What is wrong with world? What is wrong with me?
Ginny sat on her bed trying ot stop her tears when Hermoine walked in.
"Ginny? Are you okay? You seem..." she sought desperately for the right word, "...distrought, I guess." When Ginny didn't answer, Hermoine cautiously sat down beside the younger girl. "Ginny? I'm here, if you want to talk......oKay?" Ginny neither answered nor gave any sign that she was listening to Hermoine.
Hermoine did not give up, though. She just sat on Ginny's bed and pretended to be interested in a poster another of the girl's had put upon the wall. It showed a group of witches in black, torn robes. Hermoine immediately recognized them as the Weird Sisters, a band that had played at Hogwarts during Hermoine's fourth year.
"Hicup!" Hermoine heard a small hiccup, which sounded more like a squeek than a hiccup, and then, "Hermoine?"
The older girl turned around and looked at Ginny. Through her eyes, Hermoine could see she was confused and didn't know what to do. There was a look of longing, of someone who greatly needed comfort.
"Ginny? Please...tell me what's wrong. I'm here for you." There was no answer, but another squeek could be heard in the high celinged dormitory. "Ginny, you're like a sister to me. You can talk to me, really. Ginny...please..." Hermoine suddenly felt a feeling she had never before experianced. She felt a feeling of uselessness. She felt like she could do nothing to help Ginny. "Ginny...please..." she whispered.
There was a minute of silence.
"I...I just....." Hermoine almost gasped. Ginny had spoken!
"What? What is it, Ginny?" Ginny gave out another hiccup, but said nothing. "It's okay Ginny, I'm here...please, tell me," Hermoine pleaded.
"It's...well, I...its just that..."
"What, Ginny?"
"I just don't know what to do!" Ginny began sobbing furiously. "I feel like I should accept it, but I just can't! I'm not ready, Moine, I'm not ready!!"
"Of course not!" Hermoine replied, though she had no idea what Ginny was talking about.
"And you would think I would be happy," Ginny continued. "But I'm not! I am just so confused...I mean, what do I do? Do I say something? Do I run away? Do I tell him..." but Hermoine inturupted before she could continue.
"Ahhh...I see." Hermoine said. "There is a him involved." Ginny nodded, almost solemnly. Now I understand much better, Hermoine thought.
Ginny gave a small hiccup and sniffled. "Yeah...but what can I do? I really like him, but...but...but I just don't know..."
Hermoine sighed. She was glad Ginny's problem was nothing more than a boy, although they usually brought on big problems.
"Ginny, I am absolutely positive that your problem will blow over in the morning. Believe me, there isn't a boy in Gryffindor who would remember something overnight, its just not in their nature!" Hermoine gave a slight chuckle, but Ginny made no sound. "Don't worry..."
"But Hermoine," Ginny tried to say, "you don't get it..."
"Oh, my dear Ginny, I do. Whoever this guy is, don't worry about him! You will forget all these girlhood crushes in time anyway. And there will be plenty of guys in you future, so don't worry about this one. Just get some sleep...and I'll see you in the morning."
"Hermoine..."
"Good night, Ginny!" Though Hermoine seemed happy and satisfied with her "pep-talk", inside she was as confused as Ginny. What could any guy have done to upset her so? Hmmm...
Hermoine left Ginny in a state of even more confusion. Now what? Hermoine thinks this is just a silly crush...but what if...what if its not? It certainly isn't to Harry...