Title: Ginny's Question (Hermione's Answer)

Words: 1009

AN: Thank you for all being so wonderful and reviewing. I rather like it. You all bitched (in the nicest possible way) that the chapters were too short. So I tried to fix that; here is the result. Chapter! Over 1000 words. Feel proud. You can dedicate this chapter to Soundwave Sydney 2011, as I have. But not to Slayer. Oh no, not to Slayer.

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Harry had been waiting for an owl to bring him something, anything, from Lucius. It was starting to get painful, just waiting. But Harry wished that he was still just waiting, because Ginny had just descended on him. Harry had thought that she had gotten over her crush after his third year. She'd even gone with Neville to the Yule Ball. And had dated a couple of people last year as well. Unfortunately, this summer had proved that she wasn't over her crush.

If anything, keeping it a secret has apparently made it more of an infatuation.

And it was starting to creep Harry out.

She was with him whenever it was physically possible; thankfully Hermione did a good job of running interference. Actually, Harry was an excellent dampener for Ron, who seemed to have developed a thing for Hermione. At least Harry could talk to Hermione about how frustrating it was to have an unwanted Weasley trying (and failing) to be smooth and subtle.

They were still good friends, though, which is why neither Harry or Hermione has gone to extreme measures to keep Ron and Ginny at bay.

Except Hermione was inside, finishing off her holiday homework, and Ron had just gone to get something to eat – so he wouldn't be back for a while. And then Ginny had swooped in and sat down next to him. Way too close. He could smell whatever disgusting perfume she was wearing. Honestly, it smelt foul. Like a flower had thrown up, and then the vomit had thrown up, and then someone had decided to use that smell as a womens perfume.

Harry discretely tried to inch away, but Ginny was leaning in. Someone should really tell her that cleavage was not going to win him over, for several reasons. One, he was gay and already in a relationship. He hoped he was still in a relationship. Two, she didn't have much cleavage to show off. Harry thought that, soon, she would probably become more womanly in her figure, but she was a late bloomer.

"Hey Ginny, was there something that I could help you with?" Ginny fluttered her eyes, the light blue sparkling in the light.

"Yes, Harry. There is. My lip is itchy – could you scratch it?" That was the lamest attempt at seduction that Harry had ever heard. He'd only ever had sex with one person, and couldn't remember much about the actual seduction, but bad pick up lines were thrown around the dorm like candy.

And that was the worst one ever.

Ginny leant in, her arms in front of her to maximize her cleavage, and her eyes shuttered closed as harry leant in, only to snap open when Harry literally scratched her lip. She glared at the offending finger, and leant back. The look on her face was deadly.

"I wanted you to kiss me." She whined, and Harry shook his head, holing his hands up.

"Sorry Ginny, I don't want to kiss you." She jumped up, stomping her foot and crossing her arms in a childish display of her temper.

"Why not? I want to be with you Harry – I want us to be together. It's all I've ever wanted, why can't we be together?" She half yelled, obviously torn between violent anger and tears.

"Because I don't think of you that way, Ginny. You're like a sister to me." She shook her head, suddenly smiling.

"Don't worry, Harry, I can help you move past that sisterly love. We can turn it into the love that should be there!" She exclaimed, settling back down on the bed and leaning forward once more. Harry jumped up.

"NO! Ginny, I don't want to be in a relationship with you." Harry didn't know how many more times he had to say it, maybe in a different language?, before she got it. And before he did something drastic, which would probably draw Hermione's wrath. Ginny stood up and approached him, running a finger down his chest. Harry slapped her hand away.

"Ginny! No! I can't. Because I'm in love with Hermione. We're secretly dating. We just didn't say anything because we didn't want to hurt your feelings." And then Harry pushed past Ginny, ran down the stairs, past the returning Ron, and to the library where Hermione was studying.

"Hey Hermione; my dear friend." He said nervously, and quickly. He could hear Ginny running after him.

"What did you do?" She asked, bored, and Harry rushed forward, taking her by the hand. Not the one that was currently writing. He wasn't suicidal.

"I, kinda, might have, told Ginny that we were dating. I'm sorry – it's just she was touching me, and trying to seduce me." Blank brown eyes drifted up from the parchment as another set of feet started to thunder down the stairs. She rolled her eyes.

"Sometimes, you can be an idiot." Then the Brunette smiled, forcing Harry into the seat next to her.

"But occasionally your flashes of brilliance astound me. It's a good idea. I should have thought of it earlier." Harry chuckled, shaking his head, before the door burst open and two angry (and disbelieving) Weasleys burst through the door.

"Ron, Ginny, how nice of you two to join us. I think it's time that we all had a nice, big chat." Hermione placed her quill down, and then Ron realised that he was in trouble. Ginny was too angry to realise it yet, but she'd come to her senses soon.

"Please, have a seat." The feral look on Hermione's face terrified even Harry, and he thought she'd have a ball in the muggle corporate world when she got older. Her eyes flashed as she leant closer towards them, but her face was pleasant and polite.

"Now, Harry and I have noticed that we seem to have a problem. I intend to get rid of that problem. Neither of you have any objections, do you?" They shook their head and Hermione smiled at them in a condescending manner.

"Good."

And then she started.