There she was, perched on the window's ledge, basking in the glorious rays of the sun. It cascaded onto her, perfectly illuminating her skin and accentuated the white toothed grin plastered on her face. Her gold tinted brown locks became tousled as the soft gentle breezes of the wind sneakily weaved into the Gryffindor girls' dorm room, causing the blue curtains to daintily float mid-air. She swiftly jumped off the window ledge and actually into the room, and launched herself onto the silken mattress. Pressing her back against the bundle of velvet pillows, she reclined comfortably on her bed, Ginny Weasley joined Hermione on her bed and opened a packet of Muggle crisps – Sensations – that Hermione had shown her from her red shoulder bag.
Ginny started to munch on the crisps right next to Hermione and the sounds of crunching reverberated in Hermione's ears. Hermione closed her eyes, it had been a long day and now the day was over, she tried to clear her mind for a bit because she had such a bad headache. But no matter how hard she tried, Ginny's crunching was all she could hear and it was getting on her nerves with every crunch. Darting towards Ginny, Hermione scrambled to snatch the packet from her hand. Ginny briskly switched the snack into her other unoccupied hand, her greasy fingers wiggling at Hermione as if Ginny was going to tickle Hermione.
Hermione backed off and sighed, exasperated, "Ginny, seriously, now isn't a good time to be messing about. I have a really bad headache and I don't have the strength to be messing about with you right now."
Ginny sat up properly, sitting back to back with Hermione, she asked with slight frustration, "Is it still about Ron hooking up with Lavender? Come on, Hermione. You deserve better than him. I know he's my brother but he is not really a great guy for these things."
Hermione lied down on the bed with one hand behind her head, sighing, she had a crush on Ron for a long time, she wasn't head over heels for him but she still felt really depressed that he didn't choose her. If her best friend didn't feel like choosing her, then who would? She replied, "I just thought he..cared for me more than everyone else. I thought he might have remembered all those small and irrelevant things I do, think of what I need before I need to. Sometimes, he did and it seemed like that to him we were something more than friends."
"Honey, you have me! You don't need no guy and definitely not a guy like Ron," said Ginny, waggling her finger in front of Hermione's face in her usual sassy attitude, "Besides, why would you need anyone when you have me?" She lied next to Hermione and looked at her – Ginny was Hermione's diary that talks back – not like Riddle's diary, though – Ginny was always there for her, they both poured their souls to each other and shared their secrets. They got on well like that but Hermione felt like she is still stuck in the past, Ginny's got Harry, Ron's got Lavender, Luna's got Dean and Parvati's got Seamus, all her friends are growing up and living their life. So why can't she do the same?
As if reading her mind, Ginny took her hand and said, "You're not falling behind and even if you do, I will always pull you with me."
She winked at Hermione and let go of her hand and got up, Hermione sat up and watched her friend tie her hair up in a messy bun, Ginny mumbled with bobby pins in her mouth, "I veed oo do to da arm's office cod blittipick old me ee wanted me to beaten tish og vat I bothered."
"What?!" asked Hermione, arching an eyebrow at her best friend, "Take those pins out of your mouth, you weirdo. I don't understand what you're saying. Let me do it."
Hermione took the pins out of her mouth and started tying up Ginny's hair up for her, Ginny said, "I said, I need to go to the Charms Office 'cause Flitwick told me he wanted me to return the frog that I borrowed. I took I because I had to practise my classwork. So will you come with me?"
"Yeah, sure," replied Hermione with a shrug, "I have nothing better to do."
Ginny took Hermione's hand and was going to drag her to the door when a strange yet beautiful own, nothing like Hedwig had been, pecked at the window near their bunk beds, Hermione opened the window and saw a letter in its claws, it had a green stamp.
At the same moment, both Hermione and Ginny looked at each other, eyes blazoned in disbelief and whispered the unusual people who sent the letter, their long time enemies, the rival of Gryffindor ever since, they whispered, "The Slytherins."