Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter just the plot is mine
A/N: This is an Hermione/Ginny little story so if you don't like then don't read it. Just a little something for the Christmas season told from Hermione's point of view.
Hermione made her way into the common room after muttering the password to the fat lady. Upon entering she found that the common room was rather crowded with students mulling around. Scanning the room for a familiar, friendly face she spotted Harry and Ron relaxing on the couch by the fire.
Hermione made a B-line for her friends whilst dodging around students who were talking excitedly about the festive season.
"Hey guys, how was practice?" Hermione enquired politely
"Hey Herm, it was good I really think we can beat those Slytherins. Harry had us trying out a few plays so we can change tactics if we need to throughout the game" Ron smiled brightly looking extremely pleased.
Hermione smile and nodded as she sat down on the chair beside the fire and dumped her bag under the table in front of her.
"Practice took a little longer than I would have liked because Ron was too busy staring at Katie to concentrate on protecting the goals. It didn't last too long though because Ginny knocked some sense into him with a well aimed bludger to the head" Harry informed Hermione.
At the mention of Ginny, Hermione's stomach did a flip.
"Yeah she could have just said something, there was no need to get violent" Ron sulked
"Ron she did say something. Four times and you didn't listen. Even Katie was getting annoyed and I tried telling you many times but you ignored me too. I say a bludger to the head was the right way to go"
Seeing that he wasn't getting any sympathy from either of his friends, Ron conceded and decided to change the subject.
"I can't wait for Christmas, mum cooks the best turkey and the Christmas pudding is just to die for. I just hope that she hasn't knitted me another one of those sweaters this year"
"Those sweaters are nice Ron, I don't mind them" Harry insisted
"I'm not really excited about Christmas this year" Hermione spoke up
Ron and Harry both turned to her and looked at her incredulously.
"You mental!" Ron exclaimed
"Why are you not looking forward to Christmas this year?" Harry asked curiously
"I don't know. I'm just not really into the festive spirit this year. I'm still looking forward to being at the Burrow, don't get me wrong and I love Mrs Weasley's cooking. I'm just not that excited" Hermione explained without giving away the real reason for her lack of enthusiasm.
Just at that moment the portrait hole opened to reveal a very tired looking Ginny stumbling in. she walked straight over towards the couch and threw herself down dramatically.
"What's up with you? You look like you've been running laps around the Quidditch pitch or something" Ron asked his sister with only slight concern.
"Nothing's wrong, just a bit tired that's all. The whole day has been pretty hectic with double potions this morning and two hours of practice. Not to mention all of the homework I got in one bloody day, I'm sure someone is trying to kill me" Ginny replied a little bit too dramatically.
"I'm sure no-ones trying to kill you Gin" Hermione spoke softly
Ginny looked across to her and gave a bright smile which made Hermione's stomach do another flip. She swallowed the lump that had developed in her throat and looked towards the fire as the others continued to converse about Quidditch and the up coming holidays.
Twice…Twice in a matter of minutes she has made my stomach feel like it's housing thousands of butterflies, and she hasn't even done or said anything really. I'm not attracted to Ginny Weasley. I'm not attracted to Ginny Weasley…
Hermione continued to chant in her mind, her eyes reluctantly left the flickering flames of the fire and strayed over to the young red head sat close by on the sofa.
She is very beautiful though…Much prettier than Parvati, Lavender or even Cho. No Hermione stop thinking like that. You are not suppose to be thinking about how her hair is like fire that shimmers and reflects the light from the fire…or how her smile can light up a room and make my heart pound against my chest…or how her deep blue eyes seem to see right through to my very soul and make me feel both confident and a nervous wreck at the same time. Not to mention the silky smoothness of her porcelain skin…Hermione for Merlin's sake stop it! YOU DO NOT LIKE GINNY!.
Hermione rips her eyes away from Ginny and stands abruptly causing the other three to look at her questioningly.
"I'm going to bed…tired…so I'm going to…night" Hermione stuttered out looking like a bumbling idiot.
Before anyone had the chance to utter a single word Hermione was across the common room and up the stairs looking as though Voldermort himself was chasing her.
This story seems to have changed a lot from what I originally planned because as I am writing I find that the story is going in different directions. I hope no-one is too disappointed but I thought that it would be better to show the development of her realisation, instead of her accepting her feelings right away.
Reviews are appreciated as I would like to know what you think and if there are any changes that could be made to improve my story writing. This is my first multi-chaptered fic and I'm still getting used to the whole thing and any advice is welcome.
Hope you like the story so far : )