The trip back to Hogwarts was a long, unusual trip. It was silent and full of deep thoughts. We didn't end up going to the Shrieking Shack, but we did go to Zonko's and Honeydukes. We wanted to get a little for Harry. We didn't talk much either. All that was said was the swear that we wouldn't ever tell Harry. We knew that it would be as much of a surprise to him as it was to us. Plus, we didn't want to explain the whole thing all over again. It would get a little to detailed, which would make it even worse. But, our swear didn't quite work out as we had planned.
"Hey Harry," I said.
"Hey Hermione. Where's Ron"
"I think he went for a walk. We brought you back some stuff from Honeydukes.," I replied changing the subject quickly. I had a tendency to 'spill the beans'.
"Cool, thanks. Did you and Ron have fun?"
"Your Welcome," I didn't want to answer that question.
"Did you?"
"Yeah, I did"
"Oh, well, what did you do?"
"Nothing," I snapped quickly. Uh oh, he suspects something now.
"Hermione, are you hiding something from me?" He gave me a quizzical look.
"NO!" I quickly grabbed my books and ran into the girls' common room. There was Ginny Weasley sitting on my bed waiting for me.
"Hey Hermione"
"Hey Ginny"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I cracked. A tear trickled down my cheek.
"Hermione, something is wrong. I can tell.
I told her the whole story in detail. I know I swore I wouldn't tell, but, it was the spur of the moment and I was really upset. I needed someone who wanted to know: Someone who would understand: Someone who cared: Someone like, Ginny.