Hermione was shocked and worried at the same time. She was shocked for the obvious /reasons. Pansy had kissed her and it had been the most amazing thing ever. She had seen fireworks and heard bells she had never experienced anything like it. But Pansy had run away from her and that confused her. Does she regret what she did? This was the most haunting of all of her questions.

She looked down at her Charms homework, not really seeing it. She felt like crying. The only good thing that had come out of her telling her secret was now shot to hell. Everything was ruined and it was all her fault. She laid her head down on the table and cried silently.

She quickly lifted her head and wiped her eyes when she heard footsteps coming towards her. Hermione looked over to see who it was. It was Ginny and she looked concerned. Great. She thought. Here comes the questions.

"Are you alright, Hermione?"

"Yes, I'm fine." She replied coldly. She knew that Ginny didn't deserve the incivility, but she needed to vent somehow.

Ginny pulled out the chair next to her and sat down, folding her hands in front of her on the table.

"There's no need to be rude, if you don't want to talk about it you can simply tell me that." Ginny said sounding a bit peeved. Hermione looked over at her friend. Ginny had worry written all over her face but she also looked slightly annoyed.

"I'm sorry. I did something really stupid and it's messed a lot of things up." Hermione said defeated.

"I'm not trying to press, but what did you do?" This was the dreaded question. She didn't need another person to know, she's seen how well that goes.

"I…told a few people something about myself and it hasn't exactly had good results." She was trying to be as vague as possible. Ginny gave her a knowing look.

"So you finally came out of the closet?" Ginny stated simply.

Hermione's jaw dropped to the floor. What! How could she know! I haven't been that obvious about it…have I?. Hermione put her head in her hands and sighed.

"How do you know ?" She whispered.

"Ummm…gaydar." She said hesitantly.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's how other gay people identify each other."

"That's not logical in any sense of the word. Wait, you're gay to?" Ginny can't be gay. She's to boy-obsessed and her brothers would never let her hear the end of it. Ginny's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Er. Yeah."

"B- but you dated Michel Corner and Dean Thomas and you've always loved Harry." She all but practically yelled.

"Shhhhh. My brothers can't know or I'll be in for a lifetime of teasing and lewd comments. Yes I dated all those boys but they were cover up boys, sorta like Ron was your cover up boy."

"Ron was not my cover up boy!" He wasn't was he? I actually tried to get to like him, I didn't just use him to cover up my secret, she thought.

"Whatever Hermione, but anyway on to Harry, I did like him but it was just a silly infatuation. He's a great guy but I would never date him. So who did you tell?"

Ugh, well apparently deflecting didn't work. "I told Harry first which led to Malfoy and Pansy finding out because Malfoy was being a sneaky git and then I told Ron and he hasn't taken it to well, he's been ignoring me and it's really upsetting."

"Is that why you were crying?"

"That's part of it. The other part I would rather not discuss." Ginny looked a bit put out by that so Hermione backpedaled. "Not that I don't trust you but I'm still trying to figure it out for myself."

"It's ok I understand. I think we should go to bed now it's," she looked down at her watch. "Midnight."

"Oh, damn I'm never going to get enough sleep and I'm going to fail my potions quiz. Goodnight Ginny." Hermione gathered her things and sat up.

"Goodnight Hermione." Ginny got up and gave Hermione a quick hug and went up to her dormitory. Hermione stood there for a few seconds, looking at the fire and then followed after her.

Hermione awoke the next morning with just enough time to get to class. She packed up all of her things in a rush and got dressed as fast as she could. She ran down the stairs, jumped through the portrait hole. When Hermione finally got to class she looked very un-Hermione like. Her hair was more frazzled than usual, her shirt wasn't tucked in, and her tie was undone. She made it one minute before the bell rang. The young witch sat down and took a deep breath, with her face in her hands. She looked up to find everybody staring at her. Hermione looked down and blushed furiously.

The professor came into view and started teaching but for once in her life Hermione wasn't paying attention she was thinking about her last class which was with Pansy.

Hermione made it early to her last class, Potions. She pulled everything she needed out of her bag and then set her bag on the floor by her chair. She looked around the empty classroom until she found where Pansy and Malfoy sat. After a day's work of calming herself down she felt at peace, but when she looked at that vacant spot she felt the waves of anxiousness crash over her. But they were not needed because Pansy was never showed up to class. Hermione waited and waited but she never showed. When the bell rang she packed up her stuff.

A sudden need to use the lavatory overwhelmed her so she went to find the closest one. When she opened the door she saw a girl sitting in the far corner. Hermione took a step forward to see if the girl would look up be she didn't. Hermione kept walking forward and when she was no more than three feet away she recognized the strange girl as Pansy.

"Pansy." Hermione said softly. The girl looked up.