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Beneath Your Window by Crookshanks.x
 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance & Humor, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 89k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 432, Published: Jun 10, 2007 Updated: Jun 6, 2008
 1,044 Chapter 15: The Words
Disclaimer: I don't own. I don't own -dances around looking goofy- I don't ooooown!
A/N: I am so giddy about this chapter. Everything about this makes me so giddy I can feel it bubble. I've had this idea in my head forever, and it feels fantastic to get it down on (virtual) paper. Hooray! I was totally in the zone last night so I ended up writing until 4 AM. So basically I've slept 4 hours tonight. Sheesh!
A bunch of thanks and love to elyaeru for being generally awesome and helping me choose this chapter over my NaNo novel yesterday! –Hearts-
Chapter 15 / The Words
"Happy Birthday, sweetie!" Ginny cried, her head once again bobbing up and down in the flames of Hermione's fireplace.
"Thanks," Hermione beamed, crouching down on the floor to get on the same level as Ginny.
"I'm sorry I haven't sent you a present, but I don't really have your address, do I?" she said, somewhat accusatory. "I'll give you one when you get home, though."
"I don't need any presents. I'm just happy to hear from you guys!"
"I had thought you would be home by now, so I didn't really think about you being gone on your birthday," Ginny commented, looking a bit crestfallen. "You've been gone almost two months now, we all miss you terribly."
"I know, and I miss you too," Hermione assured her. "I just really like where my life is right now, you know. The thought of going back kind of scares me."
"I totally understand that," her friend said softly. "I wish you'd let us visit you sometime, though. It's just me and Harry. It's not like we can do much harm."
Hermione raised her eyebrow at that, thinking back to a certain meeting with a rather angry Harry.
"Oh... Harry did tell me about... you-know-who," Ginny said in a hushed voice.
"You can't seriously call Draco the same as people called Voldemort, Gin!"
Her friend huffed impatiently. "Oh, I guess not. I'll call him Earnie."
"How about just calling him Draco?" Hermione suggested dryly, stretching her foot out in front of her on the floor.
"Too much, too soon."
Hermione rolled her eyes, not really seeing how calling him Earnie would change anything.
"So, Harry told me how he found Earnie half naked in your living room," Ginny continued unabated by Hermione's obvious exasperation. "I have to say, I never expected this from you."
"I know... I can't really explain it, I –"
"I like it!"
"You're joking," Hermione said, giving a short, disbelieving laugh.
"No, seriously. You're loosening up. You're letting go and having fun," Ginny said. "I know Harry is flipping out over it, but we're speaking about Harry here. And we're talking about Earnie. It's pretty much inevitable."
"What if it's more than fun?" Hermione asked quietly, casting nervous glances over her shoulder.
"See, there's that 'too much, too soon' thing again," Ginny said, closing her eyes momentarily. "I would rather not think about you actually falling for that guy."
Hermione sighed heavily, leaning back against the couch as she faced Ginny's head in the fire. She lolled her head backwards and groaned. None of her friends understood the situation. They didn't know how she could go from being completely indifferent towards him, to suddenly not getting him out of her head. They hadn't been there, they didn't see him the way she did. And it was driving her crazy that she couldn't talk to anyone about it.
