Chapter 2: Girltalk

Shit, thought Ginny.

"Hermione, are you sure you put a good Silencing Charm on the door" Ginny shook her frantically. "What if that's Ha-…Hannah at the door?" Ginny feebly attempted to recover.

"Oh, Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. Again, two things. A- are you seriously doubting my abilities as a witch, and B- you are sooo far deep in denial, Ginny, it's sad. Does it even matter who's at the door?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, Hermione, it does matter! I mean, someone might have heard!" Ginny whispered, looking around for anybody lurking in the shadows.

"Hello? Ladies? A little help here? In desperate, desperate need here!" the voice pleaded through the door.

"Heard what? According to you, you have no secret love for the Boy-Who-Lived, so what are you so worked up about?" Hermione asked Ginny teasingly. And with that, she opened the door grandly, only to gasp and shut it again.

It had only taken a quick glance at the shock of red hair for her to realize who it was and to retreat in shock.

What's this? Ginny wondered, noting Hermione's hurried breathing and slight blush.

"ALL RIGHT, I SWEAR, IF YOU DO NOT OPEN THIS DOOR IMMEDIATELY, HERMIONE OR GINNY, WE WILL HAVE TO KNOCK IT DOWN OURSELVES!" a new voice threatened them, and now it seemed there had possibly been more than one guy at the door.

Hermione, by this time had fled to a stall, and locked herself in.

Fabulous, Ginny groaned to herself, reaching for the handle, three guesses as to who, out of all the boys in Gryffindor there are, it will be.

In galloped Ron, Harry, and Colin Creevey, all three of whom sped first to the urinals, then remembering Ginny was there, respectfully withdrew to the stalls. Colin's recent admission to and past obsession with Harry may have also influenced that decision.

Hermione, after hearing all three stalls click and fasten, rushed out of her own, grabbed Ginny's hand and dragged her up to the girls' dormitories.

"Okay, Ginny, we both have confessions to make and we both know it. So here's my proposal: why don't we just both spit it out? I mean, we are best friends," She sped up nervously, noting Ginny's silence, "and we do share everything, so it only makes sense to share this, right?...Right?"

"I thought we had already settled this," Ginny said slowly, "I don't have a secret love, but never did I once suspect you of having any dirty laundry." Ginny was enjoying herself. She was going to drag Hermione's secret out of her.

"Oh. Well…ah….actually, er…um…I guess" Hermione was shooting out every 'delay word' known to English studying linguists, a sure sign that there was something that she had been keeping from Ginny. Somehow, she managed to pull herself together and say, "Oh, come on, Ginny, we both know that you like Harry, and th-that I like…..Ron."

Ginny realized there was doubt and definite low self-esteem in Hermione's voice. She also recognized the question underlying her confession. Hermione had, whether she intended to or not, asked Ginny if it was okay to like Ron. Wow, Ginny thought, I guess I really have been kidding myself, I mean some Muggle celebrity (named Ashton-honestly who names their kid Ashton? ) I saw in a magazine over the real living kickass wizard boy she had obviously adored for years. Emerging from her thoughts, Ginny realized Hermione was ranting and raving about how she really didn't say Ron, she said Rod, or meant to at least. Ginny snorted.

"Hermione. You are so completely right. As usual you have psychoanalyzed me correctly. I do like Harry," and noticing Hermione's face changing from shock to relief to smug satisfaction, sighed and a wave of girly crushed-ness came over her as she began to ramble, "I love his deep green eyes, ruffled up black hair, mouth, nose, ears, his Quidditch toned body, and calloused hands." and seeing Hermione about to break out into laughter said, "But I'm sure it's freckled redheads with clear blue eyes and tendancies to be jealous of ex's and overprotective of…"Ginny had to trail off, madly giggling at Hermione's vacant, dreamy expression.

"So, what now? I mean, do you think we ought to do anything? About Harry and Ron? It's j-just that, w-well…" Hermione began to stammer and that same nervous fluttering in her stomach and sudden acceleration of her heartbeat from a mere twenty minutes ago, returned at full throttle, and she finished her sentence, "it's just that…well, I've never been kissed."

Allright, so I know I said I wanted six, and I know that I only have one (ahem ahem) at this point, but I'm actually on chapter five, I just haven't typed it up yet….so review or else, suffah tha consequences!