Hey. So been wanting to know what happened to Ginny when she walked downstairs? Well…it's good, trust me. Haha, my plans have changed quite a bit. I realized a flaw in my original ones, so I had to revise a bit. But it's still great. NOTE: This is my first fanfiction, so it won't be perfect. Please review with a small ounce of respect. I do not own Harry Potter, any characters or anything else. That all is property of J.K. Rowling.

Chapter Two: Discussions

Oh great! Who knows what I've done to upset mother again. I can never do anything right anymore, though Ginny Weasley as she descended to the ground floor of the Burrow after being summoned by her mom. It's probably about me forgetting to do the dishes last night. I don't understand why she just doesn't use magic to clean them, so we would never have to go through this. Such a waste! Ginny slowly entered the kitchen, unsure of what to find.

"Young lady! You better be able to explain yourself!" Molly Wealsey bellowed at her only daughter.

"What have I done? If it's about the dirty dishes, I'll get to it right away!"

"It has nothing to do with the damn dishes! I'm talking about your O.W.L.'s!"

"Are they that terrible? I thought I had done well,"

"Just take a look for yourself," Mrs. Wealsey handed a sheet of folded parchment to Ginny's outstretched hand. Ginny carefully unfolded the sheet, expecting the worse. She was about to begin reading when her mom suddenly couldn't contain herself anymore.

"Ten O.W.L.'s! Excellent Ginny! I'm so proud of you! We need to have a celebration! A large feast for all of us! Bill and Charlie are apparating in for it! Your father and I are so proud!"

Ginny didn't believe her and proceeded to reading her results. She instinctively counted the Outstandings she received. One…two….Eleven! Her mom had miscounted! Eleven Outstandings!

"Umm, mom. I think you should recount the Outstandings…" Ginny could barely choke this out. Her mom snatched the results out of her hand, eyes darting across the page while counting. As soon as she was done, her eyes enlarged and she let out a high-pitched squeal.

"Oh Ginny dear! This is just wonderful! Eleven O.W.L.'s! I've got to contact your father! That's just as well as Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley darted into the living room where their fireplace was.

"What's all the fuss about? Someone die?" Ron asked, with any real interest in the matter.

"I've just gotten my O.W.L. results in. Mom was very pleased," Ginny answered.

"Oh? How many? Eight? Nine?"

"No, eleven,"

Ron coughed up part of a roll he had been nibbling on clear across the room!

"Eleven! That is just as well as Hermione! Just my luck, a nerd living with me all the time! Never able to get away from them! Errgh!" Ron stomped off in anger. Well, more like jealousy if you asked Ginny.

Ginny made her way back up to her room, grabbed the letter she was sending to Harry, went into Ron's room (he was sleeping already) and sent Pigwidgeon on the delivery. She hoped that Harry would respond quickly, and that he would confide in Hermione for help. Hermione would tell her what he says and she'll know how he feels towards her. It would be amazing if he felt the same back to her. She just knows they'd be compatible….

Hermione Granger was startled into consciousness in the morning of the most eventful Tuesday she'd ever lived. A white, snowy owl began pecking at her fingers. Hedwig! Harry has written to her finally this summer! When this realization overcame her, she sat up promptly and fed Hedwig. She unsealed the letter and her eyes began darting across the page.

"….I understand if you are unable to help. I'll solve this all on my own. Can't wait to see you at the start of term!

Your friend,

Harry"

Of course it was about Ginny. She had known that Harry would be getting this letter for several weeks now. Hermione just didn't think that he would actually confide in her. She would be polite and respond logically, but it just didn't feel right to get involved with this. The two of them should work it out together. She made up her mind to write back later. Hunger was overwhelming her so Hermione made her way to the bathroom and tidied herself up.

Almost immediately after finishing her morning meal, the telephone rang. Hermione's mom picked it up, but almost immediately yelled that it was for her. She grabbed the telephone, put it to her ear and softly said, "Hello?"

"Hermione? This is Ginny, and I'm sorry I haven't been able to write to you very often. Dad had this muggle item installed in our home, and I thought I would give it a try and talk to you. Yeah, several days ago I got my O.W.L. results! I'm so happy!" Ginny muttered all of this quite fast.

"How many Outstandings did you get? I'm sure you did excellent," Hermione responded enthusiastically.

"Eleven Outstandings! Can you believe it? I did just as well as you, except I got an Outstanding in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but not in Potions. I'm so happy! Mum and dad celebrated with me! We had a huge feast! Every single one of my siblings was present!" Ginny continued her ramble of quick and accurate words.

"Wow! Eleven! That is excellent! I'm really proud of you! Have you….have you written to Harry yet?" she asked t his question, already knowing the answer.

"You mean he didn't write to you? Maybe I put him in a state of shock with the news. I sent him a letter on the day I got my results, which was last Friday I believe," Ginny sounded depressed.

"Well, I haven't received any mail this morning, but I have a feeling that I might. I haven't heard from him all summer, so I'm sure I will soon. He usually doesn't wait too long to contact me during summer break."

"Yeah, but I just know that he'll think it is just some childish crush. He only thinks of me as Ron's young sister who is a child and annoying. He's always thought that!"

"Oh please. He knows that you've grown up into a fine young lady. He knows you've got amazing Defense Against the Dark Arts skills. We all knew you would get an Outstanding on your O.W.L. exam. You are far more mature than your ignorant brother Ron. I wouldn't worry if I were you," Hermione stated with obvious practice before hand. She had been expecting it for quite some time. Though she had figured it would be in person when she went to the Burrow at the end of summer, not over a telephone.

"Yeah, he still probably thinks of me as the annoying younger sister of his best friend. I shouldn't have sent him that letter. I know his aunt and uncle don't like owls flying around their house. They're afraid that neighbors will get funny ideas in their heads. I shouldn't have caused any trouble," she sounded as if she was about to burst into tears.

"If you are so worried, wait a few more days and if you still haven't heard from him, send him another letter, apologizing. He's not the greatest when it comes to holding grudges. If he is angry, he won't stay that way. Though I highly doubt he has any problem with the letter you sent him. I'm sorry, but I can't talk anymore. My mom has to make a few calls for her job. Don't forget to hang the telephone up when you're done, " Hermione encouraged.

"Okay. I'll write soon! Bye!" they both hung up the phone.

This day has been odd, and it is still morning! Thought Hermione to herself, I wonder if it will continue to be like this for the rest of the summer. Not much of break, I guess. She continued her day, reading a book on various charms from the Middle Ages, wrote and delivered her letter to Harry, and was about to take a stroll around her block, when there was a casual ring at her doorbell. Hermione was the one to answer, and when she opened the door, she was surprised to see Dumbledore standing in her doorway.

"Professor Dumbledore? This is a most pleasant surprise! How can I help you?" Hermione was very excited to receive a visit from the greatest headmaster from her school, Hogwarts.

"Good day Ms. Granger. I have heard about Ginny's affection for Harry, and his aunt and uncle express a few concerns for him. They wish for me to talk with him. I was hoping that you could come with me and discuss this matter with Ms. Weasley herself," Dumbledore gave her a wink, indicating he thought the whole thing was ridiculous.

"Sure sir. Just let me explain a few things to my parents, and we can be on our way."

"Oh, don't worry. Professor Snape will be arriving shortly to explain everything to them. I'm sure they will understand."

Snape? In her house? That will be an awkward thing to know. It ought to be interesting to see her mother and father's expression, a man dressed in all black robes, Hermione thought.

So? Hehe, ever wonder what that would be like? Well, stick around and see what happens. Please review! I have great things planned! taylorwader