It seemed like a dream when the boy who lived just happened to turn up at Hogwarts her brothers first year of school as well. Naturally, Ginny was swept away by his charm and soon fell for him, the boy who lived, who, in her mind, was the greatest person ever, that was, until she realized just how different she truly was.
Hermione Granger had always been different. Her parents, both loving people, were dentists, and instead of reading books about puppies and kittens as most young children did, she grew up reading books on teeth care and other aspects of dental health. She knew, deep down inside, she was different. That sense never grew stronger however, until she was presented with a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcrafy and Wizardry and then she knew just how different she truly was. Now, she could use all of that knowledge she had gained from spending most of her time reading books and put it to good use. She had never heard of Harry Potter, let alone the boy, Ron Weasley who was going to be his best friend, however, once she did, she never realized how much it would impact her life, she never realized how different she truly was.
It was a bright summer morning in July when Ginny finally figured out what exactly made her different. She had always been confused, the feeling had always been present, but she pushed these thoughts and feelings into the deep recesses of her mind and hopped they would never surface again.
Ginny was seated beneath the large rowan tree behind the house to cool herself, and to get away from the house, mostly because her brothers, Fred and George, whose newest experienment was driving the entire house nuts.
She was getting ready to enter her third year at Hogwarts, her friends being mostly of the female and odd variety, however she truly did enjoy their company. Luna Lovegood, a way odd, but very misunderstood person, one of whom Ginny cared for, was over at her house, but it took much prompting, and now she was waiting for her beneath that tree.
When Luna finally did appear beside her, Ginny could not breath. Her waist length locks were pulled back into a tight ponytail exposing her neck, and she wore a thin tank top. "Your brothers are drive me mad." She said as she plopped down beside her.
Ginny gulped and nodded,"That is nothing new."
Luna smiled at her shortly and leaned back against the tree and lifted her head up towards the sky. Ginny just watched her from the corner of her eye before turning to look at her fully.
Her breath hitched in her throat as her gazed traveled from the soft features of her face, down her neck and lower still, travelling over her chest, with her gaze stopping at her breasts. She moved her eyes lower still, her gaze this time stopping at her stomach. The tank top she wore had traveled upwards, exposing the skin. Ginny wanted to touch that skin, she wanted to feel the softness beneath her fingers. She wanted to kiss the crook of her neck and hold her tight, arm around her hips.
"Ginny, why are you staring?" She asked in a somber tone.
Ginny was forced from her trance,"No reason, I thought I saw a bug." she lied. The answer satisfied Luna enough though as she put her head back against the tree.
At that moment, that very moment beneath that rowan tree that summer morning, Ginny Weasley realized she was gay.
For Hermione, it was a bit different.
Her parents were always loving and supportive. Sure they didn't understand everything that Hermione was doing and going through, but Hermione knew they were trying. Even though they weren't witches themselves, they were very proud when she recieved her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. They were always proud of her, they told her, no matter what she does, they will always support and love her.
Hermione was reading one of her books when she came upon a love affair between two famous witches of her time when something about it struck something deep inside of her. Something that felt right.
The two women were deeply in love, both were supposed to be working for the good side, however, the other got tangled up in some very deep stuff, which in turn, got her tied up with Voldemort. She kept this a secret from her lover, hoping that Voldemort would not kill her, however, things happened, Voldemort tried, and ended up killing the one who was doing his bidding.
The story was sad, but sweet. She had never known a true lesbian couple, only knew of a few girls at school who claimed to be dating at the time, but Hermione never paid them much attention. What they did on their own time, was their own business and she never wanted to get involved in someone elses business unless this business involved death or injury to innocent people, and being in love with another woman surely didn't not involve death or injury, so she just left them be.
The story she read in the book made her think. She couldn't sleep well for days because of that story. It got her thinking about herself, was she gay? She never really liked guys. There were a few, The whole Viktor thing during her fourth year proved to be nothing more than a meaningless fling, a fling in which they never did anything, and in all honesty, Hermione did not want too. The thought of doing anything with him, made her uncomfortable.
One day over the summer, when her parents were not home, Hermione got on the internet and did a search on lesbians. She found a lot of support sites. She clicked on link after link, trying to discover if her true self was someone she hadn't discovered yet, or if it was someone she was trying to tell to shut up for fear of discrimination.
She did catch herself staring at a lot of girls. Even though she was not a fan of Slytherin, she found something exotic about Pansy Parkinson. Something that caused butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Although she never liked to admit it to anyone, she found herself staring at Ginny whenever she was at her house and sharing a room. Ginny would always change in the room with her back turned, and Hermione wished, that just once, she would turn around.
Hermione gasped and closed the website she was currently viewing, that's it. She was gay. Hermione Granger, was gay, and that was ok with her.