A/N: Okay, so again this one isn't going to be that long only because I'm waiting for the pace to pick up and for people to tell me what they think. Sadly I only had one review thus far thanks to thousand lies which I appreciate however considering how many hits the story recieved and that one review its rather sad. But if I'm only going to be continuing because of one person who likes the story then so be it. I will continue anyways. But thank you to those who read. Chapter is not that long but once the plot thickens and so the chapters I can assure you will be longer. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters only the story line.

Ever since that night when Ginny made her little joke about me fancying girls…I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Was it because I fancied girls that my eyes never lit up for a boy? I've never thought of myself as liking girls… My parents always told me it was wrong. There was no way that I could be gay. I like boys. Or at least I think I like boys.

I was so lost in my thoughts about our conversation that I never even noticed Ginny approaching me in the common room. She took a seat next to me on the couch. "Hey Hermione. How's it going?" When did her eyes become so deep and blue?

"Oh, not bad, just relaxing a bit and thinking." Not a lie, but I wasn't going to tell her what I was thinking about.

"Hermione Granger actually relaxes from homework?" She joked. "Now that's amazing." She laughed lightly and so did I. We sat there for a little while in silence. Nothing uncomfortable or awkward, just peaceful silence. She leaned her head on my shoulder, a common thing for the two of us. Although this time, it made me feel more at peace than it ever had before. I had to stop thinking like this. She is my best mate nothing more, nothing less. "Hermione?" She asked as she turned her head to look up at me. Breaking me from my thoughts.

"Yes, Ginny?" I asked turning my head to look down at her sapphire eyes looking into mine.

"Do you ever think of what life would be like if things were different?" She asked me as she turned her eyes and looked towards the fireplace seeming to zone out. As if she were deep in thought.

"What do you mean by if things were different?"

"Just… if we weren't best friends… if I wasn't dating Harry… if you were actually dating a boy." She laughed at the last comment. I laughed back, knowing that she was not talking about her little joke but talking about the fact that I don't date at all. She turned back to look at me. Searching my features for any kind of an answer.

"No I guess I haven't ever thought about what things would be like if all of that were true. And since part of that was me and you not being friends…I don't want to think about it." I said, smiling to her. She returned my smile and then put her head back onto my shoulder.

Silence fell upon us again. We sat there for what seemed like hours although I know that it was merely minutes. Me leaning against the arm of the couch and Ginny leaning against me. Every now and then she would rest her hand on my arm. And every time she did so, the simple gesture would give me goose bumps. Why was this all happening now? Ever since our conversation I've been acting differently. Noticing things that I had never noticed before. I was never like this before that night.

I looked over to Ginny to find that she had fallen asleep. I was going to wake her up and tell her to go to bed but instead I just stared at her. I really took in all of her features. The way her hair fell over her face as she slept, all the little freckles that I could never see before, the way her chest was rising and falling as she breathed in deeply. I've really got to stop thinking like this.

I gently shook her awake to send her up to her dorm. "Ginny… wake up."

She finally stirred awake and looked around the room a moment before finally saying, "What's going on?"

"You feel asleep. Besides it's getting late. We should go to bed. We do have classes in the morning and all." She sat up straight and stretched out and I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over her. Perhaps a second longer than I should have but she didn't seem to notice. She stood up in front of me and offered her hand.

"M'lady?" I laughed at how corny she was being and she laughed along with me. But nonetheless I took her hand and she helped me stand up. We made our ways up the stairs to our dormitories. We reached her dorm first. We said our goodnights and hugged each other before I finally continued the rest of the way to my room. When I entered I could see that everyone else had already fallen asleep. So I quietly made my way to my bed.

I quickly changed and then just layed down. I didn't fall right to sleep. So I just let my mind wander. Which was a mistake. Because no matter what my thoughts always came back to her. Her glowing sapphire eyes and her brilliant red hair. I still had no idea why I was thinking like this lately. Why am I doing this to myself? I'm Straight. That's all there is to it. I like boys, not girls. I had to get her out of my mind. It was wrong to like girls. It has to be everyone I know says so.

So if it is considered a sin… then why can't I stop thinking of how beautiful she is and how soft her lips look?

A/N: Again I apologize for the legnth of this one but I hope you enjoyed it anyways. Please R&R. Thank you.