Author's Note: So here's chappy 2. I got 4 reviews in one day! I feel so happy! Thanks guys!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's all J.K. Rowling's... But I can write nasty stuffs with her characters!! :P

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Hermione pulled away, gasping. "What the bloody hell was that?" She screeched. She nearly smacked Ginny right then and there.

"Oh my God!" Ginny said. "I am SO sorry. I thought you were Harry. You see, when I passed out, I was dreaming and..."

"Ok... Ok... I forgive you." Hermione said. She knew everything Ginny was saying was bullshit, but she'd let her get away with it for now. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." Ginny said quietly. "I think so..."

They went inside to help Mrs. Weasley prepare for lunch. Ginny was set chopping onions and crushing garlic at the same time. Mrs. Weasley had decided it was time she begin to learn the skills necessary for a housewife. Hermione set the table and stirred the stew. Mrs. Weasley was doing... alot. Too much to keep track of. She could feed a whole army in one day, Mrs. Weasley. In fact, she had, many times, fed the whole Order of the Phoenix. Every so often, Hermione caught Ginny staring over at her. As soon as Hermione saw her, Ginny would jerk her head to look at the onions again, pretending to concentrate. Hermione wasn't sure what to do about it though. She couldn't call Ginny out... Well she could, but couldn't bring herself to. Something was holding her back. She had begun to question so much about herself this morning. Her entire life was being turned upside down. How was she supposed to react to this discovery?

The more she thought about it, the more things fell into place. She'd been waiting for Ron to make a move forever. He was just too much of a coward, too insecure. Hermione liked him, that much was true, and she knew he liked her too. He just didn't have the guts to admit it. Now, somehow, somewhere deep inside, Hermione was feeling some sort of attraction to his sister.

Later that night, Ginny retired to her room. Hermione sat on the couch deep in thought. Her mixed feelings swirled around in her head. What would it be like? That is... IF she were to pursue such a relationship. What would Ron say? How would they hide it from their parents? Hermione cursed herself for always having to think things through so much. She wished she could be like Harry and just DO it. But did she even want to do it? Every time she tried to come to a conclusion, another question popped up. How fast would they take things? Would they ever try to have their relationship officially recognized? Was it even legal in the Wizarding world? Hermione decided to have a talk with Ginny. She stood up off the couch and crept quietly up the stairs. She bumped into Ginny, who ironically was on her way down to meet Hermione. "This way." Ginny whispered, leading Hermione back to her room. After closing the door, Ginny lit a candle and they sat on the bed. "Hermione... This morning at the pond... What did it feel like when... I..."

"Kissed me?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah... What did it feel like... to you?"

"I don't really know." Hermione said truthfully. She didn't really understand what she had felt then, and wasn't sure she wanted to.

"Well... I... I actually meant to kiss you." Ginny confessed.

"I know." Hermione said. "Last night, I had to go to the bathroom really badly. You'd left the door unlocked, and I didn't think anyone was actually in the shower, even though it was running. I saw you when I went in, and I closed the curtain. Right before I left I heard you scream my name."

"You... heard me?" Ginny said in disbelief. Of course, all of those odd occurrences last night made sense now. "So...?" She said inquisitively.

"So what?" Hermione asked.

"So what do you think?"

"I don't know... It's just not normal. Think of what your mother would say! What would Ron think? What would Harry think? We'd be like... total rejects of society." The brunette said anxiously.

"Hermione, it's not that bad. Fred and George came out last year, together. Sure, Mom had a righteous fit for about two weeks, but she eventually got over it. As for Ron and Harry, who cares what they think? What I want to know is what YOU think." Ginny replied.

"I... I just don't know." Hermione said.

"Well I guess that's better than a no altogether." Ginny said, sounding slightly disappointed. Hermione gave her a kiss on the cheek and plodded downstairs to the couch. Now her secret was out, and the person she loved didn't even know what to say. With a sigh, she laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Downstairs on the couch, Hermione dealt with her own inner struggles. She knew that a relationship with another girl, her best friend, was totally wrong in the view of adults. Not so much with other girls her age, as she'd seen her fair share of girls making out in a bathroom stall or a secret passageway at Hogwarts. Times were changing, and these "wild" new ideas were slowly becoming more acceptable. Did she actually need a relationship, though? Would Ginny distract her from her studies? Would loving Ginny blind her in the battles to come? Voldemort was still at large, and the Death Eaters were growing in number. Did she have the time to devote her attention to a lover? Was she ready for this? Hermione shook her head. She was tired of thinking, tired of questioning everything, tired of deciding whether things were in her own best interest. She decided to just do it for once. Throwing off her blanket, she once again ascended the stairs, knocking quietly on Ginny's door.

Author's Note: Aww another cliffie, I'm so evil. Don't hate me too much :P