Ginny accepting Harry's invitation to be his dance partner was just as unsurprising.
Quite a few older boys had invited her before, but she had turned them all down.
The reason was simple: she had been waiting for Harry.
"Ginny? Ginny?"
Hermione, who had just returned from drawing the map, called out several times, but Ginny stood in the corridor in a daze without responding.
"Ginny!"
The shout nearly made her jump on the spot.
Hermione steadied her. "Why are you standing here spacing out?"
"I..." Ginny cupped her burning cheeks in both hands. She had clearly encountered something embarrassing.
Vincent, standing nearby, tactfully greeted them and went into the common room.
Not long after he left, Ginny had calmed down a little.
The corridor was not a good place to talk, so they went to an empty classroom around the corner.
Seeing that Ginny was still blushing, Hermione seemed to have guessed what had happened.
There were not many things that could make Ginny shy; most of them had something to do with Harry.
Whenever the Gryffindor team trained, she would always drag Luna along to sit in the stands.
During every match, her laughter would suddenly grow louder whenever Harry turned to look her way.
During the summer, while they watched the Quidditch World Cup from their box, whenever the players made an impressive play, she would instinctively look toward Harry.
Not long ago, when Harry successfully took the Golden Egg, her eyes had curved into crescents from her smile, and the corners of her mouth had nearly reached her ears.
With so many little details, how could Hermione, who had been through it herself, not know that Ginny had a crush on Harry?
Ginny grew even shyer under Hermione's knowing smile.
"You... do you know that I..."