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Hermione rounded the corner to the library, she had decided to arrive slightly earlier than Ginny to get a start on a few of her own assignments, but little did the brunette know today she would have no such luck.

"'Mione" Ginny chimed in as she watched the older Witch traipse right past toward her favorite spot in the library. Hermione jumped a little, she really didn't expect Ginny to be early, it wasn't quite in the Weasley blood to be on time.

"Gin, I didn't think you would be here already!" Hermione said excitedly as she turned on one heel and paced back towards her friend. She eyed the stack of books Ginny had already started collecting, "Saving time Gin? I try to get all my references out at the start of a session too" Hermione explained almost getting carried away.

Ginny cut her off "ah, not exactly, I thought that well, maybe we could study by the lake today"

Hermione's smiled faded slightly and Ginny broke into a small laugh, she could see the older witch trying to reason with the idea but it wasn't proving successful "oh" Hermione said "Well, I guess we could but the Libra..."

"Mione, sometimes you are so predictable" Ginny laughed "For someone with your brain you really don't understand spontaneity, No it's not logical, but I thought it might be nice, its a perfect day outside"

"Hmmm, well, you are right it's not logical really, there is a whole library in here, but if you think it could help you study slightly better, I suppose we could venture out" Hermione nodded slightly and finally gave in to the younger girl "It's fine, I'm sure we can work it out"

Ginny smiled "We could take an extra stack of books with us as well as spare parchment, just in case we decide to continue on, past charms"

"Really, do you want me to grab" Hermione started but Ginny once again cut her off.

"'Mione I was joking, we are sticking to the schedule of one subject per session. Of course I don't want to study more than I have to" with that Ginny tugged on Hermione's robe and lead her to the door "come on, I'll never get you out of here otherwise"

The two girls followed the partly cobbled path down to the Great lake, it was a clear day and slightly unseasonal, but neither were complaining. The grounds were full of students all with the same idea of getting out and about in the fleeting weather "I'm so glad you suggested this Gin, I have been studying so much, I really honestly have forgotten to leave the castle for more than a few minutes at a time" Hermione smiled at the younger witch, her eyes sincere.

"What can I say, I'm not just a pretty face" Ginny joked.

"I agree with you there Gin" Hermione concurred "Though if you keep leading us out and away from the library your pretty face may be all you have to work with"

"Should have seen that one coming" Ginny replied as the girls approached the lake and sat under Ginny's favorite tree.

"What should we start with?" Ginny asked, trying to sound somewhat excited about spending such a glorious day with a bunch of books. There was one positive though, she did get to sit with Hermione without Harry and Ron hanging about.

"Well I thought we could start with Transfiguration and specifically the 'Inanimatus Conjurus Spell'" Hermione said simply.

"Just easing me into it I see Hermione" Ginny said sarcastically.

"I'm not going to make you perform it Gin" Hermione handed Ginny an open chapter "Read through this, it's a scenario clearly, but part of it is dreadfully wrong, you just need to identify the main error and then how you would correct it or avoid it"

"Alright" Ginny agreed setting her mind to work.

A little while later Hermione broke the silence "So what do you think Gin? I didn't want to rush you, it is a little perplexing"

"Huh oh, sorry 'Mione, I was just thinking about the lake" Ginny said sounding a little dazed.

"Gin" Hermione sighed sounding slightly frustrated "This is why libraries are places of study, and Great Lakes are places for getting lost in your own thoughts" The older girl couldn't help but blush a little as her words fell out of her mouth.

"Who is helping you get lost in thought Miss Granger?" Ginny couldn't help herself; Hermione was always leaving herself open to this kind of mocking.

"No one Gin, now answer me" Hermione chided.

"I heard that the Merpeople were pretty vicious to you, during the Triwizard Cup" Ginny stated getting lost deeper in the lake "It must have been pretty intense being down there, I think about that a lot, about you being stuck with noway out, and I trust Harry and all but.."

"I wasn't conscious Gin and besides Dumbledore wouldn't have placed us down there unless he thought it would be OK in the end" Hermione reasoned.

"I dunno 'Mione, I don't think Dumbledore is always about doing things with safety as priority" Ginny explained a look of amusement crossed the redhead's face.

"Hmm, point taken" The brunette agreed, the youngest Weasley had a point, and Hermione had been feeling it more and more as the year wore on.

"You know I also heard that you and Vi.." Ginny started.

"Gin, enough, you are so far off track it's not funny" Hermione's voice slightly strained under the weight of her statement "Can you please give me your thoughts on your chapter?"

"Oh yeah, right well, the spell should have been cast to take into account the life like properties that the petrified wood once had, I assume the spell was cast to intensely hence why the wood exploded instead of springing to life as a wooden doll" Ginny stated a little sheepishly.

"Exactly" Hermione was pleasantly surprised "You are exactly right Gin, well done, that even took Harry a few goes to understand"

"Must be my logic" Ginny mocked giving Hermione a slight nudge.

"Possibly, well more than likely yes Gin, that's great though, maybe you won't need as much time with me as I first thought" Hermione said confidently.

"Oh, well I don't know 'Mione, I could have just been lucky, who knows? I don't want to run the risk of now passing though" Ginny was quick to add. The truth was Ginny didn't want to miss out on any extra time with Hermione, even if it was to study, even if it was just books, she loved Hermione being so attentive towards her.

"Should we move on?" Hermione Asked.

"Sure" Ginny agreed. For the moment she was happy.

Ginny climbed the stairs of the Astronomy tower, as she reached the final few steps the cool night air found her face and she took in the smell of the Forbidden Forrest drifting through the grounds. The Redhead had made it a habit of wandering to the astronomy tower lately and with all the study her and Hermione were doing, it was a welcome moment of recluse for the witch. She found clarity in the quiet night sky. Ginny often spent hours up there thinking the time away, she would take her own books, not the ones for class, but the ones about the great Quidditch players before her. But more often than not the youngest Weasley would take her broom up and take flight late at night, pacing around the night sky flying high towards the stars. She would slink back through the castle around midnight after most visits, avoiding the main corridors, and with the help of Harry's invisibility cloak, the redhead was able to journey back to her dorm without being spotted. Ginny hadn't let on to Harry too much of where she was going and Harry had no qualms in letting Ginny take the cloak, as long as she didn't lose it of course.

She had accustomed herself to Filtches general rounds and tonight being a Wednesday, she knew he took a more direct route to the Gryffindor common room. She glanced down over the railing of the tower and spotted Filtch entering through the main doors below, and so Ginny began her lengthy walk around the deserted corridors back to the warmth of her bed.

As Ginny passed along her route she rounded a corner and headed down the seventh floor corridor, as she approached the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and the Ballerina Trolls she could hear a faint grinding sound coming from beside her and in that moment she instantly realised where she was and what the castle had just started to revealed to her. She quickly paced the length of the hall around her, checking to see if any unneeded attention was lurking, nothing though, not even a ghost or Nearly Headless Nick for that matter. As she stopped back in front of the tapestry she watched two large doors carve themselves into the castle wall and Ginny knowingly approached the room of requirement.

As the Redhead entered through the study doors, she allowed the invisibility cloak to drop by her side and she took her time to wander to the centre of the room taking in the significance of its décor. It had been filled with candles just floating mid air, much like the great hall on a few occasions. Ginny could see piles of books scattered throughout the room and upon inspection realised they were all great novels with romantic significance, many purely poetry. Ginny could also see scattered among the candles above her a few bluebell flames that floated in jars. As she approached the centre of the room she could see a single, beautifully crafted, wooden desk shining and reflecting the candle light around her. The writing desk was heavy and sturdy and emulated a 19th century style piece and she could see on each leg that an otter had been carved out and out stretched as if it were swimming towards the top of the desk supporting the huge slab of mahogany.

Ginny inspected a few objects placed on the desk further, picking up a beautiful quill complete with a full pot of ink. The quill was white with a few details carved into the length of it and if Ginny wasn't mistaken it look striking similar to Hermione's wand. Ginny looked further at the desk and found a single stack of parchment embellished simply with gold leaf details. Also on the table lay a small wax stick complete with a small wax pouring pitcher and wax seal stamp with a single 'H' engraved into it.

Ginny knew what she had to do or at least what the room was asking. A little nervously she drew out the desk's matching chair, and sat down on the cream and gold cushioned seat. She pulled the parchment towards her and picked up the quill carful to tap any extra ink from its nib, and with that all the words Ginny had ever wanted to write to Hermione escaped her. She had everything she needed, the most beautiful of rooms, the most perfect of parchment and yet no words would flow, no heartfelt confessions would come.

Ginny sighed; she placed the quill back into its pot of ink. She had no idea what to do. Knowing she really couldn't leave the room until her task was fulfilled she slowly stood and decided to abide by the rooms request and steadily walked towards a small pile of books perched against one of the stone pillars in the room. She pulled out a small copy of 'Shakespeare's Sonnets', it was worn on all four corners and on the inside possessed a small note scrawled in black ink "To my one and only, all the words, all my love". Ginny opened the book hoping it would give her the answer to her pressing problem, but alas it did not. It did however confuse her greatly with lines like "A mind of Dian's this advantage found" and "Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit". Ginny never really understood all of the musing's in Shakespeare, old English was a challenge at the best of times and right now wasn't really the best of times.

She placed Shakespear down and began to look further at the other novels; there lay the stories of Cleopatra and Mark Antony, Paris and Helena, Napoleon and Josephine, Romeo and Juliet, Elizabeth Bennett and Darcy, even Pocahontas and John Smith. Ginny pondered on the titles printed along the worn and thoroughly read books. She was familiar with most of them and as she thought on the stories, it became further apparent that there was a lot of tragedy in these tales. She thought though, that in most, love conquered, love prevailed, love forgave, love just, well, loved.

In that very moment Ginny understood. She knew what the room was trying to explaining to her. "Hogwarts" she whispered to herself "What a truly astonishing place". As Ginny stood she couldn't help but stumble a little due to the pace that she raised to her feet at, she was now a young woman on a mission. As the redhead strode back towards her newly found desk, thoughts were tumbling from her conscious; she was finding her voice in droves. Ginny picked up the quill and began scribbling feverishly, 'I can re-write it' Ginny thought, 'I just need to get it out'.

The time followed Ginny rapidly and before she knew it she had be scrawling away for at least half an hour scribbling and correcting, starting over and over again. it wasn't as perfect as Juliet's explanation of a Rose smelling as sweet, but it was at least from Ginny's heart. As she neared the last of her words on what she felt was the final letter, she heard a small chime from the other end of the room of requirement, she looked up momentarily noting that it was 1am, but continued, as she signed her name G x. She looked to the letter and began to read from the top

Hermione,

Where to start, this of course is unexpected for me and so I'm not quite sure how far to take it. I'm surrounded by so many beautiful novels right now, full of so many courageous people, loving against the odds, defying what they thought was their path and eventually finding their way to their fate.

Maybe part of me, is thinking I have found my own path to my own fate. Even in Hogwarts with all the magic trapped in these walls the coincidence and the lengths of the events I have experienced tonight are uncanny. Traditionally I don't believe that fate is so finite and sealed, but I may believe just a little tonight that it could be.

As typical and cliche as it sounds, it has taken me this long to finally see exactly who has been standing in front of me, this whole time. I adore you Hermione, your wonderful mind, your kindness, your selflessness and sometimes even your more critical words. Above all though, I love how oblivious you are to all your natural charisma and beauty. I'm not going to write you a poem, I'm not even entirely sure if this is a love letter. What I am sure of is that someone or something is telling me that you should know. I'm not really sure where I want this letter to lead, but something has told me to just start and so I have.

Thinking of you more each day,

G x

As Ginny got to the bottom her eyes flicked back to the top of the parchment one more time, 'Not bad' she thought 'Not great either, but it is a start'. But she had spoken too soon. In one moment Ginny's heart began to sink, her words, all her beautiful words started to fade before her.

Ginny had experienced this before with a certain diary, and she couldn't help but feel a small lurch in her stomach "Aparecium" she hissed as she flicked her wand, a hint of dread showing in her voice. Nothing, not a single word reappeared.

The youngest Weasley stood; searching the room for an answer, surely there had to be some explanation for this. Ginny faintly knew that it wasn't a repeat of Tom Riddle's Diary it was all too sweet, but she did know that it was extremely strange and potentially very revealing. What's more, she had no idea where her letter was now if anywhere at all.

Hi all thank you so much for reading this far along! I hope you are enjoying the idea of the story and where it could be building to.