A/N: This is a spur of the moment fic. It was inspired by my friend Witchangel's "Spirals".

Disclaimer: What would J.K.  Rowling be doing sharing secrets on FanFiction.net?

            Hermione glanced at her clock. A bright red 12:35 blinked in her face; she slept through half of the day. She had a lot of work to do before Ginny arrived. Her room was a mess and if her parents came home and found the dishes in the sink she'd have hell to pay. As she lifted her bedspread to stand up and piece of short parchment fell onto the floor. Oh no, she thought. I thought this was all a dream!! She picked it up and read it again.

            Hermione,

                        I know we talked this over before and I think it's time we moved on. Mione, I've loved you and always will, it's just not going to work out.

                                                                                    Harry

She stuffed her head in her pillow to muffle the scream escaping from her head. She pulled the covers back over her head and moped on memories a little longer. Under the sheet, she found the other letter, the one from Ron.

            Mione,

                        I want to tell you this first. Harry met this person over the summer and they might come between you two, if you know what I mean. Owl me if he does something stupid.

                                                                                    Ron

            Hermione couldn't help it. She knew he was just a stupid boy, one that would pass by and make space for another one but, he was Harry. Not any other boy. She turned on that crappy N'sync she had and, sulked, and sulked and sulked. It was the sound of the doorbell that informed Hermione that she had sulked her way to sleep and Ginny had arrived. She trudged down stairs and, opened the front door.

"Oh, Hermione! What the hell happened to you?"

"Gin…Not now."

            Ginny grabbed her friend's hand and pulled her into the house closing the door behind her. She dragged Hermione up to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"Take one. Don't come out until you're beautiful."

"But Ginny —"

"Now!"

            So Hermione suffered her way through a warm shower and emerged to find a nice summer dress on her bed and muffins and tea on her desk. Ginny was sitting in a near by chair with a brush and barrette in hand.

"Don't you feel better?"

"No"

"Sit." She stood up and pointed to the chair. Hermione flopped down and looked at her reflection in the mirror. I wonder if she's prettier than me, she pondered. Ginny realized the way Hermione perceived herself in the mirror and stepped in front of her.

"Mione, what happened?" Hermione shook her head and looked away. When she did, Ginny took her chin and pulled it to face her. "You're acting strange. What is wrong?" Hermione pointed to the letters that still resided on her bed and, Ginny read them, twice each. Then she sat down on the bed slowly, looking at Hermione with worried eyes.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Did they tell you anything else?"

"About what?"

"About this person?" Ginny pointed to the parchment.

"No, why?"

"Well, see, Harry didn't just meet this person, actually, they've been in love for a long time," Hermione's mind kept repeating the same name over and over as Ginny spoke, Cho, Cho, Cho, Cho. "They didn't know how to tell you." Ginny walked over and put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Do you want to hear it from me or him?"

"You can tell me." Hermione knew what she was going to hear. Cho was just nicer. She cared more about Harry.

"Well," Ginny began "Harry and Ron didn't know how to tell you that they've become an item."

Author's Note: :-D