Chapter Seven
Feelings
Ginny glanced up as Hermione entered the room, a bounce in her step.
"What's got you so happy?" She asked around the toothpick.
Hermione shook her head. "Oh, nothing."
"You don't fool me for a minute." Ginny replied, setting down the magazine she had been reading. "Seriously."
Hermione sighed. "I guess I can't."
She slid into the chair across from Ginny.
'There's this guy at work."
"With you so far."
"And he's really really sweet!"
"Oookkkaaayyyy." Ginny drawled.
"Well... he asked me on a date!"
Ginny blinked. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but it wasn't that.
"Say you're ok with it?" Hermione begged.
Ginny grinned. "Of course I am! It's not like I have a monopoly on you. Or love you or any thing!"
Only I do.
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Ginny wasn't quite sure when it started. Before the kareoke ordeal. Ginny could hold her liquor. She had been no where near her limit when she sang that song. She had also pretended to pass out when she got too close.
She had liked Hermione well enough in school. They had been good friends and Hermione had helped her out of her shell.
But now it was something more. She wanted Hermione to like her back. Not the way she currently did. The way Ginny did.
Ginny liked Hermione like that. She came dangerously close to loving the older girl. She swore she would never love, not after that whole ordeal with Blaise. But her heart longed for it and Ginny was nearly helpless to stop it from reaching for those stars.
She watched over the next few weeks. Watched Hermione with her Joe. They were happy. Her heart ached to ruin the relationship, to shatter Hermione's tender grip on happiness. But every part of her knew she couldn't do that.
So she watched. Watched silently as Hermione gave away her love.
She watched and cried.
But she never stepped in.
That was how Much Hermione meant to her.
The End.
(A/N: This is probably one of the saddest endings I've ever written.