Ginny's POV
"Hermione?!" the dreadful sound echoes throughout the still and silent room. You have to be shitting me.
"Hermione? You- you're… with my sister?" Ron trips over his words as the weight of the situation hits him with full force right to his fragile heart. I swear everyone in the room can hear his heart breaking.
"Ron, I-" Hermione tries, but he cuts her off. "Just save it, Hermione. I searched every where for you two because when I noticed you weren't in the Great Hall, I was genuinely worried. I went to the common room, the library, every obvious place one would look. Then I remembered that you two would always come up here. I never knew what you did here but now I'm just… I wish I didn't."
He glances over at us once more before he turns and leaves without another word. Is he crying? I'm pretty sure he is.
"Should I… or should you? I mean, should we go find him?" Hermione timidly threw the question out.
"I think it would be best to give him some time."
I know he is her best friend and she loves him as nothing more or less than that. I also know that she'd never want to lose him. Everyone always thought they'd end up together, I guess even Ron.
"Ginny, are you okay?" She places her hand on my shoulder, tearing me away from my thoughts. I stare into her eyes for a minute before speaking.
"Are you?" I ignore her question and direct it towards her instead because this is a lot harder for her. People choose their friends, but they can't choose their family.
"I'm just worried, you know. He is one of my best friends. Actually, I think him and Harry are the only true friends I've ever had."
"Excuse me?" I say half jokingly, although it did kind of hurt.
"Oh, Gin. You're so much more than my best friend. You are my everything." She tosses that killer smile my way and my whole body catches fire. She knows that with just one glimpse of those pearly whites I'm a goner. Slowly, tortuously the brainy beauty moves closer. She leans in and I close my eyes keeping perfectly still, just waiting to feel her lips on mine. Then I don't feel them. Her hot, rushed breaths flow across my ear as she whispers into it, "I think it's about time for me to find out that password."
I'd say so… and it better happen soon.