Rain

By forbiddenlight

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K., so why would I own anything of hers? This plot is my own though…

A/N: Thank you to all those who reviewed. I'd also like to invite everyone to become a staff or subscriber to my c2 community, Hogwarts Romantic Library for Harry Potter. Woo-hoo! This is chapter ten! Yeah! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. You made my day! This chapter is longer too. I'm doing my best to make chapters longer. Enjoy.

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And, again, be sure to take note of the names in bold. That is very important to the story. It will also keep you out of any confusion…

Ship: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger

Genre: Romance/Drama

Chapter Ten: Confessions of the Soul

Ginny

Harry pulled away from the kiss, cutting her short.

"Harry, what is bothering you?" Ginny asked him sharply. Harry looked at her with a weird look on his face.

"What do you mean, Gin?" he asked. But Ginny knew something was up because of his tone of voice.

"Harry, you haven't been yourself all day! Tell me. But hurry please, dear; I have to go get Hermione ready for her date. She's taking a shower right now."

"Okay, I confess," Harry admitted. "I'm worried. I feel bothered. Because I know what I have to do."

Ginny's face shadowed. She knew this conversation would come up sooner or later, but now was definitely not her preferred time.

Harry was worried about Lord Voldemort.

She had noticed this since before they had started dating. At times he would just sit there, staring, without really looking at anything. His brow would be furrowed usually, and sometimes he would rub at his scar. She knew he was apprehensive about the day he would finally face Lord Voldemort, and fulfill the prophecy. Either kill- or be killed.

Hopefully he'd kill.

But she knew that that would be an extremely difficult thing to do.

"Harry," she replied calmly cupping his face in the ball of her hand. "I promise I'll be there with you when that day comes. But for now we can only prepare you for what will happen. And I will be there for you, for every step of the way… Harry, I-I…Je t'aime."

She had spoken boldly, telling him "I love you" in French. But it was the truth. It was how she felt. How she had always felt. How she would always feel.

"I love you too, Gin," Harry replied, and kissed her softly.

Ginny kissed back, finally knowing she was loved- and really loved- for the first time in her entire life. All of her pain, every worry was in that kiss, and he helped her relieve herself of the majority of it. Ginny was mitigated. She now knew that just as she would be there for Harry, Harry would be there for her.

Hermione

Ginny came back into her dorm in a daze, with a silly little smile on her face. Hermione was just out of the shower, and was drying her hair with hot air from her wand. She was wrapped in a towel.

"Ginny?" she asked her best friend. "What haven't you been telling me?"

Ginny smiled crookedly.

"Or… are you just stoned?" Hermione interrogated. She finished drying her hair. "Look, if you have any idea what I am saying, I know you're in love with Harry, and can you please pick me out an outfit? You're better at this then I am. And where's Ron?"

Ginny seemed to wake up after that.

"How'd you know I love Harry?" she asked with a puckered brow.

"Gin! I'm a girl. And you're best friend. Plus, you've been in love with Harry since well… Since forever."

Ginny blushed. "Alright! You caught me. And I already laid out your outfit- it's on your bed. Where Ron is? No idea!"

They both burst out in laughter. Hermione went into the dorm and returned soon after dressed in an outfit she never knew she had, a white polo shirt with a tiny red heart on the left breast. She was wearing a khaki skirt that reached just below her knees, and a pair of little white Keds on her feet with ankle socks.

"You look lovely," Ginny grinned at her as Hermione resurfaced in the bathroom.

"Thanks. You chose the outfit."

"I know. You just look perfect."

"Well, what about my hair?" Hermione inquired.

"I knew you'd ask about that." Ginny told her the same time she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial with a light rose-colored liquid in it.

"I brewed it this morning," Ginny said, answering Hermione's blank look. Hermione furrowed her brow. "What is it?"

"A curl-locking potion. I found it in Witch's Weekly. It emphasizes your curls, giving it a more… curlier look."

Hermione still looked confused.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "It- here, just let me do it, and you'll see for yourself."

10 minutes later, Hermione couldn't recognize herself.

She was beautiful.

"How much of this stuff did you make?" she asked, grinning.

"I knew you would like it!" Ginny laughed. "I made enough to fill about… Twenty more of these vials."

Hermione smiled. "Can I… Have some more?"

"As much as you want! I'll even give you the recipe. Well, at least a copy of it. I plan to make some more and sell it to the other girls in Gryffindor. If there was one thing I learned from Fred and George, is it's good to have some money. You get it for free because you're my best friend." Ginny beamed.

"Bravo. And it's 10:30. Do you want to head to Hogsmeade early?" Hermione smiled.

"Yeah. You don't need any makeup. You're too pretty for makeup." Ginny responded as they left the dorm and headed down the stairs to the common room. "Now, what's Harry up to?"

They found out a moment later.

Ron

He could do it. He could "pretend" to go out with Pansy Parkinson in order to get Hermione back. He loved her, didn't he?

But he needed to talk to someone. He knew he couldn't tell anyone that he was pretending, but he still needed to talk to a guy about girls. Sure, he had dated Hermione, but that was Hermione. Pansy, well, she was a whole different story.

Which was why he found himself sitting in front of Harry in the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Harry," he confessed bravely, swallowing hard. "I got a girlfriend."

Harry smiled. "So, you've finally gotten over Hermione?"

Ron grimaced. "You could say that…"

"What's her name, Ron?" Harry pried.

Ron looked at his feet. "Parkinson." He mumbled.

"Huh?"

"My girlfriend… Her name is Pansy Parkinson." Ron prepared himself for the worst.

"Oh. Her? Pshaw. Whatever floats your boat mate. If she's the one for you, then go for it. I'm glad you got over Hermione. Hey, I have to tell you a secret." Harry told him. Ron couldn't believe it. Harry wasn't- he wasn't in the least bit mad?

"Ron?"

"Oh, yeah? What's your secret?" Ron regained himself.

Harry lowered his voice. "I have a girlfriend too. Her name is Ginny."

Ron felt the steam come out of his ears. But before he could begin shouting, Hermione, looking drop-dead gorgeous, appeared in the common room, standing next to a surprised Ginevra Weasley.

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