Ginny's feelings.

My life is Hell. I know what you're thinking. Every teenage girl says that at one point or another. But seriously, mine is.

You know how most girls grow up, find some guy they like, get married and have bundles of kids? That plan generally seems to work. Worked for Mum and Dad.

Well apparently that plan wasn't good enough for me. I had to go and like Harry Potter. Then I got possessed by a stupid dead guy who tried to kill him.

After that things went splendidly.

Until I figured out I didn't like him. Until I figured out I didn't like boys. Until I figured out I liked Hermione.

Can you see my problem, or do I need to spell it out?

I finally got the nerve to tell her. That was yesterday.

"Um, Hermione, c-can I talk to you?" Merlin, I sound like Ron. That's another problem as you can bet.

"Oh, sure Ginny."

Hermione is so nice! Is it any wonder I like her?

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Um...well...see... Ireallylikeyou."

"Um, sorry, did you say you really like me?" There was something akin to disgust on her face and I felt fear wrench my gut. I nodded and the disgust intensified.

"Ginny, that's gross and wrong!"

Before I could stop her, she was running into the kitchen where my mom and Dad were. I burst into the room in time to hear the end of her story.

Oh Fuck.

My mom was looking at me with disappointment. Dad didn't seem to care, and Ron and Harry shared Hermione's disgusted expression.

Only Hermione's face no longer projected disgust, but grim satisfaction. I had handed her my heart and she had gleefully stomped on it.

Tears filled my eyes and I ran up to my room. That was yesterday.

A knock sounded on my door. I lifted my face from my pillow to see Mum enter.

"Hello Ginny."

"Hi Mum." Bye Mum. I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it. You're going to try and fix my problems by sending me to a counselor.

"Your father and I have set up accomidations for you with a nearby counselor."

Told you. Acutally I heard them talking about it last night.

"Mum, that's not going to fix anything. It won't change the way I feel."

She stroked my hair as I collasped on the pillows. "Do you really still want her after what she did?"

Did I? I don't know.

"Ginny, your father and I don't want to make you change who you love, but perhaps you're turning this way after what happened."

Oh yes, Mum, bring up that sordid affair. But I knew she wouldn't. No one ever did.

"It's only for six months. If you still believe you don't need it, you can come home after that."

I sighed.

"Sure Mum."

"I'll be up to help you pack later. You leave early friday."

She got up and started out the door. Well it couldn't be that bad. After all, what's the worst that could happen?

"By the way, GInny. Your counselor is Draco Malfoy."

That.

"Try to be nice to him. He's had it rough."

God help me.

(A/N: In case you couldn't tell, I switched to Ginny's POV. Next chap will go to Hermione's. Well we got a little angst, and a fair deal of humor. Hope you liked! Thanks to all who reviewed! To KamquatBanana- disaster is forth coming! lots of it! Evil laugh! To CCoLoMBiAnMaMi11- thanks again! I promise to read some of your stuff in a minute here.)