I'm not JK, but you knew that already... Enjoy. Reviews are appreciated.

Ginny was sitting on her bed reading a book when there was a knock on the door. She called out for whomever to come in and saw Harry poke his head to look in before entering.

"Hey" he said to Ginny while sitting down on the extra bed in the room.

"Hi Harry" she answered, marking her place in her book and setting it down on the table by her bed.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I had a thought and wanted to get your opinion."

"Okay, what is it," Ginny asked intrigued.

"Well," he started. "I was thinking about going to Hermione's house in the morning to see if I can catch her. I was thinking about taking my cloak with me and keeping an eye on the place and follow her around, you know, see what she's up to and all."

"Will you let me go with you?" Ginny really hoped he'd say yes but she wasn't letting her hopes rise.

"I think it'd be best if I'm alone initially. We don't want to bombard her if there's something major going on." Harry knew she wasn't pushing going and realized that he'd have to come back for her quickly if things went bad. "I promise you, I'll come get if you I think you can help."

"Thanks Harry. It's as good a plan as any right now."

"I'm glad you think so Gin." He stood up and gave her a hug. "Everything will work out, you'll see."

Harry left the room and Ginny let out a big sigh. She stretched out her back and decided to take a shower before heading to bed.

Hermione remembered the groceries she had bought earlier in the day and went to put them up. She fixed herself a sandwich and sat down at the kitchen island to eat. The evening had turned out to be quite interesting and she was surprised that she was able to have some fun.

"Perhaps it's what I needed," she said to herself.

She glanced at the number written on her hand and got up to search for a notepad and pen to write the number on so it wouldn't be lost. This was the first time she'd ever gotten close to another girl, well, besides Ginny. Her stomach tingled at the thought of Ginny. 'Weird,' she thought.

Hermione cleaned up her mess in the kitchen and started her way upstairs, stripping her clothes off as she went and dropping them along the way. She headed into the bathroom and started the shower turning the water as hot as she could stand. The brunette stood under the hot water letting it flow over her face.

She thought of Lexi kissing her before she had suddenly up and left. She didn't even really know why she had left like that. She had been actually been having fun. Maybe that's why she left; because she had been feeling things and it scared her. This confused her even more; wasn't she just wishing the previous night to be able to feel anything?

Images of Ginny flashed into her mind again and she realized that she was missing her friend. Hermione really need her friend right now, but she didn't know what to do. She had already lied to her. In all actuality, she was surprised that no one had shown up at the house any this week. Surely they would know the owl that delivered the letter was a local one.

Hermione finished washing herself and turned off the shower. She quickly dried off and wrapped herself in the towel. Walking across the hall to her bedroom, she noticed her jeans on the floor, grabbed her bag out of the pocket, and went to sit on her bed. She pulled the joint out of her bag and held it for a few minutes.

Lifting it up to her nose she smelled the length of it and remembered the calm feeling it gave her at the club. She pulled her wand out of her bag and held it to the end of the joint to light it. The first drag made her cough a bit but her lungs eventually chilled out. She took a few more drags of it before putting it out.

She opened the drawer on her bedside table and pulled out a small square box which she put the remainder of the joint in. The calm feeling was washing over her and she dug out her knife. She flicked the blade out and pressed another line into her forearm. This time she was able to feel a bit of the pain the occurred. The pain felt good. Wiping off her arm and the blade on the towel still wrapped around her, she stood up, set the knife on the table, and pulled back the covers on her bed. She let the towel drop to the floor and crawled into bed allowing sleep to quickly consume her.