Wow. I know. I'm sorry. You all probably hate me. It's been weeks. I am so sorry, but between rehearsals, practice, school AND homework, I've just had no time to update! I'm on spring break now though (wooo!) so I'll hopefully update once or twice more while I'm out of school.:)

This chapter is going to be pretty short, but it's not because I'm lazy, it's just how I wanted it to end. There will be another chapter very soon though – hopefully in the next couple of days. Once again, thank you all sooo much for reading!

"Ginny!" said Hermione with a smile. "What are you doing here?"

Ginny shook her head. "No – no, Hermione, what are you doing here?!" She ran up to Hermione and grabbed her best friend's arms with a confused expression.

"I went to pick up some more books, and then thought I'd get ice cream. You know, it's such a nice night out – "

Ginny promptly cut her off. "But Mione, where were you last night?!"

Hermione laughed. "Oh, well...I sort of just fell asleep in the garden."

Ginny took a step back and raised and eyebrow. "Oh really? You just fell asleep? By yourself?"

"Um...yeah." Hermione bit her lip. "Well, I mean, I was with Ronald. But we...we didn't...Ginny, don't look at me like that..."

"You're lying," Ginny spat. "My best friend lost her virginity and she won't even fucking tell me?!"

Hermione put a reassuring hand on Ginny's shoulder and took a breath to rebuff her shrieks, but Ginny was already flaming. "How could you?! Is this just not a big deal to you?! I'm your best fucking friend, Hermione!"

"Ginny, stop yelling!"
"Stop lying!"

"Shut up, Ginny!"

"How dare you!"

"GINNY!" Hermione's voice was a ruthless shriek, making Ginny's words stop dead in her tracks. "Just because you're not mature enough to understand doesn't mean you have to act like a little girl!"

That left Ginny speechless. It took every ounce of self-control left within her not to pull out her wand and hex her right there. Instead, she just turned on her heel and stormed out of the shop.

How dare she? Ginny fumed, practically running people over on her way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Immature?

Sure, Ginny was young. But she was in love, just like Hermione. She felt the same mature feelings. Just because she didn't lie about sex didn't mean that she was immature.

"Ugh!" Ginny heard herself groan out loud as she pushed open the door of the pub, heading straight for the stairs and taking them two at a time. Just because Hermione and Ron slept together now means that Hermione's all high and mighty? How dare she think that. How dare she think she was better than Ginny at anything.

Ginny rapped on the door so hard that her knuckles stung, and the door was immediately opened by Harry. And as soon as his face appeared in the doorway, Ginny was on top of him, lips on his neck, pushing him to the bed, climbing on top of him, tearing off each other's clothes.

Who's the mature one now, Hermione Granger?