Moonlight Shining

Moonlight Shining

By Amanda H

A/N: Now it's going to get better. I'm sick and tired of my boring intro stuff so here it gets better, I hope.

A/N: So, I'm going to skip a bit of time. It's been about two weeks. Ron forgave Harry. Ginny and Harry have a very serious relationship as do Ron and Hermione. Life is good and fairy simple.

Hermione walked into the girl's dorm. She tried to move quietly, tiptoeing across the carpeted floor. She glanced over at the five beds. Seeing that Lavender, Parvati and Joanne weren't in yet and Amy lay awake on her bed she stopped tiptoeing and walked normally towards her trunk. She opened the lid with a loud thunk.

"Oh! What?!" Amy asked suddenly, sitting up in bed.

"Sorry Amy!" Hermione apologized, standing up from the floor. "I thought you were awake."

"I was." Amy replied, lying back down. "Just thinking." She closed her eyes. Hermione bent down and pulled her plain pink nightgown out of her trunk.

"About what?" She asked her friend.

"Nothing in particular." Amy answered non-chalently, her eyes remaining closed.

"Can I guess?" Hermione asked playfully, jumping up and hopping onto her own bed.

"No." Amy answered flatly, rolling over so her back was to Hermione. Hermione pulled her black robes over her head and slipped her nightgown on. She stood up and walked over to the mirror, on top of the dresser, located at the end of the room. She picked up her hairbrush and brought it over to Amy's bed. She sat down on the end of the bed and began bushing her own hair.

"Come on Amy. Please?" She pressed. "I don't mean to pry. . ."

"Fine. You want to know what I was thinking about?" Amy asked, sitting up, rather upset. Hermione nodded meekly. "I was composing a letter to the Headmaster." She raised her head in the air resolutely.

"Dumbledoor? Why?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I just thought it would be nice to know him. Outside of school." She answered honestly.

"You could always ask Harry. He know Dumbledoor." Hermione replied. She watched carefully as Amy's shoulders tightened. Amy shrugged.

"I could, but I don't think so. I'd like to know him myself."

"Fair enough." Hermione replied lightly, still watching Amy closely. "So, what were you thinking about before that?"

"How you would get a letter to the Headmaster." She answered. Hermione finished brushing her hair. She took Amy by the shoulders and turned her so she was facing her back. She snapped the top of her clip and pulled the net out of her hair. Her golden copper hair tumbled down her back until it brushed the bedcovers.

"I don't understand how you can lie on that net!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I just don't think about it." Amy answered. Hermione lifted her brush and ran it through her silky hair.

"So what were you thinking about before that?" She asked.

"Before lying on my hair net?" She asked.

"No! Before getting a letter to the Headmaster!" Hermione exclaimed tugging purposefully on Amy's hair.

"Ummmmmm. I was thinking about what the Headmaster is like outside of school." She answered tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear. Hermione laid down the brush and separated the hair to make a braid.

"Before that?" She pressed.

"The teachers outside of school. I was wondering if Professeur McGonagal ever lets her hair down!" She turned to face Hermione and smiled. Hermione smiled back, but she could tell neither smile was sincere. She grabbed her half finished braid and pulled Amy's head back around.

"Before that?" She asked lightly.

"I suppose the students at Hogwarts." She answered, her tone becoming flat.

"Specifically?' Hermione asked.

"Fourth years." She answered, her voice sounding dead.

"Specifically?"

"Griffindors." Her voice was becoming quieter.

"Specifically?" Hermione continued, knowing she was nearing a nerve.

"Specifically?" Amy repeated, her voice barely audible.

"Yes." Hermione answered gently.

"Specifically. . ." Amy repeated, her voice fading away as though trying desperately to think of a lie.

"FINE!" She finally yelled, turning around to face Hermione, her unfinished braid whipped passed Hermione's face.

"You want to know what I was thinking about?!" She asked angrily. Hermione nodded softly.

"FINE! HARRY AND GINNY!!! HARRY AND GINNY!!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "Are you happy now?!" she continued, her voice slightly quieter. She was losing her edge as her anger ebbed away. "What do you want me to say Hermione!?" She half cried, melting into a puddle on her bed.

"Oh Amy." Hermione soothed, taking her friend's hand. "I'm sorry. . ."

"No. You're not." Amy sobbed, "But you don't have to be. You were right." Hermione opened her mouth to speak but Amy continued. "I don't know! I just don't know anymore! I feel so lost!" She sobbed. Hermione took her arm and helped her to a sitting position. Amy wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Thanks Hermione." She said, forcing a weak smile.

"No problem." Hermione smiled and hugged her. She pulled away slowly. "You really do like him don't you?" She asked gently.

"Is it that obvious?" Amy asked, concerned. Hermione just smiled and gestured to the area around them. The two laughed.

"I guess it is. But I don't just like him. I really, uncontrollably, head over heals like him." She said dreamily, gazing at the ceiling. Hermione smiled at her sincerity.

"Can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, World Series kind of thing?" She asked smiling.

"Yeah!" Amy answered, bouncing a little more happily on the bed. "But what does a fence have to do with anything. Isn't the World Series a muggle game?" She asked, slightly confused.

"Actually, it is. But it's just a quote from an old muggle movie. A romance." She added, smiling teasingly.

"It's just like that!" She admitted. "Hermione?" She leaned closer and looked her friend in the eye, hers shinning with truth and hope. "I think I'm in love with Harry Potter." Hermione's eyes opened wide and she hugged her.

"Amy that's wonderful." She whispered in her ear.

"No! It isn't!" She protested, pushing Hermione away. "It's worse now that he's with Ginny! I mean I used to just love sitting with him during meals and classes, doing homework together or just being close." She gushed. Hermione nodded. "But now he's with Ginny." She added sadly, picking at the coverlet.

"So tell him how you feel." Hermione began excitedly. "Tell him and see what he says. Maybe he likes you too, he just didn't think you liked him. He is shy."

"Oh Hermione!" There are a million reasons why I couldn't!" Amy answered exasperatedly.

"Name three." Countered Hermione.

"One, I couldn't do that to Ginny. Two, I'm sure he doesn't feel the same way and three it's their destiny to be together. You can see it in they're eyes. Oh! His eyes!" She breathed, flopping back on bed. "I drown every time I look in them." Hermione sighed and lay down beside her.

"That is the silliest thing I've ever heard. You cannot tell someone's destiny by looking in their eyes." Hermione mocked.

"Yes you can!" Amy insisted. "And from the way they look at each other. Even before they got together I could tell." Her forlorn face was truthful.

"And how do you know hummmm?" Hermione asked. "I wouldn't be so sure he doesn't reciprocate your feelings until I asked him." She said sitting up. Amy rose as well.

"Well, I am. Besides, what would I say? 'Hi Harry. I know you're going out with Ginny right now and it's your destiny to be together, but I just had to get it off my chest. I'm in love with you!' Yeah right!"

"Come on Amy!" Hermione protested.

"Well, what else would I say?" She asked.

"I don't know, but it deserves more thought. I'll get back to you. For now try not to think about it. It's making you miserable." Hermione advised, walking over to her own bed.

"Oh yeah! I'll just put the whole thing on the back burner! You don't think I've tried! Easier said that done." Amy concluded sarcastically. She gathered her now messy hair in her hands and began a second braid. She smiled.

"You should have seen how you and Ron acted before you got together." She giggled.

"We didn't do anything!" Hermione protested.

"Anything my foot! And I only saw the last bit! Who knows what you were like last year!" She burst into a fit of laughter. Hermione lifted her pillow and whacked Amy, who had doubled over in laughter. She sat up and stopped laughing. With mock severity she reached for her pillow.

"Now this is war!" She said, whacking Hermione back. They burst out laughing, hitting each other with the feather pillows until they couldn't breath for laughing.