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Stepping in front of a beautiful portrait of an empty moonlit forest, Hermione quietly dropped the wards on her room, stepping through the open portrait after Ginny. The room, which was set aside for Gryffindor head girls, was originally decorated in vibrant reds and golds, somewhat garishly in Hermione's opinion. Hermione wasn't one to usually complain, but after dreaming about a fairly cartoon-like lion chasing her, trying to transfigure her locks of hair into red and gold streamers while a crowd of onlookers cheered for Gryffindor, much like in a Quidditch match, she decided to quietly transfigure the room to something much more her style. The wall which was the first scene when entering the room was covered with bookshelves overflowing with books, only enough of the wall left uncovered to allow space for one window seat with a window overlooking the Forbidden forest, a view reminiscent of the portrait entrance. The rest of the room was decorated in soft ivory tones, with a few jewel colored throws and pillows added into the mix.

Looking over at her friend, Ginny smiled as she sat down on a chair facing the fireplace. "Every time you let me in here, Hermione, I never want to leave. It so… peaceful."

Hermione nodded her thanks as she sat across from her friend in a matching chair, summoning some tea to drink. "Stop trying to distract me, Ginny, what new plan do you have up your sleeve?"

Excited that her friend had already identified it correctly, Ginny leaned forward in her chair eagerly. "That's just it, it's the Plan. And I promise you its brilliant…" Here a slight frown crossed the redhead's lips.

"And?"

Ginny looked up to see an amused smile on the older girl's lips. Taking a deep breath, she hoped Hermione would view the Plan from the perspective of a peer and momentarily forget she was the Head Girl. "You see Hermione; I've been noticing a certain lack of…" Pausing, she searched for the right word. "Excitement in all of our friends since Voldemort's been gone." Her voice jumped quickly over the name, she still wasn't completely healed from her nightmare with the Chamber of Secrets. "I got to thinking one night after another failed attempt to make Harry realize that I am, in fact, a member of the opposite sex." Here Hermione smiled, Ginny started to sound more like some one her age rather than a business woman making a proposition. "And I guess it kind of hit me, it could be said for almost every one of us that we have a crush on someone who we think is unattainable, well, more like oblivious to our existence."

Thinking of her secret, Hermione's pale cheeks colored somewhat, but she nodded for Ginny to continue.

Here come's the hard part, Ginny mentally wished herself 'good luck'. "Remember the Triwizard Tournament and the Goblet of Fire. Well, I was thinking we could make our own Goblet of Fire."

Realization dawning on her, Hermione finally interrupted. "Ginny Weasley! You can't tell me you want to have a contest to see which girl can snare her man the fastest?"

Hermione's distaste in the idea was obvious, so Ginny rushed on to explain. "That's not what I meant, 'Mione. Look at me for example, how many times over the years have I wanted to do something about Harry, but I liked the courage to do anything? Don't say it…" Ginny cut her friend off before she could comment on the Gryffindor lacking courage. "So what I decided I need, as does any other girl who can't find the courage, is a…" Brow furrowing in concentration, Ginny tried to remember the muggle phrase she had heard her father say once in connection with psycho-something or other. Looking at her friend imploringly, she begged for help. "You know, people who encourage you, psycho-something?"

Biting her tongue against the laughter, Hermione wondered how surprised muggles would be that their lifestyles were as strange to wizards as wizards' where to muggles. "Psychology, Ginny. And I think you're talking about a support group."

"That's it!" Ginny's face once again broke out in a smile. "A support group. We make our own Goblet of Fire that wouldn't just give us the name of our crush, bur rather the name of the person we most desire. And it could even be a secret." Ginny knew that Hermione would probably be very unwilling to share her crush with the other girls, especially Lavender who was known to be the biggest gossip in the school. "But the important thing would be that we would all be in the same situation. We'd have someone to talk to, someone who was going through the exact same thing."

Hermione was still weary of the Plan; she was practically glowing with the need to ask questions. "But, why would we need to make a goblet? Every one knows who they would want to go after already…"

Sighing and wishing momentarily that her friend wasn't so intelligent, Ginny continued. "There needs to be motivation to make us willing to take the risk to go after who we want."

Hermione sighed, chewing on her lip thoughtfully for a few moments before speaking. "So it is a contest…"

Leaning back in her chair, Ginny decided that this was the most important part of their conversation. What she said now would ultimately sway Hermione's decision. "I guess in a sense it is. But the end goal wouldn't be who could bed their crush the fastest. It would be more like points, you would be rewarded for the steps you took in the correct direction, steps that would make you closer to revealing yourself to your crush. Points would be taken away for moving in the wrong direction, for losing your nerve. It would go to the end of the year and then who ever had the most points would… Well, winning isn't the right word because I don't think there should be any other prize than your crush's heart. Maybe, it would be recognition for being the bravest Gryffindor." Hermione snorted, but her brow was furrowed in thought. Recognizing the face of a deeply concentrating Hermione, Ginny settled back into her chair to wait for her friend's decision. She could obviously continue on with the Plan without her help, but Hermione would most likely be able to make the goblet the fastest and knowing her secret, Ginny had wanted to give her friend the support she would need to act on it.

Curling her legs up under her, Hermione looked down at her hands thoughtfully, toying with the end of her skirt. The Plan itself didn't exactly break any rules, although her own situation might be a little trickier. She herself had noticed the lack of spark in her peers, and in theory, the Plan could end up making a group of people happy. In the worse case scenario, it would cause some broken hearts but allow people to finally move on. Gathering up the courage that had convinced the Sorting Hat to place her in Gryffindor, Hermione's clear eyes focused on her friend's face. "I'm in…"

Author's notes: Alright, so the plan has been revealed. Please review…oh please oh please oh please…