AN: Hi guys! I've been in the Harry Potter section of FanFiction for quite some time now, but I haven't been writing much. I believe it's time I did, though. I've always, always, always been a fan of Hermione/Ginny so I think I'll start off with something small here. :) Cheers!

In this story, the war against Voldemort doesn't happen.

Ginny

"Ginevra, I have to admit, I've never had to beg a lower year to have me tutor them before." Hermione looked to the youngest Weasley, hand on hips, stern posture and everything.

Ginny sighed. "I don't need it, Hermione. I know you mean well and all, but I think this is a mess that I can clean up on my own." She slumped into a couch in the Gryffindor common room, huffing a stray strand of her fiery red hair out the way.

"Well it's a mess that's going to be owled to your parents." Ginny made a face at the mention of her parents, surely her mother wasn't going to make this easy for her. Hermione walked over and sat beside her.

"Ginny," she called out slowly, "you are my best friend's sister. I want to help." Hermione gave her a sincere but stern look.

Ginny looked over to the older girl, appreciating the genuine concern she had for her. It's not that she didn't want a tutor, she was just worried about the hassle it would be for Hermione. She knew she was just being careless and let her grades slip. And honestly, it wasn't that easy for Ginevra Weasley to admit that she needed help.

But she finally rolled her eyes and gave a light laugh. "Fine, fine."

Hermione visibly perked up and put on a grin. "Really? Oh, I can't wait to help! Goodness, we can even start immediately if you'd like! This evening is perfect for Astronomy, I think. We can start simple, charting out where the planets are-" Ginny grinned at just how quick Hermione could melt away into her own world of learning, "or maybe identifying the constellations would be an easier start, though? Do you at least have notes?" Hermione raised an eyebrow to accompany the question.

"Yes, mother." Ginny teased. "I'm not that careless of a student."

Hermione gave her a mocking glare.

"Although, I'm not sure if I'd like to start now," Ginny whined, chuckling at the look Hermione gave her, "it's Friday, for Merlin's sake! It wouldn't hurt to take some time off." She leaned back into the couch and relaxed, as if to emphasize her point.

"Well it shouldn't go forgotten that time can't be spent so recklessly, not when your O.W.L.s are up this year." Hermione scolded, but then visibly relaxed. "But I suppose Fridays could be an exception. Not mention I did have some plans with Harry and Ron for later."

Ginny grinned. "One of many, I hope?" Hermione just rolled her eyes, and Ginny laughed. "Looks like you aren't all that boring after all." she teased. She only laughed Hermione took up a throw pillow and hit Ginny square in the arm with it.

"Excuse me, I don't find myself the slightest bit boring at all." Hermione said matter-of-factly. The brunette smirked as she saw Ginny struggle under the pillow-assault.

"Nice throwing arm, you got there. Stronger than I had imagi-" Ginny slowed down mid-sentence with a twinkle in her eye. "..ned. I've got a brilliant idea on how we can test out just how strong you actually are." She looked smug.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Brilliant ideas from you, my friend, are almost always slightly mad." Ginny was, after all, still Fred and George's sister. "But come now, let's hear it." She indulged her friend with a playful roll of her eyes.

"Quidditch!"

The older girl gave her a flat look. "No."

"Please?" Ginny batted her eyes innocently.

"I don't quite fancy falling hundreds of feet down from a broomstick." She said with slight conviction.

"Come now," Ginny dragged the words along playfully, "'Excuse me, I don't find myself the slightest bit boring at all!'" She said with her best mock-Hermione voice.

Hermione gave her a playfully insulted look, "'Doesn't play Quidditch' didn't equate to 'boring' last I checked."

"But being too afraid to try is." The youngest Weasley said in a sing-song voice.

"Ginevra Weasley, I'm not too sure if taunting me is the best idea," Hermione said mock-threateningly. Faster than Ginny could think, Hermione had moved out of the couch away from her, whipped around and conjured up a small pool of water at the top of Ginny's head, which of course almost immediately fell and soaked the younger girl.

"'Mione!" She half laughed, half whined. "Two can play at that game! Aguamenti!" But Hermione was already out of the way and making her way to the portrait hole.

"It pays to learn to cast non-verbally!" the older witch boasted, "and, I have to meet Harry and Ron and be off to Hogsmeade soon. Good luck drying up the mess you've made! See you in tutor!" She laughed as she waved. Ginny grunted and looked at the splashes she made on the couch and floor.

"'Mione!" The older girl spun around to look at Ginny a last time, a grin of victory on her face. "I'll only let you tutor me with my studies if you let me teach you Quidditch. No deal otherwise." The redhead gave Hermione the most serious look she could muster while fighting off giggles.

Hermione stood near the portrait hole, pausing in contemplation. The last thing Ginny expected was for Hermione to look at her, as if accepting a challenge with a smile. "Fine."

Hermione

"You... what?" Ron questioned rather loudly. "Blimey. The day Hermione Granger agreed to play Quidditch should be a Wizarding Holiday."

"Oh, come off it Ron. It's not that much of a big deal," She rolled her eyes.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were taking an evening trip to Hogsmeade to spend the Friday night. It was a lovely evening, most of the higher-years at Hogwarts were strolling about, enjoying the end of another exhausting week huddled up together in the light snowfall.

"He's right, you know. Even I didn't see that one coming." Harry gave a hearty laugh. "Three Broom Sticks?"

"Would you two mind if we stopped at Tomes and Scrolls for a moment? It seems I've run out of parchment already..." Hermione furrowed her brows to wonder how she could have exhausted such a large supply so quickly.

"It's a sign! Lay off the ten-foot essays. Or maybe we could cut it up into three, it'd be more than enough for us." Ron interjected.

"I do not make ten-foot long essays, Ronald, and for you information making your own homework does you good in the long run." She scolded.

"She's right, Ron. But hey, maybe we could sell the extra few feet for some sickles." Harry snickered.

"Harry! Don't encourage him!" Hermione scolded, although obviously holding back a laugh.

"But really, 'Mione. How did Ginny talk you into it?" The dark-haired boy inquired with a look of genuine curiosity while he sent a knowing look to Ron.

While they walked in and out of Tomes and Scrolls, she relayed to them the story on how she was practically begging Ginny to let her teach the younger witch, and how after the little skirmish in the common room, Ginny left Hermione with a choice between she either learn Quidditch or Ginny would not be tutored by her at all.

"I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the other way around, mate." Ron said flatly, but still amused.

"I know, silly isn't it? I don't know what had creeped into my mind as well," she managed a laugh. Harry sent another subtle look to Ron's way.

"Still, I'm glad she's in good hands." Ron noted on the side, although he furrowed his brows at the look Harry gave him.

Hermione gave a look of mock surprise. "Ronald Weasley, complementing my tutoring skills and concerned about his sister? My, maybe this day really should be a Wizarding Holiday!"

Harry grinned. "Remind me to mark my calendar, then."

The three walked in a jolly mood and made their way to The Three Broomsticks with much light chatter. They found themselves a cozy round table for three and settled down, looking around for familiar faces in the crowd.

"So, the season is finally starting, eh, Harry? Try outs soon?" Ron chattered excitedly, and the topic of Quidditch seemed to have sparked a glint in Harry's eyes.

"Yeah! I hope we get a good roster this year, Slytherin tries harder every year."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course I just had to be best friends with two nut heads who are both mad for Quidditch."

"Last I checked you're all into it too, now." Harry smirked.

"I think she'd make for a good beater, you know, I wouldn't fancy an angry Hermione with a club-"

"Ronald!" Hermione whined with a chuckle.

"You should know Ron and I will always be around to help Ginny out if she needs it." Harry offered with a sincere, yet slightly mischievous look that Hermione appreciated.

"Oh, thank you two. But really, could it be that hard?" She laughed.

"Certainly harder than how easy it was for Ginny to bait you into it." Harry looked smug. Hermione gave him a confused look while Ron stared at him blankly for a few moments before he realized the implication.

"What's with the smirk?" Hermione felt her cheeks redden. They weren't supposed to redden, she thought. Why are they reddening.

"Oh I dunno," He brushed off dismissively, smirk still plastered.

"Harry!" Ron called out, half-protectively, half-amused.

"Merlin, Ron. Just a thought that passed by, you don't need to bite my head off!" He laughed, putting his palms up defensively.

"She's still my sister, you know."

Hermione looked between the two while the exchange happened, completely clueless. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, 'Mione. It's just rare to see you so clueless." He laughed. He called out to the waitress and asked for another round of butterbeer. The place was bustling with activity, so they had to speak a bit over their usual volumes to be heard.

She gave them a flat look. "Spill."

"Fine, fine." Harry said, indulging her. "Just wondering if maybe you've gotten yourself a little girl-crush. It's never easy to convince you to do something like that, you know." He grinned.

"Harry!" She scolded. "It's Ginny!"

"Better you than some dim-witted boy out for a snog, I guess." Ron said, almost to himself.

"Really, guys. You're getting way ahead of yourselves on this one. I just agreed to tutor her." She stared at them both.

"Nope. You begged her." Harry smiled.

"You're even going to play Quidditch just to tutor her." Ron crossed his arms. "Not that approve just yet! I still do have to live up to being a good brother." He added quickly.

"Are you guys feeling quite alright," Hermione asked, looking at them like they were sick although feeling a blush work its way up her cheeks. "Really, what has gotten into you?"

"Oh, loosen up, 'Mione. We're your bestfriends. We can tease. You can tell us anything," Harry smiled, all mockery erased and replaced with sincerity.

"But honestly, I've no idea where you could've gotten the idea." She pointed out. "Ginny's a girl!"

"Oh, please. You've both had your share of dating boys and just completely losing interest at some point." Harry said before taking a swig of butterbeer, leaving an amusing frothy moustache on his upper lip.

Hermione crossed her arms and gave the two boys an equally hard look. They really were getting to conclusions too quickly on her actions. Then again, she herself hasn't been acting normal recently.

"Just remember, you can't snog in front of me, she's still my sister."

"Ron!"

A/N: Well, here we go. This shouldn't take too long, maybe just around five chapters? No major drama. Just a cute couple coming to realize their feelings. But my oh my, I'd love to see Ms. Granger take the quidditch pitch.