A/N: This is inspired by To All the Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han (Not a real crossover). Beta'd by the lovely dtfbensolo! Any mistakes after are my own. I have the story completed, and will update once a week.

"I'm going to miss you this year," Hermione said to the red-head sitting across the room from her.

Ginny nodded as she continued to throw random things into her trunk. "You'll be fine. Besides, a change of pace will be nice for you! Maybe with Ron and I not returning to Hogwarts, you'll find time to have some fun," she said with a smile.

Hermione looked up with a scowl. "Okay, that's a bit rude. I have fun."

"Please, chasing Voldemort with my brother and my boyfriend for the last seven years doesn't count as fun."

"That's not all I did," Hermione mumbled.

"And spending all your free time in the library doing homework, doesn't count either. I'm talking about going out on dates, snogging, maybe even a good shag. You're always reading those smutty muggle books. Why not actually go out there and get you some?" Ginny said with a wink.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I prefer to read about it."

Ginny shook her head and threw one of the said books to her. "Believe me when I say that the real thing is so much better than the fantasy," she added with a smirk.

Hermione shook her head. "Gross, Ginny! I don't want to hear about your escapades with Harry, he's my best friend."

Ginny's smirk faltered as she returned to her packing. "Anyway, promise me you'll try to do something actually fun this year, Miss Head Girl."

"That's exactly why I shouldn't do something fun."

"Oh for Merlin's sake. It's your final year, LIVE A LITTLE. The last time you really had a boyfriend, he left. I would have jumped Viktor Krum's bones."

"I wouldn't really call that a boyfriend. Viktor and I kissed a little after the Yule ball, and then he just watched me study after that; which I found odd."

"Hermione…I'm begging you. Try to find something or someONE fun to do this year!"

Hermione sighed as she stood up and stretched. "My best girl friend is forgoing her last year to play for the Holyhead Harpies. My two best guy friends are also going in separate directions. Ron, is going straight into Auror training, and Harry is going to be grumpy because he'll be missing you while at Hogwarts with me. How am I supposed to be having fun this year?"

Ginny smiled and put her hand on the older girl's shoulders. "Simple. Meet new people."

Hermione scoffed and pulled Ginny into a hug.

A few hours later, Hermione smiled at all the Weasleys gathered at the table with Harry. They had to eat outside as the dining room was too little to fit them all. Harry and Ron sat across from her and Ginny while the other Weasleys were spread out along the big long table. Arthur had just finished with a speech about how they would all go separate ways tomorrow. Some returning to Hogwarts, some going to their new jobs, and some just going back to work. However, they would all be Weasleys.

Harry was telling Ginny about his plans to visit over every holiday and Ginny was acting odd, if Hermione could put her attitude towards him in one word. She was avoiding his eye contact, being dismissive about his plans, and she just kept pushing her food around. Hermione wasn't sure what was going on with her.

Ron was talking about Hermione coming to see him over holidays and Hermione kept telling him she still hadn't decided. They had kissed at the battle of Hogwarts, but Ron had told Hermione after that it was a spur of the moment thing. Hermione agreed, saying it was nothing more than that for her as well. However, since then it seemed like Ron might want something more. Hermione didn't. She had at one point, but not now. After their kiss, she wrote her feelings of love into a letter, and stored it in her bag. She didn't think any more about him, at least in that way.

Hermione has written a letter for every time she had a crush that was so powerful she couldn't contain it any other way. She would write all her feelings down, and then bury them deep inside her beaded bag where no one else could find them. She had written five in total. One for Viktor Krum, after their kiss in 4th year. One for Cormac Mclaggen after they went to Slughorn's party, although Hermione admitted later that was a mistake. One for Ron Weasley, who had been Hermione's biggest crush over the years. One for Harry Potter, which had been her most recent, and shortest lived, as she quickly realized her love for him was not romantic and he started dating Ginny. The last one was to someone who she should never have feelings for, and would never tell anyone about.

"Ginny, I was wondering if I could come watch your game over the Christmas holidays. What do you think?"

Ginny sighed as she put down her fork and finally looked up to him. "Harry, can we talk? Somewhere private?"

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and nodded. "Yeah, of course."

Hermione watched the pair go back into the Burrow and wondered what they could possibly be talking about. It wasn't long before she would find out, but seeing them leave left her with a bad feeling.

"Do you know what's up with that?" Ron asked and Hermione was almost impressed he was able to notice something off. Hermione shook her head, "No." Ron just shrugged.

Hermione was woken up later that evening when Ginny came into her room and unceremoniously flopped on the bed they shared. "I broke up with Harry," she said into the pillow so it was muffled.

"WHAT!?"

Ginny sighed and sat up on her elbows, "I broke up with Harry."

"I heard you, but why?"

"Because I don't want to do the long-distance relationship thing."

"So you knew you were going to the Harpies two months ago, and you're just now doing it?"

Ginny rubbed her face and shrugged. "It didn't really hit me until a couple days ago that we wouldn't really be together. When you three were on the run last year, and all I could do was miss Harry, I realized that wasn't fair to him. Who knows, if we're meant to be we'll get back together."

Hermione shook her head. "Wow…I never thought that would happen. You've been obsessed with him ever since I could remember."

Ginny glared. "I wasn't obsessed with him. It's called a crush. It's normal to have crushes. Something you'll never learn if you keep reading those books."

"I've had crushes thank you very much."

"Yeah, just like I've seen the Crumple-Horned Snorkack, " Ginny said sarcastically.

Hermione sighed as she turned her back to the red-head. "And with that, I'm going to bed."

"Hermione, I'm sorry, I'm just a little sad. I just don't want to go off and become a quidditch star while having a boyfriend. Specifically the boy who killed Voldemort, I just want to shine on my own for once."

Hermione nodded, but didn't say anything else and soon fell asleep.

"Did you know?"

Hermione looked up from her textbook to her best friend sitting across from her. "No, I didn't know about it, Harry." She said not needing to know what he was asking about. They had been on the train all of twenty minutes before he asked her about Ginny.

"I just figured since you spent so much time together, she would have said something." He said pushing his glasses back on his face.

Hermione gave him a sympathetic smile. "If I had, I probably would have given you a hint. I'm sorry."

Harry nodded and shrugged. "It is what it is, I guess. She made her decision and I can't do anything about it now. Just sucks."

"I know Harry. You know I'm here for you though."

Harry grinned and nodded. "I know, I'm happy you're here with me this year. I wouldn't have returned if you didn't. I would've gone on to join the Auror training."

Hermione nodded. "I'm glad you're going back with me as well," she said with a small smile. Ever since the defeat of Voldemort, Harry was a little more open with his feelings. Hermione figured it was because of all the people he had lost without being able to tell them how he felt, this was his way of coping with the whole thing.

It was about a week later that Hermione's life as she knew it changed. The Friday of her first week back at Hogwarts she was sitting and studying at the black lake with Luna Lovegood when she heard someone call her name. Well, rather her last name. "Why is Draco Malfoy calling for you?" Luna wondered aloud.

Hermione looked up from her essay to see none other than Draco Malfoy walking up to her and motioning her over. "I have absolutely no idea," she said, not moving from her spot.

"Granger, may I have a word with you in private?" He asked once he was close enough. Hermione raised her eyebrow and shook her head. "Luna and I are studying right now, Malfoy," she replied, determined not to go anywhere with Malfoy.

"Then I guess I'll just have to ask you what this is about in front of Lovegood. But I must say that this seems quite private," he said as he pulled out what looked like rolled up parchment from his pocket. Around it was a lavender colored ribbon Hermione recognized immediately. But there was no way he could have that. She stood up really quickly and pulled him away from Luna.

"Where did you get that?" She asked in a sharp whisper.

"Granger, you owled it to me this morning," he drawled with boredom.

"I did no such thing! I would never send that to you," she said, shaking her head. There was no possible way he could have it, it was buried in her bag alone with tons of other things. No one knew about them.

"Listen Granger, from what I can remember about that kiss..it was good, but…"

"Wait, just stop talking," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to think about how he could have it.

"Granger, if you would listen to me, I just want to say something."

"Malfoy, just give it back to me," she said, holding her hand out to him, palm outstretched. Hermione looked over his shoulder as she noticed someone else stalking toward her. What really caught her attention was the rolled up parchment tied with a red ribbon in his hand. Her heart dropped.

Coming toward her was Harry Potter, the recipient of one of her letters, and it was in his hand. Her eyes widened as she started panicking. Hermione looked around before she did something completely stupid.

"Sorry," she said as she grabbed Malfoy's necktie to pull the ungodly tall man toward her. She captured his lips in a kiss just before Harry got to them.

It was evident that Malfoy was surprised. The kiss was over before he could react.

Hermoine patted him on the chest, muttered a thanks and then ran past Harry and back into the castle. She ran until she couldn't anymore, ending up in the second floor girls' lavatory. She ran into one of the stalls and finally let herself breathe. Although that didn't last long before someone was knocking on the door to her stall.

"Hermione? You're in there, right? I saw you run in here and thought you might want this back." She looked down to another parchment with an orange ribbon tied around it. It was the one she had written for Cormac. She picked it up and unlocked the stall door.

There stood Cormac with a small smile, "sorry, I just thought it was pretty private and I got the feeling you didn't really want me to have that. It was flattering to get it though. I have to ask, you know I'm gay, right?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly. "Uh, yeah, of course I did." She did not, however, know that.

"I mean, I'm out and proud, but not a lot of blokes here you know?"

Hermione nodded. "Thanks, for bringing it back," she said with a small smile.

Cormac nodded and put a hand on her shoulder. "No problem Hermione. It was a beautiful letter," he added with a wink before exiting the bathroom.

Hermione let the massive breath she had held in and crumpled to a lump on the floor.

"Well that was awkward."

Hermione turned to the ghost floating right behind her and shook her head. "Yeah…agreed, Myrtle," she muttered.