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-his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad-
Imagine, you watched him board the Hogwarts Express on the first of September. Imagine your big brother writes home and says he's best friends with Harry. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived! Imagine crying and sobbing at night, because you won't know him, and he's famous. Imagine wondering and thinking and being embarrassed. Imagine your elbow going into the butter dish and knocking your porridge bowl to the floor, just because he sat down next to you, or said hello.
Imagine you watch him go through a girlfriend and be peeved. You watch emotions flicker across his face like tides in the ocean. Imagine that you finally kiss him, you're his girlfriend, everything is perfect.
Think of it, just for one moment. You're his girl. The Chosen One's girlfriend. The one he loves. Talks to you. Jokes with you, kisses, holds you. Tells your brother to stuff it when he's being a prat. Then, just as fast as you received everything, it is ripped cruelly away from you. He is gone, chasing Merlin knows what, and you are left at a school under the serpent's tyranny. Imagine all you want is to know he's alive.
You can't stand it. You nearly go insane. You just want him back, his eyes, to be able to smell his neck again, and tease. You want things to go back like they used to be.
Imagine, think of it, if only for a second, that you are Ginny Weasley.