A/N: Ok everyone, I am soooo sorry it has taken forever to update. School has been absolutely crazy, and the lack of sleep quite overpowering. Please Review...enjoy!

VI. Hermione's mind raced as she sat in the bathtub trying to sort out what had just happened between her and Draco. She hadn't known how to react. Draco was...well he was beautiful, but he was certainly off limits, not to mention Ron. She knew what had just happened should not have happened, but she couldn't help but think maybe it was supposed to happen. Her mind swirled back to the last few months and her relationship with Ron. Things hadn't been the same since the night she'd spent with Draco. After a couple of weeks she'd been able to ignore the tugging at the back of her mind that told her she didn't really love Ron anymore. She slid further down into the bubble-filled tub and rested her eyes for just a moment.

Her moment turned out to be longer than she imagined and she awoke very suddenly to cold water in which the bubbles had all dissolved. She shivered as bumps rose up on her skin and slowly got out and wrapped a warm towel around her tightly. Her temples were starting to throb because she was dehydrated. Slowly, almost mechanically she got dressed and tidied herself up. She was wearing green silk pajama bottoms and large white sweater. It wasn't that cold outside but someone the cold she felt on the inside was enough to make her shiver.

Back inside her room she laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Trying once again to make sense of what had happened with Draco. Her mind flashed back to the moment;

Gods, he is so beautiful, his hands are so strong and his eyes her memory narrowed into the image of his eyes everyone thinks they're cold and grey, but I know better she imagined his body for a few moments longer before she focused back to the situation. Come on Hermione, you're always the one with the plan, what's gotten into you, her mind argued with itself, Draco's gotten into me... As she searched her mind she suddenly remembered why she had stopped. A book had fallen from a shelf, and instinctively she knew someone had been watching them. She shuddered as she laid in her bed thinking about who might have seen them. Her mind raced and it settled on Ron. Oh God, what if he did see? I know that I don't love him anymore, but how the hell am I going to manage telling him...Hermione started crying softly. How could all this have happened. She thought deeply. Her entire world had been turned upside down in a matter of days.

A certain Weasely had indeed seen them in the library, and her shock was so great she had dropped the book she was holding and bolted from the library. Quick enough not to be seen by Hermione or Draco. Ginny admitted to herself that she knew something had not been right, that Hermione had just seemed different, happier almost. She also knew that Ron probably wouldn't be all that devastated, in fact, he was the reason Ginny was there. Ron knew that Hermione and Draco were supposed to be meeting, and so he had Ginny follow Hermione. At first Ginny had refused to spy on her friend, but Ron begged and pleaded until she agreed. Ron had explained to her that he knew something was up, he was simply afraid to ask her himself. Ginny knew that Ron had a little secret too, but she had found out by accident when she had heard him moaning Blaise Zabini's name one night from his bedroom. She hadn't confronted him about it, she knew he would tell her in due time.

Ginny's first stop was her own room so she could sort out her thoughts. She didn't know if she should tell Hermione about Ron first, or Ron about Hermione, or if she should simply stay out. Honestly, sometimes I think they're all just blind. I don't see how they can't notice these things about each other, they're supposed to be best friends. She huffed a little as she climbed the stairs to Gryffindor tower. When she reached the top step she giggled to herself about...Ronald Weasely, my brother, is gay. The thought danced in her mind as she passed Ron and Harry in the common room without a word. Ron tried to stop her but she kept trouncing along until she was out of his line of fire. Harry might have suspected something from Ron's behavior but he simply shrugged his shoulders at Ginny and motioned to Ron that it was his turn in their game of Wizards' Chess.

A/N: I'm sorry it's been a while I've been dreadfully busy. I hope you all enjoy, and I'm sorry its so short. Please Review!peaches