AN: Maybe one day there'll be a sequel. Maybe. I feel for promising all these sequels, when really there is very little chance of it ever happening. I want to take this opportunity to thank all the reviewers who read "Pain & Press" and left such lovely notes! Thanks guys ; ) I took the suggestions of having Fleur as a more central character to heart and hopefully I'll have something from her p.o.v. soon! I have actually started a sequel but it will be a long time in coming…in the meantime here's some Ginny/Hermione fluff…

Oh, and as to the title, I just always see Hermione as a bit thick and so non-girly that she doesn't pick up/understand all of the subtle female signal type things like say, Lavender or Parvati would. That's why.

Oblivious

            This is so fucking weird. Ginny just told me she liked me. Like that. Says she's been trying to get me to notice her for ages, but I guess I'm a bit thick when it comes to stuff like that, a bit oblivious. So we're sitting here, in the common room (no one else around) and she's blushing like she might pass out any second, and I have no fucking clue what to say. I mean, I've never thought about Ginny like that. I don't really think about many people like that, with the possible (past) exceptions of Ron and Viktor.

            She's expecting an answer, and I still don't know what to say. I'm not used to dealing with people. I'm used to dealing with Harry and Ron. Ron and I and would never be anything other than friends. Ron's far more interested in girls like Lavender and Parvati, and I'm far more interested in astronomy, runes, arithmancy and Muggle physics for there to be anything else. I don't think Harry's thought about anyone seriously other than Cho last year; Voldemort eats up too much time. That and I think he might be gay in denial.

            But I'm not. Gay that is. And she's still waiting for an answer. At least, I don't think I am. I've never really thought about it. She is pretty now that I do think about it, looking at her face, quickly losing hope. I can tell she's starting to formulate excuses for her sudden confession – oh Hermione, I was only kidding, just a little stressed out, your face was so funny! – and that's when it hits me: I don't want her to. I don't want her to dismiss this just yet. Not when I have wonderfully alive butterflies in my stomach, and my hands are trembling, and is it possible to explode if your heart is beating so hard that surely your skin won't be able to keep all your blood in?

            "Oh." There, I made a response.

            "Oh?" Faintly disgruntled and very confused.

            "Yeah, see, uh, I. Well. I haven't given it much thought, but I'm not averse to the idea, but I'm not gay but I'd never really thought about it…" I continued rambling for another minute about god knows what, not keeping eye-contact and sort of gesturing vaguely, making no sense even to myself. That's probably why I didn't notice her moving closer to me, until she was almost nose to nose with me (when had she gotten as tall as me?).

            I finally stopped. "Oh."

            "Oh?" she breathed on my lips.

"Oh." I confirmed. And then she kissed me.

I don't think I really need to think about it, at least now, because there really isn't anything to think about. Just her arm around my waist, her tongue in my mouth, her finger inside me. There really isn't much room for thought. Just now, I think I'll concentrate on the hitching of her breath, and the pretty moans she makes into my mouth. Maybe later I'll dissect it, analyse it, understand it. Maybe. But not right now.