So this is my second fanfic… ever. It's Hermione/Ginny pairing, yes, it is lesbians. Set during Ginny's 7th year, just pretend the war is all over and everything's perfectly okay. I'm not very good at writing battle scenes, so I'm sticking to basic romance. Read and Review, please. Tell me whether you like it or not.

There she was, sitting with him. I wondered if they were sleeping together. No I didn't… I knew. Of course they were. Why wouldn't they be? Best friends since year 1 at Hogwarts. I was just his sister. His baby sister that he'd rather not bother talking to. It would look bad on his reputation as the sidekick to The Boy Who Lived. Yes, it sounds cruel but I hated him. Hated him with a passion, simply because he was with the girl I loved. Now it was my 7th year, my final year at Hogwarts, and they had graduated to go on to a University for Wizards. High Stone, or something like that, it was called. So why were they sitting here, in the Burrow, chatting with mum and dad about everything under the bloody sun?

I hated him with a passion. I hated her too, sometimes. Like right then, right then, when she was ignoring me to giggle at Ron's witless jokes. Merlin, did I hate them. He was brainless, and she was a total brain. Polar opposites. She was beautiful, and he was a complete loser. So why were they dating? Why wasn't I with her? I'll tell you why. Because everything that happened during my sixth year and her seventh, it was all a lie.

"I want you," she giggled drunkenly.

"You're pissed," I laughed, and pulled her down onto her bed.

"I'm not that drunk," she whispered, sliding her hand up my shirt slowly.

"Maybe just a bit?" I questioned playfully.

"Shhh," she told me, and pressed her lips to mine.

She was seductive, yes, and gorgeous, yes. And I was her first, or so she told me. We never went too far, so I'm not sure you could really consider it sex. Touching, more like it. Intense touching. And now I was 17 years old, with nothing to show for it. I almost got kicked off Gryffindor's quidditch team, I was doing horrible in all my bloody classes, and I was in love with my brother's girlfriend. Merlin, did I hate life.

"Ginny!" a voice yelled, snapping me out of my reverie.

"What?" I snapped irritably, looking up.

"Mum wants to know if you want dinner, she's been calling you for the past five minutes," Ron mumbled, apprehensive at noticing my bad mood.

Everyone was watching me.

"No. I'm not hungry," I muttered, and walked up the stairs to my room. I closed the door gently behind me and lay down on my bed. I stared up at the ceiling. Didn't she get it? Didn't she realize how I felt? How I loved her? How I wanted her so badly that I was willing to cut my brother completely out of my life for her? And then I thought, I wondered. What was I doing? Why was I ready to completely throw away my life for a girl that didn't even want me? But the answer popped into my head immediately. Because I loved her. Because I knew she loved me. Even if she hid it, when people are piss drunk, they say exactly how they feel. Everything they say is honest. And she had told me more than once, more than twice that she loved me. She told me we belonged together. And now she was pretending that none of it happened, because of my prat of a brother. Merlin did I --

"Gin?" a voice said, pulling me from my thoughts.

I looked up. The voice was soft. Feminine. Hermione. Nevertheless, I couldn't keep the anger, the hatred out of my voice.

"What?" I said shortly.

"Are… are you feeling all right?"

"I'm fine. Perfectly fine," I lied angrily. "Where's Ron?"

"Downstairs. Do you need him?"

No, I was just wondering why you weren't with him.

"No. I'm far from needing him around."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

I rolled over and pretended that I was trying to sleep. There was silence. The door closed and there were footsteps outside of the door, fading. I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling again. I wanted to run away and never come back. I wanted to leave it all behind and go far, far away with my only friend, Luna Lovegood. But I couldn't. I had my final year at Hogwarts to finish. I had mum and dad here. My life was here. I couldn't just up and leave.

"Ginny!" yelled mum from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled back, and got up from my bed. I padded down the stairs softly but quickly.

"Why don't you want dinner, Ginny, dear?" Mum asked me.

"I just don't. I'm not hungry. Can I go back up now?"

"Come on, Gin, it's dull without you," lied Ron.

I rolled my eyes.

"Ginny, dear, please have dinner with the rest of the family. Harry should be arriving soon as well."

"I'm not hungry, mum, please," I nearly pleaded.

"All right, dear, I'll save your dinner for you."

"Thanks, mum," I mumbled.

I went into my room and threw myself onto the bed. I really hated them. I hated them with a passion.

"Ginny?"

God, why couldn't everyone just piss off?!

"What?" I said, looking up. It was Charlie. He was home on vacation. I had almost forgotten he was home. My expression softened. In a big family, you shouldn't really pick favorites, but Charlie was my favorite.

"You all right?

"Not especially," I said, sitting up and hugging my knees to my chest.

"Is it… her?"

Charlie was the only one in the family to know that I was a lesbian. He also knew about Hermione.

"Yeah, it is."

"Tell me what's wrong, little sis."

"I hate her. She's a dumb bitch, and I hate her, and I hate him, too. They're bloody idiots who don't see how much I love her!"

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Oh, Gin…"

"I hate them. She had that whole year, that whole bloody year with me, hiding out in the Room of Requirement and her Head Girl dorm. That whole bloody year, and now it was all a lie? A lie, Charlie? Did it never happen? It never happened, not to her, but it will always be in my memory!"

"Ginny, some girls are stupid. Either she's afraid to come out, or she was just playing with you. I'm hoping it's the former. "

"Me, too," I sniffled.

I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs.

"Lock the door, Charlie; I don't want her in here."

"Gin, this is her room, too."

"She can room with Ron."

"Gin…"

But it was too late, for Hermione, Ron and Harry had barged in.

"Gin, mum wants to talk to you," Ron said.

"Great. Get out," I told him shortly.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances and walked out of the room, leaving Hermione, Charlie and I.

"Ginny, is there anything you want to talk about?" Hermione asked timidly.

"Nothing at all," I lied, and pushed myself off of the bed. I made my way down the stairs, feeling her eyes on my back. Charlie followed after me.

"Mum? Where are you?" I called.

"In the kitchen, dear," Mum called back.

I padded to the kitchen softly.

"What'd you want to talk to me about, mum?"

"Ginny, dear, are you feeling okay? Lately you've seemed a bit, well, off."

"I'm just tired, mum. I'm fine," I lied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, mum."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and the truth that came with it.

"All right, dear. Do you want your dinner?"

I shook my head. "I just want to go to sleep."

"All right, dear, well your dinner is right here," Mum told me, patting a plate next to the sink.

"Thanks, mum," I said quietly, and made my way back upstairs.

I pushed the door open to my bedroom and spotted Ron, holding Hermione's hands.

"Get out," I told him.

"Why?"

"I'm going to sleep," I said, faking a yawn.

"Oh," they said in unison.

I crawled into bed.

"You coming, Hermione?" I heard Ron say.

"No," Hermione replied softly, "Go on without me."

"Okay…"

Footsteps and then the door closed. More footsteps and I heard the door lock. More footsteps and I felt the bed sink in.

"Ginny, please talk to me," Hermione whispered. "I know you're not sleeping."

I swallowed the lump in my throat again, the damn thing kept coming back.

"Go away, Hermione."

"Ginny, please. I love you. You're my friend."

"Yeah. Whatever."

I felt a hand on my waist and fought the urge to shiver.

"Gin, please…"

I rolled over to face her.

"What do you want from me, Hermione?"

"I want to know why you hate me all of a sudden. Why you hate everyone except Charlie and your mum and dad."

I rolled back over to have my back facing her. What she wanted to hear didn't interest me in the least. I heard her sigh, and the bed sunk a bit more. I knew she was lying down beside me now.

"Is this what you want?" she whispered, sliding an arm across my torso and pulling me close.

"Get off," I mumbled nervously.

Don't get off.

"It is, isn't it? And this?" she told me quietly, kissing the back of my neck.

"Stop it," I whispered, feeling goose pimples break out across my arms.

Don't stop it.

"No, I won't. Ginny, you're my best friend, but we can't be more than that. I'm not gay. You know that."

"The hell you're not," I snarled, sitting up and facing her. "All the stuff you told me, you said you loved me!" I hissed.

"I do love you, as a friend."

My heart kept breaking into more and more pieces.

"Liar," I told her. "I love you, Hermione, I love you so much that it hurts. But sometimes, I hate you, and I hate you so much that I wish I could just fall off the face of the earth so you don't have to hurt me anymore."

The expression on her face said it all. I had finally gotten to her.