Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
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It was a gorgeous day. Ginny lay in the grass, her fiery hair fanning over Hermione's lap. The fingers that absentmindedly caressed the silky strands left ecstacy in their wake, and the cool breeze drifting off the water made her wonder whether another moment in her life would ever be this perfect.
"You really think he likes me, Gin?"
"You, my dear, drive him insane." She looked up at Hermione from her lap, brown eyes sparkling.
"I guess." The older girl bit her bottom lip, deep in thought. The sight sent a bizzarre sensation through Ginny's body. She tried to ignore it and focus on the conversation.
"So are you gonna go for it?" Her voice stayed light, but everything inside her grew tense. Ron wasn't right for Hermione. She needed someone who was infatuated with more than her physical beauty, someone who could get lost in her incredible mind, someone who noticed the way her eyes closed peacefully when she took a sip of warm tea at breakfast…
"I'm not sure." Hermione paused for a moment, pondering the idea. "Why are you suddenly so interested, anyway?"
The redhead was blushing now. "Well, I might have heard him talking to Harry about you this morning, and I thought I'd better give you some warning. I think he's planning on making some sort of move tonight."
"Tonight?" Hermione looked nervous.
"What's wrong?'
"Well, I sort of, er… there's someone else."
Ginny's heart skipped a beat. She hoped Hermione wouldn't notice the slight flush that had rushed into her cheeks in the moment it took her to seize control of her body's reaction.
"Really? Who?"
"Promise you won't laugh."
"I'll try not to."
"Well, Victor's been following me around some, and he doesn't talk much, but I think he might like me."
"Krum?! You don't even like Quidditch! Why are you interested in him?"
"He seems like a very nice boy."
"Harry and Ron can barely think about anything but flying, and it drives you mad. How do you think you'll like talking to this one?" Hermione reddened noticeably, partially in response to the other girls passion, and partly because she knew Ginny was right.
"I'm not looking for a discussion partner, you know."
The younger girl giggled at this admission. "I know. Just don't sell yourself short, Hermione."
"I'm not looking to offend you, dear, but I don't think your brother can carry on the most stimulating conversations either."
"Did I say you should go with Ron?"
Hermione pondered this for a moment. "No, I guess you never did." Their eyes met for a moment before both turned to watch the lake. They sat that way for a while, neither one feeling a need to break the silence.