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Chapter Two
Ginny doubted he was thinking about Quidditch, but she didn't say anything.
That evening in the common room, Ginny and Hermione were cozy in the large armchairs, reading in front of the fireplace. Harry and Ron were out practicing for Quidditch.
"Hermione," Ginny started, "I need to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Umm. Well, stuff."
"Okay. Care to be a little less vague?" Hermione asked.
Ginny sighed. "Lately, I've kind of been thinking that, well, I might, oh gosh."
"Yeah?"
"Well," Ginny began again. "You know, I haven't seen Dean in quite a while, and…" Ginny was referring to her boyfriend. Her and Dean Thomas had started to date during her fourth year, and she had spent the entire summer without him. She missed him, but not terribly and was certain she had gotten over him. He hadn't even sent her any owls.
"You think you've got it for Harry again after spending so much time around him?" Hermione guessed.
"Exactly. Am I a horrible person?"
"Not at all!" Hermione assured her. "By the way, Harry was kind of quiet this morning. Any clue what that was all about?"
"Well, he had that look on his face. You know, the one guys get when they're thinking about sex."
Hermione looked surprised. "Ginny, how do you know that face when you see it?" Hermione was surprised.
"Trust me, growing up with six brothers, you get to know a lot of things pretty well." She smirked. "Anyway, he said her was thinking about Quidditch."
"A likely story." Hermione snorted, shaking her head.
"I'm just sure he'll never think of me as anything more than Ron's little sister."
"You're not so little anymore." Hermione grinned and nodded towards Ginny's chest.
"Shut up!" Ginny shouted, defensively.
"Well, you know…maybe he was thinking about you this morning. Like you said, we've been spending a lot of time together. Maybe he's starting to notice you."
"Are you saying her never noticed me before? How can you be around someone for four years and not be noticed?"
"No." Hermione started over, "Perhaps he's starting to notice you."
"Oh. You mean like…in a sexual way?"
"What? What about sex? I distinctly heard 'sex'. Picked it up on my MANDAR." Ron had just entered through the portrait hole.
"Ha! 'Man'!" Hermione laughed.
"What do you use that for? Picking up men?" Ginny joked to her older brother.
He ignored that statement and went on. "Are you girls talking about sex? Naughty, naughty…"
"No. Besides, she said 'sectional', you idiot." Claimed Hermione.
"Oh." Ron went pink.
"What did I miss?" Harry asked, climbing in.
"Nothing at all." Ginny smirked, "I'm turning in." If she claimed that she was tired, she would have been lying. She just wanted to take in everything Hermione had said. To think. She didn't get any sleep that night.