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A/N: It's written before the 7th book so forget pretty much anything that happened in that one.
Hopefully there aren't too many mistakes – though I'm sure there are.
Anyway reviews are always appreciated and again I hope you enjoy it.
Again originally edited by The Girl Of Many Fandoms but since I've gone over and changed things anything wrong with it is me again.
Ok on with chapter 6
"Right, well like I said, we need to talk," said Hermione, completely serious.
"Oh, right... you know, we could not talk about it – you know just forget it," said Ginny, conflicted between wanting to talk it over, and not wanting Hermione to use the line of 'let's just be friends again' or something of a similar nature.
"No – I really think we should talk about this, get it all sorted out, so we can go back to normal around each other-"
"But that's the thing - we can't – every time I do something you're going to think why? And every time you do something I'm going to think why?" said Ginny, bluntly cutting off Hermione's idea.
"Well – we still need to talk about it and sort this whole thing out," said Hermione. "We can't go around living with each other if you're going to basically ignore me whenever I'm in a room with you."
"I don't," mumbled Ginny, who knew this was a complete lie and she hadn't really wanted to see how Hermione reacted to the situation, and the fact that she was worried about what she would do if she was in a room with Hermione.
"Right... so you haven't been trying to spend as little time with me as possible? It just happened that way?" said Hermione, raising her eyebrows at Ginny.
"Ok, so maybe I've been avoiding you, but you haven't exactly made any effort," said Ginny harshly.
"I did!" said Hermione, defending herself. "When you first told me I tried to sort it out... and you just attacked me!" said Hermione shrilly
"Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly planning on telling you – let alone yelling it at you!" said Ginny, starting to tear up.
"Well, it hasn't exactly been easy street for me either!" said Hermione, bluntly countering Ginny. "How do you think I felt? You're one of my best friends and I find something like that out, you've got to give me a chance to react or think of something to say, and everything that happened has been running through my head, I miss talking to you, I miss hanging around you..."
"Yeah... well, it's been a hell of a lot harder on me! Since Ron's blaming me for your bad moods, and your crying and whatnot, I mean, that's stupid, you have no reason to be like that! You're not the one who's left as second best, you've got Ron and you'll always have Ron – always!" Ginny took a break here to try to regain her composure. "And what do I have? A friend who doesn't want me, who's off with my brother..." Ginny said bitterly, looking to the ground and a few tears dropped from her eyes, as she was trying desperately not to cry.
"Ginny, you know I care about you... it's just not like that, not like- well, with Ron," said Hermione, trying to soften the blow for Ginny.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's only a 'friends' thing," said Ginny, who couldn't hold back her tears, and they poured out from her eyes, making them a bloodshot red.
"Ginny...look, stop," said Hermione, as she pulled Ginny into a hug. "I really need to sort some things out by myself about this, like how I feel... it's very different for me, I've never had this happen before-"
"Oh yeah, because this has happened to me so many times before..." said Ginny sarcastically.
"Well, it could have... I mean you might have liked Luna, or those Gryffindor girls in your year," said Hermione hesitantly.
"Yeah, 'cause then, of course I would be reacting how I am..." Ginny continued with her tone of sarcasm.
"Look, would you stop with the sarcasm," said Hermione huffily. "I just thought maybe..."
"No, never before," said Ginny quickly, blushing and looking down.
"Oh... ok..." said Hermione, not knowing what else to say so the two girls sat in silence.
Ginny broke the silence. "So, um... yeah, I'm just going to go... see you at dinner or something," and Ginny quickly stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Hermione to sit on the bed and watch her with a baffled expression on her face.
Ginny was now halfway down the stairs outside her room, she continued down the creaking stairs and walked outside, to the lake hidden from the rest of the house, she didn't know why it seemed so peaceful to her... it just was, it wasn't anything special or beautiful- there were over grown shrubs and weeds everywhere, but it was her place, she was pretty sure no one had been there before other than her, she found it one day when hiding from her brothers, they were trying to convince her to be the bludger for the Quidditch game, but she had seen what they did to her puffskein (A/N:some creature that was in the second harry potter game) so she ran off to hide, 'till she knew they would be inside, eating the food their Mum had made for them.
Ginny mentally slapped herself, she realised she had left her diary in the room, she should have taken it from there, now would definitely be a good time to write her feelings down... although she wasn't quite sure what she would write as she couldn't express it. She might have just scribbled in it... or stabbed it, or maybe wrote 'Arrrrrggghh!' to express her frustration since, she couldn't really figure out exactly what she was feeling, sadness, emptiness, angriness, loneliness, and guiltiness. Ron would probably think it was impossible to feel all those things.
But Hermione would be good to talk to – if all the feelings didn't have to do with her, that is. But of course life couldn't be easy, she couldn't have just continued to like Harry... noooo, she had to like her best friend, and her brothers best friend, or girlfriend? She wasn't too sure at the moment. She hoped it wasn't the latter, as she had already shed too many tears over the whole thing, and was beginning to again. She needed to get past this, get over it – some way or another, but she knew this wouldn't happen, as she had been trying so hard to get over it, to continue to like Harry, but it just wasn't working.
The red head girl decided she should probably get back, her Mum was probably worried sick about her, and she didn't want to worry her Mum, plus, it was pretty dark, you could see the stars all twinkling at her, as if they were winking, smiling or blinking at her. Ginny got up slowly, and dragged her feet along the ground while walking back to the Burrow, and kicking some unsuspecting grass along the way.
"Ginny!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley. "Where have you been?" she said while getting a plate out for her daughter.
"Oh um- I was just outside – you know in the yard..." said Ginny trailing off. "Oh, and Mum, don't worry about getting me a plate, I'm beat, I just want to go to sleep - night everyone," said Ginny, and faked a yawn while walking up the stairs, but she wasn't actually tired, she just wanted to go lay in her bed in darkness, she climbed into the bed, and laid her head down on her pillow, and began to cry again when she heard footsteps on the stairs. Ginny wiped away her tears and stayed still.
"Hey, Ginny? You still up?"
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