A/N: I'm writing a short fic with multiple chapters, so that means each
chapter will be a bit short. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing here. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Light shone through the cracks in the drapes of Ginny's dormitory window. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes and sat up. She was so happy it was Saturday, for she had been studying ceaselessly for the past five days and really needed a break from it all. Stretching, she swung her legs over the side of her four-poster and looked at her remaining roommates. Heather, Beth, and Laura had already gotten up and left, so the only ones left were Ginny and Kristi, who was still sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. Ginny stood up and began to get dressed, thinking about the day's events. She certainly planned NOT to study, that was for sure!
"I think a chat with Hermione is in order," said a voice in the back of her head.
Ginny frowned. Why had she thought that? Was it because of HIM?
"Yeah, no kidding," said the voice, "and you need to do it pronto before you drive yourself INSANE!"
"All right, all right," Ginny grumbled softly as she fixed her hair in a braid. Giving her eyes one final coat of mascara, she walked down to the common room, where she saw Hermione sitting alone, reading (as usual).
Hermione looked up as Ginny sat down next to her on the long, pinstriped couch. "Ginny," she said warmly, "I'm so glad to see you! How are you?" she set down her book and smiled at her friend.
Ginny managed a small smile back. "Not bad, thanks," she said, "but I've got a minor problem that I was wondering if you could help me with," she fiddled with a ring she wore on her right hand ring finger.
Hermione's smile vanished. "It's Harry isn't it?" she said softly.
Ginny nodded slowly. "Yes, yes it is Hermione," she began, "and I don't know what to do! I have the strongest feelings for him, but I don't know what to do with them! I'm sure he'll think I'm a fool if I tell him!"
"Ginny, you HAVE TO TELL HIM," said Hermione firmly yet gently. She rummaged around in her school bag for a moment before coming up with a piece of paper. "Here, take this. It's a song called "Everywhere" by an American singer named Michelle Branch. I think you'll like the lyrics, and maybe you can give to Harry in some form or another to show him how you feel."
Ginny took the paper and smiled widely. "Thanks Hermione," she whispered, "I know just what to do now."
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing here. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Light shone through the cracks in the drapes of Ginny's dormitory window. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes and sat up. She was so happy it was Saturday, for she had been studying ceaselessly for the past five days and really needed a break from it all. Stretching, she swung her legs over the side of her four-poster and looked at her remaining roommates. Heather, Beth, and Laura had already gotten up and left, so the only ones left were Ginny and Kristi, who was still sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. Ginny stood up and began to get dressed, thinking about the day's events. She certainly planned NOT to study, that was for sure!
"I think a chat with Hermione is in order," said a voice in the back of her head.
Ginny frowned. Why had she thought that? Was it because of HIM?
"Yeah, no kidding," said the voice, "and you need to do it pronto before you drive yourself INSANE!"
"All right, all right," Ginny grumbled softly as she fixed her hair in a braid. Giving her eyes one final coat of mascara, she walked down to the common room, where she saw Hermione sitting alone, reading (as usual).
Hermione looked up as Ginny sat down next to her on the long, pinstriped couch. "Ginny," she said warmly, "I'm so glad to see you! How are you?" she set down her book and smiled at her friend.
Ginny managed a small smile back. "Not bad, thanks," she said, "but I've got a minor problem that I was wondering if you could help me with," she fiddled with a ring she wore on her right hand ring finger.
Hermione's smile vanished. "It's Harry isn't it?" she said softly.
Ginny nodded slowly. "Yes, yes it is Hermione," she began, "and I don't know what to do! I have the strongest feelings for him, but I don't know what to do with them! I'm sure he'll think I'm a fool if I tell him!"
"Ginny, you HAVE TO TELL HIM," said Hermione firmly yet gently. She rummaged around in her school bag for a moment before coming up with a piece of paper. "Here, take this. It's a song called "Everywhere" by an American singer named Michelle Branch. I think you'll like the lyrics, and maybe you can give to Harry in some form or another to show him how you feel."
Ginny took the paper and smiled widely. "Thanks Hermione," she whispered, "I know just what to do now."