So. I'm new at this. I'm also pretty young. Old enough to be writing this though, no worries. I also never really mastered grammar, so I can't say this will be the best story grammar-wise, but hey, it's not terrible. Also, this is my first time writing this kind of story if you know what I mean. I'm a little confused. Reviews are helpful, but not necessary. Thanks.

I'm guessing I probably have to do this so here: I do not own any of these characters they belong to good old JK R. :

It's easy to pretend she wants me. Easy because every time we're together she seems so happy and carefree. Then I see her with Ron, and she's loving and sweet and just...less herself.

I guess that's what love will do to you, and I know, despite how much I wish otherwise, that she is in love. With him of all people. As if to torture me, he invites her to stay during the summer. Of course he doesn't know, doesn't know that when I hear her bed creak and the door close when she sneaks out to meet him I curl up in a ball all night and try to hold myself together.

He doesn't know. No one knows.

"And when he kissed me I knew I wanted to go further with him, I mean, further than we've gone before, so I gave him a..."

Hermione continues on, but I don't listen. I don't want to know that she gave him a...whatever it is she gave him, (though I'm pretty sure I can guess) because it just hurts too much. So I try to distract myself by staring at a Muggle poster I have on my wall. "300 Cheese Flavors Of The World" Nuttington Pleasure: A rare cheese found only in eastern Belgium. Containing many different types of nuts... Rare cheese...Nuts in cheese...Those Muggles are truly mad, the name of the cheese alone proves it. However, the poster distracts me for the length of Hermione's story, and only when she slaps my knee do I break out of my reverie.

"Did you hear me Gin? Your mom is calling for breakfast!"

"Oh...right then, lets head down..." I say distractedly

"Are you ok Ginny? You've been acting really strange this whole morning." She asks me with a worried expression.

Yeah? And I wonder why. Could it have to do with the fact that you snuck off with my brother last night and that it kills me to have to listen to you go on about it when I wish it was me you were doing these things with? Could that be it?

But I don't say this. Of course I don't say this.

"Yeah, no I'm fine." I tell her without much conviction.

"Yeah-no?" She's twisting my words "That doesn't make much sense Ginny," She laughs, but this annoys me a little.

"I'm fine Hermione, I'm just not that into hearing the lovely details of your sex life with my brother!" I whisper angrily. Why do I whisper? I have no idea.

This sets her off. She's quite cute when she's mad.

"Well Ginny, since you seem to have no sex life of your own, I guess you have no idea how I feel and how much I just want to share this with someone, with you my best friend," She hisses and jumps off my bed and out of the room in a rush.

That went well.

So. Too short? Probably... I have to give you guys credit, I get writers block after what is it...570-something words? I just can't imagine writing say...15 chapters.

I would love suggestions-I don't want Ginny to tell Hermione and then they just, you know, jump into making out and all that but I don't know where to go from here...

Don't rip me apart here-first fanfic, first story really written outside of school.

If you're looking for a really good Hermione-Ginny story, check out Image Of You by angelic1hp, this story had me almost crying-definitely worth the read.