Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Ginny shook her head, trying to clear away the drowsiness setting in. She shifted slightly in the overstuffed chair she was draped over, leg dangling over the chair's arm. Two hours past curfew and Hermione still wasn't back! Hearing the Fat Lady's irritated grumbles, she rushed to look interested in the book she had spent her night pretending to read. The portrait swung open and Hermione climbed in looking flushed but rather pleased with herself.
"Ginny!" she called out in an excited whisper, rushing over to the pale girl whose auburn hair gleamed in the firelight.
Ginny smiled tentatively. "What have you been up to tonight?"
Hermione looked like she would burst. "He asked me!"
Ginny felt as though she'd just been punched in the stomach. She wondered why she wasn't happier for her friend. Maybe it was just that he was so wrong for her.
"That's great, Hermione." She tried to sound like she meant it.
"Don't tell anyone yet, ok?"
"Sure."
"Oh, Ginny!" she sighed happily, "I'm so lucky to have a friend like you." She bent down and kissed the silently stunned third year on the cheek before skipping off to bed.
Ginny touched the lightly tingling spot those lips had kissed, suddenly feeling much happier.