Hey guys I know that it's taken forever for me to post something but with finals and all that there was little time to actually sit down and write. Now that I'm on break for two weeks I'm gonna try to post a few chapters. Anyway here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it. It's not all that long but I thought that it was needed. Alright on to the story.

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling I just play around with her characters and world.

Dinner had passed with the buzz of the ball and all were intently discussing it as they made their way to their common rooms. Though they were all thrilled for something new they had tired themselves out with their classes and assignments. Many opted to turn in for the evening including a long-haired ginger and her brunette best friend.

"Oh goodness, Hermione I'm so excited. This is going to be so much fun." Hermione was brushing her hair out as she heard Ginny chattering from her bed that sat next to hers. She could understand her friend's eagerness to attend the ball. If she were honest with herself, she was looking forward to it as well, seeing as she could be whoever she wanted and no one would know.

"So am I Gin. This ball will be good for everyone. McGonagall has a point. Even though the war is over people still divide themselves a bit according to houses."

"Come on, Hermione you don't expect everyone to just get along. I mean some Death Eater's kids still go here." Ginny exclaimed.

Parvati tossed in her bed causing the girls to speak quieter.

"True but that doesn't mean that they're like their parents. Take Malfoy for example. When it really mattered he changed sides and fought with us. He even turned in his own father when Lucius fled the battle."

"You can't honestly be defending Malfoy after everything that he did to you in the past." Ginny sat up straight at what she heard Hermione say.

"I'm not saying I've forgiven him completely but he deserves another change. He gave up everything he knew when he joined our side. Doesn't that merit a second chance?" Hermione set her brush down and got under the covers.

"I suppose." Ginny answered also settling under her covers. "But he's still a sleazy prat."

"I never said he wasn't," replied Hermione. She turned out the lights and started to doze off when Ginny spoke again.

"Hermione, I have a question for you."

"Hmm what is it?" Hermione mumbled having already settled into bed.

"Why are you still not with my idiot brother?"

At this Hermione sat straight up and stared at Ginny in shock, though the ginger couldn't tell since it was dark without the light.

"What makes you think that you're brother and I would be together?"

"Oh come off it, Hermione." Ginny stayed lying down as though it were no big deal. "You and Ron have been crazy about each other for years. If I were to guess I would say you both started fancying each other since the famous Viktor Krum incident in fourth year."

Hermione didn't say anything.

"I would have thought that with the war going on one of you would have gotten the courage to take a chance. Guess I was wrong." She pulled her covers up higher and rolled on her side as though the conversation was over.

"Gin, it's not as easy as all that." Hermione started to wring her hands in nervousness.

She hadn't been expecting Hermione to admit to her feelings and told her as much when she sat up and gawked at her.

"What's the point when you already know? It's not like I would be able to hide it for much longer."

"Wow Hermione finally admitting it. I'm proud of you," Ginny joked. "Alright since you admitted it then what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know, Gin… I want to tell him but I still don't think I'm his type." She started to pick at her sheets for the invisible lint.

"Alright Ron's type is bushy brown hair, brown eyes, and loves reading for hours. Know anyone who fits that description?" Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled all the same.

"I was going to tell him the night we came back to Hogwarts for the final battle, but…" Her voice faded away.

"But?" Ginny urged.

"But the moment pasted." She paused. "It was because of something he said… We were wondering how to get some of the younger students to safety and then he said we'd forgotten someone."

"Who?" Quite intrigued with the story.

"The house elves. He said that there shouldn't be any more Dobby's. That we couldn't order them to die for us." Hermione smiled at the memory. "I know it's not the most romantic thing in the world but for him to say it…. It made me love him so much that I felt like I was going to explode. After all the years of mocking me for defending house elves' rights he finally understood what I meant. I just wanted to snog him senseless. But when I finally got the courage to do it there was blast in the hall and we had to get back to the battle."

"Then why don't you do just that? Walk up to him and kiss him. I highly doubt that he'd be stupid enough to shove you away, considering he's been head over heels for you for years."

Both were so enthralled with their conversation they didn't notice their other roommate glaring at them, who wasn't as intrigued with the story as they were.

"Alright you two need to shut it and go to bed!" exclaimed Pavarti who had finally had enough of their evening chat. "Hermione listen to Ginny will you. Just kiss that red headed dimwit and get it over with so we don't have to watch you two dance around each other for another year." With that she pulled the covers over her head and attempted to get some sleep again.

Her little outburst left both girls gapping at their roommate. Glancing quickly at each other they couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. Ginny was able to compose herself first.

"Alright let's get some sleep Hermione. Good night."

"Night, Gin." Both girls settled down and were drifting off to sleep, but before drifting off completely Hermione whispered, "Does he really fancy me?" She wasn't saying it to anyone in particular it was just a question she wanted to hear out in the open.

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