"Hermione, what's going on?" Ginny looked so serious, so empathetic that
Hermione felt compelled to reply.
"It's..."
"It's OK 'mione, we're practically sisters anyway. I promise I can keep a secret."
Hermione thought it over. Ginny was so alert and aware of everything around her she'd probably pick it up anyway, she decided to give up her secret.
"It's Harry."
Ginny looked at her, an almost puzzled expression in her eyes. She stretched out on her bed and looked at the bed where Hermione was sitting.
"He hasn't given you the cold shoulder or anything, has he? I mean, Ron's been angry at him and I know he can be a bit rude, but he really has been through a rough time..."
Suddenly, a thought dawned on Ginny; she looked at the blushing Hermione. She breathed shallowly.
"You – you like Harry."
Hermione's face said it all.
"Does he know yet? I mean, do you reckon' he'd..."
Hermione pulled a face.
"I dunno Gin, I'm sorry, I know you like him and all, I just can't get him out of my head. It's like every time I see him, some sort of spark starts in the pit of my stomach. It's like, it's like, it's like everything in the room is glowing and it's only him and I in the room."
Ginny whistled. "Nah, I got over him ages ago, remember? It sounds like you've got it bad."
An impish grin crept across her face. Hermione could tell that Ginny's mind was ticking very quickly. Being Hermione, she rapidly put two and two together and found that it made quite an uncomfortable four.
"No! Don't you dare! If you try and play matchmaker..."
"Are you threatening me?" Ginny grinned, "I'll do what is necessary, thank- you very much."
Hermione sighed, she could argue the point, but in her heart of hearts she knew that she wanted Harry to want her too.
Ginny turned off the light.
"'Night Ginny, don't do anything rash."
"'Night 'mione, I'll try not to."
The two burrowed down into their respective blankets and tried to get some sleep. Ginny fell asleep instantly, to impish dreams of being a matchmaker and fairytales with happily ever after endings. Hermione, on the other hand, took a good half hour to fall into unconsciousness, and even then, she twisted and turned with dream of Harry and Sirius. It was no wonder that Mrs. Weasley took one look at her the next morning and told her to go back to bed.
"It's..."
"It's OK 'mione, we're practically sisters anyway. I promise I can keep a secret."
Hermione thought it over. Ginny was so alert and aware of everything around her she'd probably pick it up anyway, she decided to give up her secret.
"It's Harry."
Ginny looked at her, an almost puzzled expression in her eyes. She stretched out on her bed and looked at the bed where Hermione was sitting.
"He hasn't given you the cold shoulder or anything, has he? I mean, Ron's been angry at him and I know he can be a bit rude, but he really has been through a rough time..."
Suddenly, a thought dawned on Ginny; she looked at the blushing Hermione. She breathed shallowly.
"You – you like Harry."
Hermione's face said it all.
"Does he know yet? I mean, do you reckon' he'd..."
Hermione pulled a face.
"I dunno Gin, I'm sorry, I know you like him and all, I just can't get him out of my head. It's like every time I see him, some sort of spark starts in the pit of my stomach. It's like, it's like, it's like everything in the room is glowing and it's only him and I in the room."
Ginny whistled. "Nah, I got over him ages ago, remember? It sounds like you've got it bad."
An impish grin crept across her face. Hermione could tell that Ginny's mind was ticking very quickly. Being Hermione, she rapidly put two and two together and found that it made quite an uncomfortable four.
"No! Don't you dare! If you try and play matchmaker..."
"Are you threatening me?" Ginny grinned, "I'll do what is necessary, thank- you very much."
Hermione sighed, she could argue the point, but in her heart of hearts she knew that she wanted Harry to want her too.
Ginny turned off the light.
"'Night Ginny, don't do anything rash."
"'Night 'mione, I'll try not to."
The two burrowed down into their respective blankets and tried to get some sleep. Ginny fell asleep instantly, to impish dreams of being a matchmaker and fairytales with happily ever after endings. Hermione, on the other hand, took a good half hour to fall into unconsciousness, and even then, she twisted and turned with dream of Harry and Sirius. It was no wonder that Mrs. Weasley took one look at her the next morning and told her to go back to bed.