A/N: Hello all! Thank you for the reviews:::more than 200 total now, yeah! I apologize again for the lack of updating...I've not only been busy with school, but my computer has also been having issues. Well, I'm updating now, the 28th drabble of Obvious, which will be set post-DH (again), probably just a month or two after the war. Ginny's POV, which I'm sure will be interesting...Features Passionate!Ron and Hermione, Nervous!Ron and Hermione, and AnnoyedFrustratedAndImpatient!Ginny. This could actually probably be Rated T, but I think we'll be okay. ;)

Disclaimer: No. Just no.

The hot, muggy days of mid-August were droning on. The last bit of excitement had been my seventeenth birthday, which had been marked with a small party in the kitchen of the Burrow, my family and closest friends in attendance. There had been a void, however, due to the absence of Fred, Lupin, and Tonks, among the others we lost during the war. The whole party had been a mellow affair because of these abscences. The highlight of the night had come only after everyone had gone upstairs to bed, at which time Harry had presented me with his "gift". Suffice it to say his gift had closely resembled the one I'd given him on his seventeenth...

The entire summer had been a thing of frustration for me. Even with the end of the war, I'd found little time to spend with Harry, as he'd been off giving interviews, rebuilding the Ministry and all that. I'd often find myself helping Andromeda with baby Teddy. He was a dear, of course, but he'd recently acquired the ability to crawl, a skill he used against his caretakers on a daily basis.

But perhaps the most frustrating thing was the stupidity of my brother Ronald and my best friend Hermione. Harry had informed me of their "intimate moment" in the Room of Requirement on the night of the final battle, and I'd of course proceeded to ask Hermione about it. She, however, maintained that she and Ronald remained "just friends". Upon further questioning of the boy, he confirmed this status.

Did they not think I noticed the signs? The subtle hand holding under the table at meals, the cheek pecks before bed when they thought "no one was looking"? Did they honestly think I was thick enough to disregard the goofy grins they wore whenever they found themselves in the same room as the other? Were these things characteristics of a strictly platonic relationship?

My frustration, however, came to an end one morning about a week before the end of August. Harry had once again left early in the morning for some meeting with Kingsley about Auror training, which he was to begin sometime in September. Ron and Hermione would be returning to school with me to complete their last year; although Ron would be doing this reluctantly and mostly because of the nagging of Mum and Hermione. After planting a farewell kiss on Harry's awaiting lips, I trudged upstairs grumpily with the intent to nap, although I'd just waken up two hours previously.

However, my napping plans were interrupted by an unexpected presence on my bed. At first glance, it appeared to be some sort of mutated, deformed animal: perhaps part cow, part horse, part giraffe. Upon further inspection, it was not one creature but two, going by the names of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, very much tangled together and perhaps conjoined at the mouth. They seemed oblivious to my presence in the room. In fact, they seemed quite oblivious to anything except each other.

Delighted though I was at their discovery of the passionate love they felt for each other, I was finding this sight rather disgusting to watch. I had two talents which I was well known for, and I debated quickly which one I should use. The Bat Bogey hex seemed rather dramatic and unnecessary, so I settled on my uncanny knack for impressions: "Hem, hem."

The two became quite alarmed by what seemed to be Dolores Umbridge interrupting their snogging session, and jumped apart immediately. Well, they didn't exactly jump, it would've been quite difficult to achieve that given the positions they were in. It didn't exactly happen immediately either, it took a bit of time for them to untangle themselves. There was only limited relief on their faces when they realized it was not our old professor-slash-evil-dictator-slash-torturer-slash- freakishly-pink-toad-like-creature, but the redheaded girl whose bed they happened to be using for their snogging purposes.

Next came the stuttering. "Oh-s-sorry about, that, Gin-"

"Yeah-we'll just g-get out, now-"

"Terribly sorry-"

"We're just friends, you know-"

"Yeah, just friends-just pretend you never saw anything-"

It was at this point that I decided an interruption was in order. "Okay, first off, unfortunately that disturbing image will most likely be ingrained into my brain forever. Next, I severely doubt any two people whose relationship remains within the boundaries of friendship are able to snog like that without extending beyond a platonic relationship. And lastly, although I'm genuinely happy you've been able to express your deep feelings of affection in a passionate way, WHY THE HELL MUST YOU EXPRESS SAID FEELINGS ON MY BED?"

"I dunno-we kinda started over there, but somehow we ended up-"

"You know what, save the explanation, I really don't want to know!" I was now thoroughly disgusted, and would likely be unable to look at either of them ever again. "Just please admit to me that you did mean something by that, and that it wasn't just hormones getting the better of you. Then maybe, maybe I can forgive you for ruining my day today."

At this point, the redhead and brunette, still sitting on my bed, flushed from the activities they'd been partaking in before I'd interrupted, blushed deeply red, avoiding each other's eyes rather pointedly and stuttering incoherently.

"Spit it out!" I yelled, struggling against my sudden urge to attack both of them with a couple well placed jinxes.

"Well, we didn't want to tell anyone-with everything that's gone on-" Hermione muttered at last.

"But, I mean- I guess-"

"I want to, you know-" Hermione smiled nervously, finally meeting Ron's eyes.

"Me too," came my brother's nervous response accompanied by a lopsided grin, never once taking his eyes off Hermione's. In fact, my presence was quickly being forgotten.

"Be...more?"

"Well, I mean, I-I-kinda...like...you, I mean-a lot."

"I-I like you a lot. More than friends, I mean."

"You-you mean?"

"I-I think that I-"

"Y-you?"

"I think I-I...more than l-like you."

"You do?"

"I think I-I...l-love y-you."

"R-really?"

"Y-yes. Yes."

"Cuz-I think...that I-I kinda, sorta...love you, too."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

It was at this point that I was sure my presence and their location on my bed had been forgotten entirely as Ron leaned forward to kiss Hermione with so much force that they were both knocked backwards onto the bed, and the snogging ensued once more.

"Hey? You two? It's great that you've finally figured out what the rest of us have known for about four years, but could you please not do that again? On my bed?

My attempts at nicely encouraging them to move their snog session elsewhere were ignored, and eventually I gave up and returned downstairs, closing the door as I shouted the following sentiment back at the lovestruck couple: "Don't be getting too naughty, now! I don't particularly want another baby to be looking after!"

"What was the ruckus you were making upstairs Ginny?" Mum asked as I entered the kitchen. She'd finished the breakfast dishes and was now beginning to prepare lunch. Cooking had always been a passion of hers, but since Fred it had become her therapy.

I contemplated a moment before I answered her: "Oh, nothing for you to worry yourself about. Ron and Hermione are just attached at the mouth. I wouldn't mind, it's just I don't particularly want them doing it on my bed."

The cooking pots immediately slammed down on the kitchen counter as Mum made a mad dash for the stairs. A moment later: "RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! HAVE I NOT TAUGHT YOU ANY DECENCY? Oh, no, don't worry, Hermione dear, why don't you run along downstairs, now? NOT YOU, RONALD!"

I chuckled as I grabbed an orange from the fruit basket on the table. Revenge is sweet.

A/N: Wow...that was certainly interesting. I don't know what I thought of that. Kind of cliched, I guess...let me know what you thought. I actually am a bit proud of it, just because of the length. Hope it's to your liking.