Hermione's cheeks flushed red as anger welled up inside her.
"Ginny!" she yelled "What do you think you're doing?" She hissed to the redhead, pushing down all other feelings apart from the anger she felt that her best friend would betray her when she was feeling so fragile and confused. She felt a twinge of guilt at the look of pain on Ginny's face when she pushed her roughly away but Hermione was extremely puzzled and hurt.
"Hermione! Wait!" Ginny whispered and grabbed the brunettes arm.
"Ginny!" Hermione swung round and glared at the redhead, noting the tears streaming down her face and feeling guilty again.
Why am I being so bitchy? STOP HERMIONE, STOP! She yelled at herself, but her head wouldn't listen
"Ginny, let go or I will hex you so badly you won't walk for a week" she said menacingly and then she turned on her heel and stalked quickly away when Ginny dropped the brunette's wrist. As she walked, tears began to prick at the corners of Hermione's eyes and she did not want to walk into the common room crying her eyes out. She paused in the middle of the seventh floor corridor and put her head in her hands. Pacing backwards and forwards she muttered to herself
"Where do I go? I just need somewhere to go to calm down and think this through. Somewhere private. Somewhere Ginny can't find me, somewhere no-one can find me" She stopped pacing as she heard a large creaking from the wall behind her and a door appeared in the wall where a door was not there before. Surprised, she looked at it and picked up her bag, hesitant as to whether she should go inside.
"Hermione! Please? Can we not just talk?" Ginny's footsteps echoed through the corridors and her pleading sounded thick with tears. Hermione made up her mind and slipped into the room, not caring for the consequences if there were any.
*Ginny's POV*
Ginny couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, could feel nothing but Hermione. The girl was pressed next to her, kissing her, hands touching her and then suddenly she was wide awake, staring nervously at Ginny. There must have been a conversation, Ginny thought to herself miserably, there must have been things said and questions asked but all I can remember is what she felt like sleeping next to me and her mouth on mine. She was going to kiss me back, I'm sure of it. Tears threatened to fall as she remembered the pain in her heart as Hermione pushed her away from the kiss. As Hermione ran away. Ginny remembered grabbing the brunette's wrist. The threat echoed emptily around her head
"Ginny, let me go or I'll hex you so badly you won't walk for a week" She had said. Her best friend had said that and then walked away, up to the seventh corridor. Ginny needed to explain. She had to. Couldn't Hermione see the chemistry between them? Why couldn't Hermione admit she was falling for Ginny? She got up and stumbled out of the library rather unceremoniously, the raging Madam Pince was left far behind yelling nonsensical threats that rebounded off Ginny like boomerangs. Ginny didn't care if she was banned because of the shouting or the bed in the middle of a library corridor, she had to catch up to Hermione. The tears fell as she ran, desperately wanting to make things right between her and her best friend.
"Hermione! Please? Can we not just talk?" She remembered pleading. She remembered running around the seventh corridor searching for the older Gryffindor, yelling her name and apologising over and over again. That was when she had collapsed, from exhaustion apparently and now she was lay on a bed in the hospital wing remembering where her friendship went all wrong.
"Ginny? You may leave now dear" Madam Pomfrey informed her kindly. Ginny lifted herself off the bed and walked out, feeling quite glum and wishing she could speak to Hermione about this. She jogged back to the common room and without looking round she ran up the dormitory steps and threw herself onto her four poster bed, sobbing to her hearts content.
