A/N: I should be working on my non-fanfic right now but I need a break! And it feels really late but it's only 8:30 so I need to do something. And this was a pointless author's note. Okay how about… this is a Ginny/Hermione- first one I've written… So… yeah. Go read it. (BTW I started this before the 6th book so take it like that.)
"Ever wonder if you're a lesbian?" Ginny's voice echoed around the now silent bathroom as the few other girls in my year stared at Ginny.
I looked at her curiously, trying to be discreet. Ginny? Wondering if she was gay? For that matter, sexuality was actually talked about somewhere in Hogwart's halls? I was intrigued.
I also noticed, with amusement, that those in Ginny's year actually looked bored. Was this an old speech? Then I realized Ginny was actually looking for an answer. As her hairbrush slid through her red hair her eyes roamed around the bathroom, daring anyone to reply.
Yes, I thought at her with a slight smile, But I know I am.
She didn't hear of course but only shrugged at her lack of result and added on, "I mean- how do you know?"
"Aren't you dating Harry?" I inquired, unable to keep myself silent any longer, as I dropped down my tooth brush before I could put toothpaste on it.
"Uh," Ginny now looked surprised. She had thought she wasn't getting any answers from us sixth years, "Yeah."
"Well haven't you kissed him?" I inquired, peering over at her.
"Yes," Ginny answered, glancing around, suddenly uncomfortable.
"Did you like it?" I wondered, my smile turning slightly… well… evil.
Ginny sighed and turned back to stare at herself in the mirror, ignoring the rolling eyes of one of her year-mates, "That's the thing."
"Maybe you're bi," I suggested and she glanced at me, intrigued by my casual use of the abbreviation for bisexual.
"What if I'm not?" she answered back, shifting around. Maybe she hadn't expected me to answer her. A few years ago I wouldn't have expected me to answer either.
"What if you are?" I pressed.
"How do you tell though?" she moaned, shoving her brush onto the sink's counter and turning to leave.
"Are you really looking for an answer?" I asked her as she left then looked back at her year-mates.
"We've heard this a million times," one of them said with a grin, "If that's what you're wondering."
"I think she likes being in turmoil…" another mused, "She's probably straight…"
I only nodded with a shrug and then turned to follow Ginny. However my thoughts couldn't stay on her very long, interesting as this change in her was. They were already turning away from the red-head and towards the test in Potions. I was almost sure I hadn't studied enough. If only I'd had more time before my rebellious body put me to sleep on top of my textbooks!
It hadn't occurred to me that the incident in the bathroom would become the norm for me. Somehow by answering Ginny's spoken thoughts I'd been labeled in her mind as someone she could really confide in, someone who would help her sort out her thoughts. And as much I was interested to find that I wasn't the only homosexual student at Hogwarts, I wasn't sure if I really wanted to listen. However, it appeared I didn't have a choice. That afternoon I found myself walking beside Ginny down by the lake. Somehow Harry and Ron had wandered ahead, just out of whispered earshot.
"Hey Hermione," Ginny said casually and I looked over at her, "Have you ever wondered if you were…"
"… gay?" I inquired and she nodded, looking worried now. I could tell that she was thinking I'd turn out to be one of those anti-gay people or that I'd just be freaked out and shove her away. Of course, like I said before, I don't think she was entirely prepared for the fact that Hermione might come riding in to answer her pleas that her year-mates obviously weren't helping with, although it didn't seem it was from lack of trying.
"Yes," I admitted, biting a lip thoughtfully as we strolled through the fresh green grass, "I have."
"And?" she inquired, looking at me with once more surprised eyes. I supposed I was the last person on earth she imagined could be gay.
I shrugged, preferring that my sexual preference was kept private. If Ginny wanted to be open about it, that was her. I was still not entirely sure of what the Wizarding world really thought about sexuality.
"Ginny," I said instead of answering, turning and halting to sort of look vaguely over her shoulder, "It looks like it's you wondering, not me. But if you want to talk about it, I will listen."
"Ah," Ginny fumbled with her words and looked at the ground, "Never mind."
"You do like Harry then, don't you?" I asked, searching for eye contact now.
"Uh," Ginny said with a blush, stepping backwards from me, "Yeah."
"You're physically attracted to him? Emotionally?" I asked, then added, "Sexually?"
Ginny turned bright red and looked at somewhere over my shoulder, then glanced ahead at Harry and Ron walking on obliviously ahead, talking about Quidditch by the looks of their wild arm expressions.
"Well?" I nudged her.
She shrugged, still embarrassed, "Yeah…"
"Then you're straight," I announced, straightening up and starting to walk again.
"What if I'm bisexual" she asked, hurrying after me in a flurry of red hair and black robes.
"Well… are you attracted to girls?" I asked her, stopping once more to stare at her.
Ginny hesitated before answering then shrugged once more and said, "I can see myself kissing a girl, but what if I'm not really attracted to them, what if a girl I think is hot is just me thinking I want to look like them, and not really attraction?"
I started walking again, thinking, listening to Ginny's once more hurried footsteps on the grass behind me and finally said, "I think you'll have to figure that out for yourself."
"Hermione," Ginny said, catching up to me just as I spoke, "Are you sure you're not gay?"
I smiled and glanced around then stopped once more and with a mischievous smile I said, "Did I ever say I wasn't?"
And then I started walking again, and by the sounds of it Ginny was still standing there. When I glanced back at her a moment later she was staring at me, not unlike a fish, too surprised to move.
Maybe I should be more open, I thought with amusement, If it gets reactions like that…
The next time she caught me was while I was studying- and trying to get Harry and Ron to study. I think I did all right on the test, but there were a few questions I wasn't entirely sure of, and when I went back to check them in the book, I was sure which answer I'd put… But Harry and Ron didn't care either way. They obviously haven't considered their futures at all.
"Ron," I said with a tired sigh, "Do you really think you're going to become a professional Quidditch player?"
"Harry is," Ron announced with a grin.
"You need to study," I insisted, "Either that or help me with S.P.E.W."
"I'd study," Harry said, exchanging grins with Ron.
"It's blackmail," Ron whispered back, pulling a textbook towards him and flipping through a few pages.
I sighed again, but before I could turn back to the text I was reading there was a hand on my shoulder and I looked up into brown eyes a shade very similar to Ron's. Ginny again. I closed my textbook.
"I think I might just be straight," she confessed quietly. What with Harry and Ron as well, it seemed like my studying days were over.
"Something change?" I inquired, pulling out the empty chair beside me at the table in the Gryffindor Common Room.
She shrugged, "How did you know?"
"I never said I was anything," I told her and she stared at me, puzzled.
"But you said"- she said.
"I just said I never said anything," I answered with a smile, tapping my fingers on the textbook.
"You are," Ginny declared, "You know too much. You're too… calm and wise about it."
"Maybe you've never heard of a GSA," I answered.
"GSA?" Ginny echoed.
"Gay Straight Alliance," I answered, shaking my head. Of course, Hogwarts had no such thing but it would soon if I had a say about it, which, of course, I did. Ginny was proving to me that I had delayed to long in attempting to start one. It was a good thing that awful toad woman was gone- she'd never approve.
"Oh," Ginny said and straightened up with ponder this, the firelight flickering off her hair, making it gleam, the way it did with Ron's.
"Talk to you later?" I wondered and she nodded, moving off to find her other friends.
"What was that about?" Harry wondered, also wondering why his girlfriend had pretty much ignored him.
"Feminine problems," I answered with a wicked smile. It worked like a charm.
He dropped that subject like fire and quickly said, "So Hermione… what does this exactly mean, here?"
A/N: So how's that for a first chapter? Thanks for reading and please review!