A/N: Whoa, I can't believe how many reviews this story is getting! Almost 50 so far! This chapter is dedicated to: uniforms rock, The Angel's Devil, Risifruttiii, Luna ML, Missa05, and Snowbear.

Ginny sat in the common room drawing yet another sketch. This time it was a random girl, one that'd been in a dream. She'd decided to skip clothing in this drawing, and focus on studying the human form. In a drawing book she'd flipped through once it said that before you can get into the details of a drawing you have to understand the form of what you're drawing. You need to know the skeleton, the muscle, the skin, and the hair. In other words learn how to draw people naked before you add clothing. Or if it was an animal learn how to draw it without fur first. To her there was nothing sexual about drawing nude women.

"What the hell are you drawing?" Ron asked incredulously, peering over Ginny's shoulder. Apparently to Ron, there was.

"None of your business," Ginny snapped back, "Leave me alone."

"That's just wrong Gin," Ron said looking totally grossed out. Hypocrite, he was probably fascinated by it. She pulled the sketchbook close to her chest as other people in the room looked over at her and Ron, curious. Hermione was on the stairs, watching, her eyes cold.

Hermione, can't you understand? Ginny thought helplessly. Hermione looked down and hurried out of the room.

"It's art Ron," Ginny tried to explain to him. Her knuckles were starting to hurt again. She'd wrapped her hand in ripped pieces of an old shirt that'd been in the bottom of the trunk. Ron didn't even seem to notice that, no one had actually.

"Art!" Ron asked incredulously, though Ginny knew she'd caught him off guard with that comeback.

"You can't draw a wolf until you know what it'd look like without fur, without skin, until you know its skeleton," Ginny told him fiercely.

"That sure didn't look like a skeleton to me," Ron sneered.

"You're just looking for reasons to pick on me," Ginny yelled.

"No I'm not, that's just plain old gross," he told her reaching for her sketchbook as if he wanted to show everyone.

"It's mine," Ginny said darkly. He pulled his hand back, "Get away from me."

"Fine, be that way," Ron said storming out of the common room. Ginny glanced around the room, there were five other Gryffindors there, all eyes trained on her.

"It's just a drawing," she told them angrily and stood up, leaving the common room as well.

Was this her punishment? Was Hermione right? Was she going to hell, were the Lord and Lady angry at her for trying to accept these feelings? Were all her friends going to turn away from her? First her best friend, now her brother.

The tears came before Ginny could stop them, running down her cheeks and dropping onto her sketchbook, leaving blotches on the cover. She slowed from her near run to a slow walk and leaned against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor. Pulling her knees up to her chest she wrapped her arms around herself and buried her face. She didn't even know which hallway she was in, nor did she care. This was the worst school year ever, and it was all her fault. If only she'd just kept her stupid mouth shut.

"Ginny?" someone said. Ginny didn't look up but she could hear the footsteps come closer. Someone knelt down next to her.

"Gin?"

"Go away," Ginny said identifying the voice as Hermione.

"I need to talk to you, please," Hermione said and Ginny looked up, catching something in the other girl's voice.

"What, to tell me that everything I do is wrong and I'm a sick perverted freak?" Ginny snapped.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said. Ginny noticed that Hermione's eyes were red, as if she'd been crying also.

"Oh," Ginny said her heart picking up a beat at being so close to Hermione. Hermione's hair was all messed up, her face pale except for around her eyes from crying. She looked quite beautiful.

"I, I know what you're going through," Hermione admitted.

Ginny scowled, "How could you?"

"I'm a lesbian," Hermione said and Ginny's heart nearly stopped.