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            Hermione flipped a page of her textbook, dipped her quill into the bottle of ink, and began to write on her parchment with tiny letters, blotting the white with black.

The night was silent, and Hermione was trying to finish off her homework for DADA and Charms. She was okay at Charms, but DADA wasn't really her favorite. It reminded her of the war.

The war. War against Voldemort and his death eaters. The war, which had taken so many loved ones away from them. She shook it off her mind and went back to work. Just as she was about to put her quill back onto her parchement, somebody threw the door open. Hermione turned around hastily, hand on her wand by instinct. But all she saw was Ginny standing at the doorway, face shiny with sweat, a Cleansweep in her hand with her Quidditch uniform on.

Ginny had been made captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team for her last year. Professor McGonagall had been nice enough to put them in the same dorm. At first, Hermione had insisted on Harry and Ron to come and finish their last year at Hogwarts with her, but both of them had said they were too busy, or still too worn out after the war (medications and treatments, they had told her, but she knew those were barely an excuse of any kind). Because of this, Harry had fought with Ginny, and they broke up. Ron had firmly told Hermione that he wasn't going to attend their last year — he and Harry were going to sign up for early auror training.

            "Played with Hufflepuff today." She said, frowning the slightest bit. "They had this sixth-year seeker — he was good. Almost caught that damn snitch right under my nose."

"So, did you win?" Hermione asked eagerly as she drummed her fingers over her DADA textbook. Ginny snorted and sat onto the bed, pulling her Quidditch uniforms over her head.

"Of course we did. What do you see me as, a clumsy, great oaf of a captain? Come on now."

            "Well, I suppose you are a pretty good captain." Hermione said as she tried to return her attention back to her parchment, but finding it rather hard because of that red, fiery hair. Somehow, she found it so addicting, so attractive to look at.

            "Suppose? I'm the best player around." Ginny replied, and Hermione laughed as the red-headed girl pulled off the rest of her Quidditch garments and threw them onto the floor. "Gonna take a quick shower. What are you doing, anyway?"

            "Defense Against the Dark Arts homework." Hermione replied, her quill so suddenly scribbling against the parchment. Ginny groaned as she put her legs onto her four-poster, laying her head down on a pillow.

            "One kid took a bludger to the head today — was sent to the hospital wing. Lucky it wasn't me." Ginny shook her head sadly. "Poor kid."

             "I kind of wish we had Ron and Harry with us. They really know how to spice up the mood." Hermione said, before seeing that Ginny was glaring daggers at her, and shut her mouth.

Harry and Ginny had broke up after the second war. It had been sort of a shock to Ginny, and the rest of the days in the Burrow were Ron and Harry's continuous arguing, Harry's arguments consisting of how he needed to cope with all the damages, Ron's being about hurting his sister's heart. Eventually, they both grew tired of fighting every day, and just decided to let this one go and never return to its topic ever again. But every time somebody mentioned Harry in front of Ginny, she would immediately turn away from the person talking and stomp off, eyebrows scrunched up in fury, bottom lip sticking out. And all that time, as Hermione looked at the back of Ginny's head, she would always be reminded of how much she had feelings for the Weasley, and that she had a lot of confidence that she would take care of Ginny better than Harry did — or will. If only she'd acknowledge, that Hermione actually fancied her...

            "Sorry, I forgot." Hermione apologized as she turned back to her paper. She picked up the quill, and stared at it hard. Suddenly losing all the determination to finish her homework, she dropped it back onto the table and slumped against her chair, looking up at the ceiling.

            "I just hate thinking about the fact that he... ditched me." Ginny said, her voice breaking at the end. "That arse."

It hurt Hermione to see Ginny so stressed out, and it pained her just to listen to her voice so filled with melancholy. Hermione turned back to Ginny to see her lying still in bed, both hands resting on her stomach, her red hair sprawled across the pillow like a fire burning. Hermione sighed and blinked several times before replying.

            "You know, Harry can be a good guy," She sat up, facing Ginny. "... but sometimes, he can get arbitrary."

            "I know." Ginny replied quietly, and she shifted against her pillow. "I need somebody to care for myself, someone to care for me."

            "That's what we all need." Hermione said, nodding in sympathy. "After I broke up with Ron, I have needed somebody like that. Turns out," her stomach flip-flopped at the thought of telling Ginny about her feelings. "... turns out that I've already met someone."

            "Oh, who?" Ginny's face turned quite red as she blushed. Hermione swallowed, looked Ginny right into her eyes.

            "You. I love you, Ginny." She replied, and winced as the redhead dropped the rest of her Quidditch garments onto the floor with a loud thump. Ginny's entire face was as red as ever, just like Ron's ears when he got flustered. Her eyes were pratcially bulging out of their sockets, her mouth dangling open. Hermione felt her own cheeks redden. "I mean, you don't need to like me back, it's completely fine. Forget what I just said —" She said and turned back to the table, heart pounding and tears threatening to spill from such humiliation and hurt. But before she could go and grab her quill, someone tackled her from behind with an earsplitting squeal. She almost knocked herself over, an inch away from smashing her head onto the table. Regaining her posture, Hermione turned around to see Ginny clinging onto her neck, eyes squeezed shut and a huge grin plastered upon her face.

            "Oh, yes yes yes, Hermione! I love you as well — I always have since you joined me back at Hogwarts — oh, Hermione..." And with that, Ginny turned the chair so that Hermione was facing her side, grabbed the front of her robes, pulled her forward and kissed her smack on the lips. Hermione was too surprised at first, but then she slowly melted into the kiss, closing her eyes in content. As they both pulled away with large gasps for air, Hermione couldn't help but smile.

            "No more boys, Ginny." She said, encircling her arms around Ginny's neck. "No more boys — just us."