Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I'd love to own Ginny… Grr… Oh ja. Her and Amy Lee. Oh, lost in my own fantasy. Aww, man, I feel like a pedophile. I mean, Ginny's, what… four or five years younger than me? Okay, not that much, but she's so young looking! I can't wait until I see what she looks like in a few years. There. Grr. Anyway…. Um, in this story, Sirius is not dead, though he may not come in until later chapters, and also, Harry is a prefect! HE IS! Anyway, off I go.

Chapter 2

The next morning, I wait for Hermione to get dressed , as she tries on numerous outfits, and finally puts on her robe.

"Take long enough? I mean, honestly, what's it matter what you're wearing? You're going to be wearing a robe over it." I say, smiling.

"Well, at some parts of the day I may not be wearing my robe…" She says, grinning. I scream, as we head down the stairs to the common room, where Ron and Harry are waiting for us. *Not that I care, anyway… seeing you change made my day…*

"AH!! Too much information, Hermione! Disgusting!" Harry looks at me.

"Good morning, Ginny." He says, smiling.

"Good morning, Harry," I say, in a rather bored voice, getting me a nudge from Hermione, who was holding hands with Ron. I glare at her, and turn back to Harry, as we exit the portrait hole.

When we get to the Great Hall, Harry pulls me aside, telling the others he needed to talk to me. Hermione winked at me, and I just glared at her, shooing her into the Hall.

He looks down at his feet, kicking the ground with the toe of his right foot. I notice the scruffiness of the sneakers, old and tattered.

"Um… Ginny… I don't know if you still do, but… I've liked you for a while, and… Well, I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

He was blushing horribly, and I smiled at him, leading his face to look at me.

"Harry, I'm very flattered that you like me… A year ago I would have begged for this. But… what happened to you liking Cho? I mean… I thought you guys were starting to get along again the end of last year?"

"Oh… yeah, well, we still talk, a little, and I suppose we're friends, but we realized that's all we really were. And this summer, when staying at the Burrow, I realized I liked you… It pissed Ron off greatly when I told him, but he's resigned to the fact now."

"I… Harry, I… Um… Okay. Sure. I'll go with you…" I blush, smiling, and looking at my own feet.

We both grin, and walk into the Great Hall together, and sit down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione smiles at me, and Ron smiles at Harry. Obviously, they both knew about this already.

I stared at my plate, thinking. *Why did you say yes? You still like Harry, a little, yeah, because your crushes don't die too easily, but… don't you think you're betraying Hermione a bit?*

*Shut up, thoughts. You're driving me mad. I do like him. And maybe I'll grow to like him as much as I used to, and more than Hermione.*

*I wonder if he knows I'm bisexual? I think I told him, but I can't remember. Was that a dream?*

*Ooh, tomorrow's Saturday! I wonder what you'll do together?*

After I finish eating, I leave with Hermione for Arithmancy, and as soon as we're out of the Great Hall, she jumps on me, hugging me. I grin, and yell, "Get off, Hermione!"

"I'm so happy for you! I bet you never did expect Harry to like you, huh?" She says, still holding my hand.

"Um… No, not really." I say, glancing around to see who noticed.

"Well? Did you like him?"

I nod, deciding that this would only help, to say yes.

"I could have guessed that! What is so wrong with liking Harry?! Everyone knew you had before! We just thought you didn't anymore!"

Hermione, you cannot tell me that you like having people know who you have a crush on." I say, looking at her.

"Well, yeah, you're right. Who does? Still. You could have told me."

"Yeah, you're right, I guess." We get to the classroom, and sit down next to each other.

An hour later, coming out of the class, we head to Care of Magical Creatures, with Harry and Ron. Harry and I hold hands, and, of course, so do Ron and Hermione.

The school combined the classes because the new wave of first years had had so many students. So the fifth and sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins were together.

The group of us sat on the ground, in a small circle, pretending to be listening to Hagrid, who was going on and on about some scary animal. Ron was holding Hermione in his arms, who was trying to take notes. Harry and I just held hands, talking a little with Ron.

Finally, the bell rang, ending classes for the day, since it was a Friday. We all started walking up, the other students heading to lunch. Draco Malfoy and his crew were walking beside us.

"Oh, how cute!" He said, sneering, "Mini-Weasel and Almighty Potter have finally gotten together. Hey, Mini-Weasel, I heard you liked girls, too. What's next? Mini-Weasel and the Mudblood?"

He and his pals laughed hysterically, and went in through the large oak doors. My ears and face turned a dark shade of red, and Harry yelled for Malfoy to fuck off. Then came Ron's reaction.

"What? Ginny?" He said, looking at me.

My blush remained.

"Er… why don't we go sit by the lake and talk?" Hermione said, turning around.

Once we were there, and sitting, Harry and Ron just sat there, looking at me. Hermione and Harry were both holding my hands to give me support.

*Ginny, Ginny, what are you going to say?*

I clear my throat, then say, "Um… Ron, Harry, as you just heard… well, the only that I can think to say is that I'm bisexual."

Ron stared out at the lake for a few seconds, then asked, "When did you realize this?"

"I guess I just really decided it over the summer. Though I've been thinking about it for a few years."

"A FEW YEARS? Why didn't you come talk to me about it?"

"I dunno, Ron. I guess it was just easier to think about by myself."

Harry spoke for the first time since we got here. He grinned.

"So, are there any girls you like? Or have liked?"

My blush returns, deeper than ever before.

"Um… no."

"Oh, come on. You can tell us!" He said, and Hermione, also smiling, nodded.

However, Ron, glaring at Harry, said: "I don't want to know WHO my sister has the hots for, DROP IT!"

Hermione and Harry frowned, but nodded. "FINE!" Hermione said, punching Ron in the arm, who let out a loud "OW!".

I moved closer to Harry, and whispered in his ear: "I'll tell you later."

After a while, we got up, and headed back into the castle.

Ron and Hermione left for Hermione's prefect dormitory, and Harry and I headed off to his. We sat down on this couch, holding hands. "So? Who?"

"Okay. I really don't want to tell you, but… as my new boyfriend," we both grin, "you have a right to know."

I paused, looking at him.

I let out a breath, and said, "It's Hermione. I've liked her for three years." He raised his eyebrows. "And Parvati. But not as much as Hermione. Hermione doesn't know, and I don't think I want her to. It'll ruin our friendship. I just know it."

"I don't think that's fair. You and Hermione are best friends. Have been for years. I doubt she'd leave you just for that."

I sighed. "You're right. But still. I'm just too scared. Wait… don't get me wrong, Harry. I like you too! Just as much as Hermione!"

"I know." He says, and gives me a hug. "You know that Parvati's bisexual, too, don't you?" He asks, with a wink.

"Yeah, I know. We share a dormitory, and we talk a lot."

He grins. "And it would not be a bad sight to see you two going at it, either."

I grin, and close my eyes, enjoying the mental image just as much as him.

I open them. "Maybe for a Christmas gift, you naughty little boy."