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Ginny's Pov

As Hermione hugs me, I think how lucky I am to have her in my life at all. I shouldn't avoid her because of this. Even though it kills me that she will never feel the same way, I should still hang out with her because she is my best friend. As she lets go and pulls away, I look into her brown eyes and I think I can see into her soul. It sounds weird, but that's how I feel. Time slows down and we both start to lean in closer. I can feel her warm breath on my face, and she smells like freshly mowed grass, and vanilla. She starts to close her eyes and I do the same. In the next moment our lips crash together clumsily. As soon as it starts, it's over. We just stare at each other for what feels like forever.

"I'm sorry," she blurts out. Hermione turns her head away and stares at the floor. She looks like she's blushing.

"It's alright," I mumble, not knowing what else to say. We just stand there for a few awkward more minutes until my mum puts us out our misery, and calls us to dinner. We walk in silence all the way to the kitchen. Fortunately, the boys are still upstairs, so Hermione and I can sit apart.

Dinner goes on without much conversation. I think everyone can feel the tension coming from Hermione and I, but they won't address it. After what happened, I really don't have much of an appetite and end up pushing my food around on my plate. I can't help but notice Hermione is doing the same. After dinner, the boys head up stairs leaving, Hermione, my mum and dad, and me.

"Arthur dear, would you try to go fix Ron's door. Fred and George let off some fireworks and I haven't been able to get up there yet, and I didn't want the twins putting some kind of prank on it," my mum says, while starting to clear off the table.

"Okay honey, I'll go see what I can do," he says, starting up the stairs. My mum turns towards Hermione and I.

"Ginny I need your help in clearing the table. So start with scrubbing the dishes please," my mum orders. I walk over to the sink and start washing the dishes the muggle way.

"I can help," Hermione offers, as she walks over to me.

"Uh, it's okay. If you don't really want to you don't have to," I say, trying to avoid anymore awkward situations.

"No I can help. I used to help my mother wash dishes when I was younger. I guess I just enjoyed having something to do," she says.

"Okay then. I'll wash and you can dry and put away. How does that sound?" I ask.

"It sounds perfect," she says playfully. Recently, Hermione has been acting strange. I mean the kiss was just, I don't even know. She's kinda flirty? Who am I kidding, this is all probably a dream. . My mum finishes clearing the table and heads up stairs. For awhile Hermione and I do our jobs in silence

"So Ginny, I think we should talk about what happened earlier," Hermione says, in a voice that sounds reluctant.

"What are you talking about?" I ask trying to avoid the conversation.

"Don't act dumb Ginny. You know what I'm talking about," she says sternly.

"What's there to talk about?" I ask. She sets the dish she was drying down heavily and turns to glare at me.

"We have to talk about it. If we don't things will just go back to how they were before. With us avoiding each other and trying to pretend nothing happened. I can't live like this, always having the elephant in the room. It's not who I am. I confront things and deal with them logically, but I can't this time. This time it's emotional and I'm not that great with this kind of stuff, so I need your cooperation. Can we please talk about it?" She begs after her rant.

"Alright, but can we do it in my room after we're done with the dishes? I don't want people to overhear," I ask, sure someone would come down to spy on us.

"That's fine," she says and goes back to drying.

After getting done with the dishes, we head back upstairs to my room.

Hermione's Pov

In Ginny's room we sit down on our shared bed, several inches apart. For several minutes we just sit there, not uttering a word and scarcely breathing.

"Ginny I'm not really sure how this conversation is going to go and I'm not really sure how to start, so here it goes. Before you admitted to liking girls I had never thought about another girl in that way. Once you admitted it though I began to look at you differently. I know notice things I didn't before and it honestly scares me. When we kissed I felt as though everything had come together and there was a part of me missing, that I hadn't realized was gone, until it came back from that kiss. Like I said earlier I'm not great with dealing with this kind off stuff, considering I've never been in a relationship before, but what I'm trying to say is I'm starting to like you as more than a friend. I don't know where this could go, but-" I babble on until Ginny leans in and presses her lips against mine.

"That's a good way to get me to shut up," I say dreamily as we pull apart.

"Hermione I'm pretty sure it's obvious by now that I like you and not in the platonic way. I'm not sure when I started liking you, but it seems like forever. I know we can't know where or life is going to take us, or if what's between us will last, but I want to try. Hermione will you be my girlfriend?" she asks.

Author's Note:

Okay so this is Chapter 6! Sorry about the long time period between updates. What can I say? I'm a procratinator:) Review to tell me suggestions, what you think, if you love it or hate, or anything at all:):)

-Sa5m