Chapter 14- Day 4G

A/N Wow. Day 4 is really long. Anyways, thank you for all the fabulous reviews I've gotten from you! So here's an early update, HAVE FUN!

Disclaimer I'm not JK Rowling so please don't sue me! So I don't own any of these characters. Except Amy (who will come back, remember, it's still day 4) Sara, and Elizabeth.

Ron carefully examined the frizzy-haired witch that was sitting to his left. She looked extremely tired.

"Hey, 'Mione? Why don't you get some rest?"

Hermoine nodded and began packing up her quills and parchment, most likely preparing for bed. This shocked Ron. 'Hermione? Giving up without a fight?'

"But I still have to find a way to talk to Dumbledore. I'll owl him before I go to bed to meet us somewhere and we can tell him about the Bestia Ferra spell. I still have a lot to do tonight."

Ron watched Hermione begin to talk animatedly about her to-do list. 'This girl is one-of-a-kind.'

"Still, get some rest 'Mione."

Hermione nodded and left the room.

Ginny lay on her bed, looking out of the window. She enjoyed looking out into the night sky and being able to see the stars. Night was when she did her best thinking. 'It's probably because I can't do anything else but lay here and think.'

However, tonight was different. Tonight, she didn't want to think. She wanted to sleep, just sleep. Ginny took in the sight before her. Even after living here all her life, the view was still breath-taking.

She wasn't sure how long she laid there, looking at the stars, cursing every thought about Harry Potter that entered her mind. She didn't want to admit it but she was a bit angry at Hermione for not letting her take part in the spell.

Ginny wouldn't say she loved Harry. Ginny had decided long ago that she didn't. After her crush, they were able to become friends.

A squeak from the door caused Ginny to shut her eyes tightly. She heard Hermione come in, leave assumingly to go to the bathroom, then return. Ginny had conjured up a bed for Hermione upon their arrival at The Burrow.

It was hard to believe, a day ago, things were so very different.

Ron was in his bed enjoying the same view Ginny was. However, no thoughts of Harry Potter were entering his head. At least not the kind Ginny was thinking. He wasn't debating whether or not he loved Harry. He was debating whether or not he liked Hermione.

'This isn't the best time to think about that,' thought Ron angrily.

Ron rolled over to his side and was now facing his wall. 'Not the most pleasant view…'

Ginny knew Hermione was tired. After all, even she was tired. But for some reason, Ginny felt like talking today. Not making friendly conversation, but really talking.

"Hey, Hermione?" asked Ginny in a little more than a whisper for fear she might be asleep.

"Yeah, Gin?" Hermione hadn't been sleeping but she sounded incredibly tired.

"I still want to join that potion thing. Is there any way you could make room for me?"

Hermoine seemed to consider this for a moment. "Sorry, Ginny. I don't think so. After all, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are doing it, you know, as kind of 'parents'…"

"And there's no room for me," Ginny answered.

Hermione was quick to respond this time. "No! It's not that. Harry would have wanted you to join…"

"No, I don't think he would. We got in a pretty nasty row the night we went to go visit you."

Hermione couldn't help but feeling a slight twinge of guilt. "But you're still an important part of his life."

"No, I think you're wrong. We're friends but not the kind you guys are. We're less than that."

Hermione begged to differ but instead chose a lighter retort. "Are you saying I'm wrong?"

"As a matter of fact, I most certainly am."

Hermione playfully threw a pillow at Ginny. Ginny decided she didn't quite feel like returning it at the moment.

"Er… Gin… that was my pillow. Can I have it back please?"

Ginny pondered the question and quickly came to an answer. "Nope," said Ginny playfully as she hurled the pillow back at Hermione.

The two girls dissolved into fits of laughter. Hermione laughed until she was even more tired than before. However, she found it incredibly hard to sleep with a certain red-head next door.

"Crucio!" shouted a cold, heartless… thing (for lack of better word).

A loud scream filled the cold and empty dungeon. The curse had been aimed at a now fragile-looking boy lying in the middle of the room.

However, this young man was in no hurry to give away any information.

"CRUCIO! You will tell me. You do want to save your lovely Ginevra, don't you?"

"LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!"

"Or should I perhaps aim my attempts at a certain mudblood and the disgrace to the name 'pureblood'."

"I SAID, LEAVE THEM OUT OF THIS! JUST DEAL WITH ME…" the young boy figured his time on earth would be limited so he decided to make the most of it, "… SINCE YOU'RE HAVING A HARD TIME ANYWAY!"

The attacker's face became a mask of pure anger.

"CRUCIO!"

Hermione was now the lucky soul who was enjoying the view from Ginny's window. A thought crossed her head. 'It must have been great growing up here…' However, Harry and the potion soon entered Hermione's thoughts. She quickly pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote by wand-light now that she was old enough to use magic outside of school.

After half an hour of writing, Hermione looked back at her notes. They were sloppy and inconsistent. She quickly put away her things; she was in no mood to study tonight. After all, what she needed was a new day.

Yes, I know, short. This chapter doesn't really add much of anything to the story but I wanted to wrap up the day. Day 5, HOORAY! does happy dance realizes people are watching Er… I hope you enjoyed. Reviews are welcome! Look at that tiny little button at the bottom. It's lonely. Don't you think? Next chapter will be dedicated to the first reviewer of this chapter. Does that make any sense? So, RRR!

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