doubts.
Ginny was worried about Hermione. There was more hidden in her mind then her doubts about her relationship with Neville. Hermione had confided in Ginny that she was maybe developing a crush on Harry.
Ginny couldn't believe her ears! Harry and Ginny had gone out for a few months last year, but it just hadn't worked out. They were still friends, and Ginny preferred it that way. She often joked that his breaking up with her was one of the best things of her life, because it had brought them together as friends. She was really only half joking.
However, that didn't make Ginny's predicament any better. She was good friends with Neville, and she didn't want to see Hermione break his heart even if it was unintentional. She was finding it difficult not to tell Neville, but she was under sworn oath from Hermione.
But by the same token, Ginny felt terrible for Hermione! Ginny had talked to Harry often since Hermione had told her, trying to find out what his feelings for her were. Hermione was convinced that he didn't like her, and Ginny suspected that's why she was clutching to the final threads of her relationship with Neville. Ginny didn't have the heart to tell Hermione, but from what she could tell of her talking with Harry, he was not only oblivious to her affections, but he didn't return them.
Ginny really didn't want to get too involved, but she was finding it was already too late. There was only one other person that knew of Hermione's secret feelings for Harry, and that was Ron. He had helped her through some shaky times with Neville, even though he had been dating Padma until a few weeks ago. Hermione relied on her friends to keep her mind in tact as she struggled through her fickle teenage feelings, usually feeling rather silly at getting worked up over such nonsense.
She sighed as she managed to finish her homework and take out a book. The book was for muggle studies, and involved the Muggle thoeries of science. It was called Science Five (it was the fifth edition or something) and Ginny thought it had to be the world's most boing name. She wasn't really reading it, but hiding behind it. She thought that maybe from this point, she wouldn't have to think about Hermione's problems. She was startled as she felt someone sit down beside her, so she looked up from her book.
"Hey Ron," She smiled at her older brother. He waved unenthusiastically, and Ginny frowned. She studied his face. He seemed to be wearing a wistful glare, the strangest combination of emotions Ginny had ever seen. She followed his gaze to see Hermione and Harry playing chess.
"What's wrong?" She asked in concern. Ron sighed.
"Ginny can I tell you something that no one else can ever know?" He asked.
"Of course, Ron," She replied, her eyes trying to study him.
"Because I have to tell someone. I have to tell someone or I'm going to burst and explode everywhere. If I don't let it out--"
"Ron, calm down!" Ginny hissed in alarm. The half crazy gleam left his eyes, and the hidden sorrow replaced it. "Now, what is it?" She asked.
"Do you promise not to tell anyone?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die," Ginny replied, rolling her eyes. She could tell whatever Ron was hiding was killing him from the inside out, so she urged him to just spill it out. He looked around cautiously, which was unnecissary because there was no one sitting within fifteen feet of them. His voice dropped to just above a whisper.
"Ginny, lately I've been thinking about Hermione...a lot. I like her. I mean, I'm not talking your every day, run-of-the-mill 'yeah, she's kinda cute' thing. I'm talking I lay awake at night for hours, thinking about her. I have to use sleeping spells to fall asleep. Everytime I see her I just...I think I love her, Ginny."
Ginny stared at him, trying to digest this new piece of information. She could tell by the look on his face that he was dead serious. Ron loved Hermione? Well, there was something she wasn't expecting to hear. She allowed herself to look back down at the book, now lying on her lap so she wouldn't have to see the look on her brother's face as he continued.
"That's why I was so upset when she told me about Harry," He sighed. "I mean, Harry's my best friend, and it was like someone had hit me with the Cruciatus Curse. But if they like each other..." His gaze turned once again to the two of them, laughing in the firelight. "Bless them both." He whispered.
Ginny's head snapped up in surprise. What had he just said? She would think that Ron would fight for Hermione, and cause a huge snap in the friendship of the three. If he really felt that way, why didn't he? In the context of what he said, Ginny would have. Ron seemed to be amused by the look on Ginny's face.
"When Hermione's happy, I'm happy," He said simply. "I don't think Harry and Hermione were meant to be. I can wait. I won't like it, but I can wait." His gaze returned to them, the glare seeping away, and only leaving a wistful half smile of sorrow. Ginny couldn't believe what he had said.
So she added him into the seemingly always growing tangled web surounding Hermione, and sighed as she pictured herself, without even a trace of a thread within twenty miles.
Sighing, she picked up her book.
Dedicated to the creator of Science Five. Lol, you know who you are.
Hermione's love life was just getting plain...complicated. Ginny never thought that would happen, but ever since Hermione had bloomed into the beauty Ginny knew was hiding in there, she was turning heads in every direction. Ginny sighed, trying to do her homework, but failing miserably.
Hermione was currently an item with Neville, and had been for the majority of the school year. However, Ginny knew that while Hermione cared deeply for him, her feelings for Neville were not...love. Infatuation, perhaps, but not love. Ginny knew this from more than just observation...Hermione and Ginny had become close friends in the last few years, and they told each other everything. Hermione was fretting over breaking up with Neville, afraid she would regret it.
The thought made Ginny roll her eyes. Hermione didn't realize it, but Neville knew something was going on. And he was getting rather annoyed with Hermione for not either telling him what was wrong, or breaking up with him and getting it over with. She was close to driving him to insanity.
Ginny and Neville were friends, of course, but only friends. It seemed that Ginny had a lot of those. She had several guy friends, but none of them, in her eyes anyway, were boyfriend material. She watched Hermione and Neville's playful banter wistfully, but at the moment she didn't even have a crush. Hermione swore there would be someone, but Ginny was beginning to have her doubts.
Ginny was worried about Hermione. There was more hidden in her mind then her doubts about her relationship with Neville. Hermione had confided in Ginny that she was maybe developing a crush on Harry.
Ginny couldn't believe her ears! Harry and Ginny had gone out for a few months last year, but it just hadn't worked out. They were still friends, and Ginny preferred it that way. She often joked that his breaking up with her was one of the best things of her life, because it had brought them together as friends. She was really only half joking.
However, that didn't make Ginny's predicament any better. She was good friends with Neville, and she didn't want to see Hermione break his heart even if it was unintentional. She was finding it difficult not to tell Neville, but she was under sworn oath from Hermione.
But by the same token, Ginny felt terrible for Hermione! Ginny had talked to Harry often since Hermione had told her, trying to find out what his feelings for her were. Hermione was convinced that he didn't like her, and Ginny suspected that's why she was clutching to the final threads of her relationship with Neville. Ginny didn't have the heart to tell Hermione, but from what she could tell of her talking with Harry, he was not only oblivious to her affections, but he didn't return them.
Ginny really didn't want to get too involved, but she was finding it was already too late. There was only one other person that knew of Hermione's secret feelings for Harry, and that was Ron. He had helped her through some shaky times with Neville, even though he had been dating Padma until a few weeks ago. Hermione relied on her friends to keep her mind in tact as she struggled through her fickle teenage feelings, usually feeling rather silly at getting worked up over such nonsense.
She sighed as she managed to finish her homework and take out a book. The book was for muggle studies, and involved the Muggle thoeries of science. It was called Science Five (it was the fifth edition or something) and Ginny thought it had to be the world's most boing name. She wasn't really reading it, but hiding behind it. She thought that maybe from this point, she wouldn't have to think about Hermione's problems. She was startled as she felt someone sit down beside her, so she looked up from her book.
"Hey Ron," She smiled at her older brother. He waved unenthusiastically, and Ginny frowned. She studied his face. He seemed to be wearing a wistful glare, the strangest combination of emotions Ginny had ever seen. She followed his gaze to see Hermione and Harry playing chess.
"What's wrong?" She asked in concern. Ron sighed.
"Ginny can I tell you something that no one else can ever know?" He asked.
"Of course, Ron," She replied, her eyes trying to study him.
"Because I have to tell someone. I have to tell someone or I'm going to burst and explode everywhere. If I don't let it out--"
"Ron, calm down!" Ginny hissed in alarm. The half crazy gleam left his eyes, and the hidden sorrow replaced it. "Now, what is it?" She asked.
"Do you promise not to tell anyone?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die," Ginny replied, rolling her eyes. She could tell whatever Ron was hiding was killing him from the inside out, so she urged him to just spill it out. He looked around cautiously, which was unnecissary because there was no one sitting within fifteen feet of them. His voice dropped to just above a whisper.
"Ginny, lately I've been thinking about Hermione...a lot. I like her. I mean, I'm not talking your every day, run-of-the-mill 'yeah, she's kinda cute' thing. I'm talking I lay awake at night for hours, thinking about her. I have to use sleeping spells to fall asleep. Everytime I see her I just...I think I love her, Ginny."
Ginny stared at him, trying to digest this new piece of information. She could tell by the look on his face that he was dead serious. Ron loved Hermione? Well, there was something she wasn't expecting to hear. She allowed herself to look back down at the book, now lying on her lap so she wouldn't have to see the look on her brother's face as he continued.
"That's why I was so upset when she told me about Harry," He sighed. "I mean, Harry's my best friend, and it was like someone had hit me with the Cruciatus Curse. But if they like each other..." His gaze turned once again to the two of them, laughing in the firelight. "Bless them both." He whispered.
Ginny's head snapped up in surprise. What had he just said? She would think that Ron would fight for Hermione, and cause a huge snap in the friendship of the three. If he really felt that way, why didn't he? In the context of what he said, Ginny would have. Ron seemed to be amused by the look on Ginny's face.
"When Hermione's happy, I'm happy," He said simply. "I don't think Harry and Hermione were meant to be. I can wait. I won't like it, but I can wait." His gaze returned to them, the glare seeping away, and only leaving a wistful half smile of sorrow. Ginny couldn't believe what he had said.
So she added him into the seemingly always growing tangled web surounding Hermione, and sighed as she pictured herself, without even a trace of a thread within twenty miles.
Sighing, she picked up her book.