Chapter 2 is up, yay! Considering it's the day after I finally got my story published. Due to the lack of reviews/comments I've decided to wait a bit on the coming chapters…that's your punishment, lol, jk!
enjoy.

In the Dark of the Night

"It was the best of times, it was pretty much the worst of times.." Ginny sighed as she tied her hair up with a spare ribbon thinking about Harry and Hermione. It was not official, but she had sinking suspicions that Harry and Hermione would end up together by the end of the summer. She had seen them about a fortnight ago walking into the woods together, she was looking out the kitchen window and it had been a sunny day so she had to shield her eyes and couldn't see them well.

The night was crisp and bright. She carefully closed her door so she couldn't wake up anyone, especially her parents. She lightly stepped down the many flights of stairs careful not to step on a loose creaky board, and slipped out the kitchen's screen door. Ginny often liked taking moonlit walks in the countryside. She loved the woody smell of the damp earth under her feet and the trickling sound of the rushing brook racing along side the dirt road. It gave her pacific feeling and time to think about things that were important to her.

He noticed a shadowy figure, in which he assumed it to be either Hermione or Ginny walking quickly down the long and never ending driveway. The stars shone brightly in the sky down on the figure, illuminating the shine and curl of the girl's hair it looked so long, soft, and tangible he just wanted to gently stroke it. He took off his glasses, his bottle green eyes shimmered in the night light. He had been sitting in the garden for sometime now admiring the cool night air. Tired as he was, he still wanted to admire the sweet summer smell of the night air while he could. The summer had been unnaturally hot and humid for their temperate zone.

"Its probably that silly 'global-warming' the muggles talk about." Mrs. Weasley had said in a previous conversation about the scorching summer's heat.

"That's right," Hermione preached. "The way the temperature has erupted over here, scientists believe that the endless burning of fossil fuels has cause a greenhouse like gas to surround the Earth in addition to the atmosphere and o-zone layers." she stopped to take a breathe. " And in further conclusion, they believe that the rise in temperature is melting polar ice caps, which has added an overload of fresh water into the oceans killing hundreds of species of fish!"

At this last comment Harry started to chuckle and the rest of the group was speechless. Ron had his mouth ajar and scratched his head, as if it would help him understand and process the information that had been dropped on him. Hermione started to cackle at Ron's scrunched up face, he blushed a radiant pink, and she cackled louder. Ginny had been strangely becoming aggravated by this odd and cold laughter coming from her friend. The smile on Hermione's face had made Ginny wish she had a hammer to shatter, Hermione's perfect teeth. Ginny had become more and more jealous, she wanted Hermione out..

"Well quite frankly Hermione, I don't think its funny at all. My brother is just thinking, CANT HE THINK!" Ginny half yelled. Hermione abruptly had stopped laughing and looked at Ginny with a quizzical look. Harry put his hand on Ginny's arm, she could feel the electricity pulsing from where his hand was on her arm throughout her body. Her head got dizzy and her eyes droopy.

"Are you alright Ginny?" Harry had asked her with a sincerely concerned look on his face.

"Yea..oh, I'm sorry, its just the heat…" Ginny lied "its too hot in this house"

"That's what I'm saying!" Ron said.

The group soon split to do other activities; Mrs.Weasley had come back from shopping for supplies in Diagon alley and started to dictate chores. Harry and Hermione had gotten away before Mrs.Weasley returned and weren't assigned any. Ginny watched from the kitchen screen door as they walked together side by side down the slope into the radish patches, their hands slightly brushing together. She had felt her face get hot with rage, she was starting to really dislike Hermione.

The night's cool wind blew on Ginny's face, awaking her from her memories. She found herself seated on a considerably large rock formation on the brook. She lay her head back against the rock and listened to the rushing water that surrounded her. A few minutes later she realized what time it was and scrambled off the rocks and down the road, it was nearly 2:30 am and she needed to get back before she was missed. Again thinking about Harry, tear formed in her eyes as she hastened her pace. She slipped in the same kitchen door with teary eyes and bumped right into..