AN: Since this chapter is different, I wasn't sure if I should post this here or as a separate drabble all together, but here won, because in the end it's still a Ron and Hermione centred chapter. I hope you like it.

PS. Whether I'm writing with British or Unitedstatian [I'll elaborate on this later] spelling the word centred/centered is weird...

My Daft Brother?

"Hermione, can we talk?" asked her red haired friend.

"Sure, just let me finish this essay."

"Oh, okay."

"Don't make that face I'm almost done." She added smiling. A couple of minutes later Hermione rolled up her parchment with a satisfied smile. "What's up Gin?"

"Er…"

"Ginny?"

"Are we really friends or am I your friend's sister? Because I like to think of you as a friend, but…" she broke off.

"Of course we're friends" Hermione couldn't help smiling at her. "What makes you ask that?"

"N-Nothing, forget about it" she gave a feeble smile.

Hermione arched an eyebrow.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Look at you like what?"

"Like that, like you can see right through me. It's weird."

"Then tell me what's wrong."

"I have nothing to say."

"You're the one that wanted to talk, remember?"

"Why don't we forget I ever said anything."

"You know you can tell me anything right? Whatever you need Gin, I mean it."

"I-I …"

"It's okay, if you don't want to talk about it you don't have to, but remember I'm here if you ne-" but before she could finish her statement Ginny cut her off.

"Doyoufancyhim?" she blurted out.

"I'm sorry?"

"Do you fancy him?" she repeated slowly, ears turning pink

"Do I fancy whom, exactly?" Hermione asked back, a blush creeping on her cheeks.

"Um, Harry, of course."

Hermione let out a chuckle "Harry? Seriously?" she continued laughing. Once she noticed the look on Ginny's face she stifled her laughter. "Oh, wait, you're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Me and Harry? Ginny, that's barmy! He's like my brother." She gave a shudder "Even talking about the possibility of it feels wrong."

After a moment of silence Hermione spoke again.

"Do you fancy Harry? Oh, what am I saying of course you do!"

"What! N-No I d-don't."

"Oh, please! If you didn't you would've asked, now would you?"

"Touché"

Another comfortable silence fell upon them.

"So who do you fancy?"

"…" Ginny looked up at Hermione who seemed to be deep in a daydream.

"Hermione?" She decided to follow her friend's eyes that were focused on something on the other side of the common room. "What on Earth are you looking at? There's nothing there except Harry and..."

"…"

"Ron" Ginny said in a lowered tone. "You fancy Ron!"

"I-I do n-not"

"Really? Then why are you blushing?"

"…"

"You, the most brilliant witch of our time, fancy that?" she said pointing to her brother, who at the moment was doing an imitation of Snape.

"He's not that bad" she said in a barely heard whisper.

"Hermione," now it was Ginny's turn to arch her brow.

"What, Snape did do that on our class"

"I don't mean that, he does really good impressions, although I will deny it 'till the day I day. I mean really, him, my daft brother?"

"I don't know what to say Gin, it just happened."

"Nah, don't apologise. Come to think of it, you guys would be good for each other."

"We would, wouldn't we?"

"Okay, stop, that's disgusting" They both giggled.

AN 2: So here I want to clarify that Ginny was a tad apprehensive about asking Hermione about if she fancied Harry or not, because they aren't really best friends yet. [That's why Ginny asks if they are really friends or not] Anyway I wasn't planning on posting this today, but I needed something to look forward to, and by this I mean your feedback, because I'm still a tad angry about something I saw on the news, but I won't trouble you about that. [That's what the blog that I really don't use is for!]

Anyway [again], I hope this chappy wasn't too bad. I can clearly say it's not my best. More [hopefully good ones] to come!