A/N:This is my first fan fic, so please have mercy!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or settings, just the plot.
Intro:
It was in between my 3rd and 4th year, a year later for my brother and Hermione, and they still weren't going out. I knew they both liked each other, but they were so stubborn! I decided it was going to be up to me, Ginny Weasley, to get them as a couple. Hanging out with Hermione was bound to rub off, so I worked on my game plan and strategy. Hopefully, by the end of the year, they would be a couple.
Chapter 1:
Hermione and I were just hanging out in Hermione's room at number 12 Grimmauld Place. I played with my wand in my fingers while contemplating hexing Fred and George until they told me where they took my diary. Hermione was looking out the window. Thinking of Ron, I bet. Merlin, they're just like newly weds. All they need to do is say "I do." I thought.
Then she finally talked to me.
"Ron is such a git! I can't believe this! He's going to fall behind in his classes for O.W.L.s, but he doesn't care! Then he has the nerve to- to…" She must have lost her train of thought, because she trailed off. Again. This was the third time she trailed off while thinking of Ron today. In the last 20 minutes even.
I grabbed Hermione's shoulders and looked her right in the eye.
"Come on, Hermy. Everyone knows you like him. Just go out with him already."
"I do not!" Hermione shouted while blushing furiously and looking away. "And stop calling me Hermy."
I tossed my fiery (and rather-nice-if-I-do-say-so-myself) hair and said "Whatever. He likes you too, you know."
Hermione whizzed around and practically jumped on me. Thens she all but yelled at my face. "Really?! You think so?!" Hermione asked while simultaneously jumping up and down and grabbing my shoulders in a death-grip (not really comfortable to me, let me tell you.)
I pushed her off of me and fixed my poor, wrinkled shirt. I was really annoyed at her now. "Yeah, but I'm going to tell him you like him if you don't admit it."
"Ok, ok! I like him! But, if he likes me, why hasn't he told me?" She looked up at me all innocently.
I was getting impatient. "Guys don't just go up to girls and say 'Omygosh, I love you, wanna go out?' Not unless they've got real guts, which my brother doesn't have when it comes to girls." I walked over and sat next to her on the bed.
"Well, I don't have any proof he likes me…" Hermione said, obviously stalling.
"Fine. I'll get proof. I know where Ron keeps his diary- I mean, 'journal'" I said using air quotes. We giggled and I layed down on the bed as she talked about how fun it would be when Harry was here.
"Girls! Please come down and set the table!" My mother yelled. I sighed, got up and stretched. Hermione got up too.
On the way down, I whispered to her, "I'll get the proof by tomorrow night. I promise." Then we got ready for dinner while other members of the Order started trickling in.
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