Hermione glanced at Luna, who was smiling whimsically, completely unbothered by the odd tension in the room. But when her eyes shifted to Ginny, she saw something different—something that made her heart sink. Ginny wasn't just lost; there was a kind of hopefulness in her gaze, a longing for comfort, maybe even connection.

Hermione wanted to be close to her, to give her the comfort she needed. No, it wasn't love. She wasn't falling for Ginny, but she couldn't deny that what had happened between them in the library had left an impression. She said, "Ginny, we're not alone here…"

Luna, ever the whimsical one, interrupted with a playful smile, "I won't disturb you."

Hermione gave her a friendly but firm look. "Luna…"

But Ginny was already rising from her bed, slipping onto the floor. Her eyes brimmed with conflicted emotions as she looked up at Hermione. "You must think I'm a terrible person," she whispered. "Craving this… right after my brother died."

Hermione moved quickly, shaking her head as she knelt beside Ginny. "No. No, I don't think that at all."

Ginny's vulnerability was laid bare, and Hermione could feel the weight of her pain. They were both lost in this mess of grief and fear, and the lines between comfort and something more were blurring fast.

Ginny sat on the edge of Hermione's bed, her voice trembling. "This is how I cope, Hermione. I need to feel something else, anything but this pain. And right now, I need you."

She placed a gentle hand on Hermione's chest, urging her to lie back. Hermione's breath caught as her head touched the pillow, her top shifting slightly, exposing a hint of her stomach.

Ginny slowly climbed on top of Hermione, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let Luna be. She doesn't mind."

Hermione glanced over at Luna, who watched quietly, her expression unreadable but calm.

Ginny, her eyes filled with a different kind of desperation, leaned down and kissed Hermione's lips softly.

Hermione gently placed her hands on Ginny's shoulders, pushing her back a little. "Ginny, please… stop."

Ginny's eyes shimmered with emotion. "Why? You needed me in the library, Hermione. You reached out to me then. Why can't I need you now?"

Ginny, still wrapped in her frustration and grief, leaned in again, this time with more force. Her teeth grazed Hermione's lip, biting down just enough to draw a sting. Hermione, startled by the sudden aggression, instinctively shoved her back. Ginny tumbled off the bed, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

Hermione touched her lip, feeling the warm trickle of blood. Her voice, laced with both anger and disbelief, erupted. "What is wrong with you, Ginny? You're barely dressed, your brother just died, and all you can think about is this? How can you be acting like this?"

She whipped her head toward Luna, who had been silently observing. "And you—"

Before Hermione could finish, Luna spoke in a small, apologetic voice. "I'm sorry. I'll just… go to sleep now."

Ginny stood up, rubbing her elbow where she had fallen, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pain. "You're a cruel witch, Hermione. The Granger Bitch."

Hermione, still seething, shot back, "Well, I certainly didn't give you what you wanted, did I?"

Ginny, her hands now tangled in her hair, shook her head. "Stop it! I don't want to talk to you."

Hermione averted her gaze. Ginny, in her frustration, hastily grabbed her nightgown and slipped it over her body, tying it with sharp, angry movements. "I wish the Dementors had taken me instead of Ron," she muttered bitterly, "then I wouldn't have to deal with you."

Hermione remained silent, her own anger simmering beneath the surface.

With a final glare, Ginny stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Hermione let out a frustrated sigh, her emotions tangled. She glanced over at Luna, who had closed her eyes the moment she felt Hermione's gaze.

"It wasn't my fault," Hermione said, her voice tinged with irritation.

Luna kept her eyes shut, feigning sleep, offering no response.

Hermione, feeling the need to vent, jumped up from her bed and stood over Luna's, glaring down at her. "I know you're not sleeping."

Luna slowly opened her eyes, her expression serene as ever. "Your eyes looked angry," she said softly. "That's why I closed mine. I didn't want to see it."

Hermione's frustration bubbled over. "You're the one who made things weird," she accused.

Luna sat up on her bed, her expression as innocent as ever. "But how?" she asked softly.

Hermione sighed, her frustration ebbing away. "I'm not going to argue with you. You're… one of a kind."

"Thank you," Luna replied sincerely, as if it were the highest compliment.

Hermione, exhausted, returned to her bed and lay down. "I hope she's okay," she muttered, her thoughts still with Ginny.

"Why don't you go after her?" Luna asked quietly.

"She doesn't want me by her side."

Luna paused, breathing softly. "Hmmm."

The room fell into a peaceful silence as both girls lay in their beds. Before Hermione knew it, sleep claimed her, pulling her away from the turmoil of the night.