A/N – My first Harry Potter fic, so be nice!! It's a Harry/Ginny (with some Hermione and Ron) romance, since I'm a sucker for those. :D It may suck, and I don't really know where I'm going with it. So, please R/R…I'm open to any comments. Except flames. Also, I haven't read every Harry fic on the 'net, so if it sounds too much like yours or one you've read, tell me please!!
Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does, and should be worshipped for her brilliance. :D In the Depth of the MoonGinny Weasley opened her eyes to find her face caressed with sunlight. She looked out the window at the beautiful day outside. It was 3 weeks after her arrival home from Hogwarts. She would be in the fourth year next year, but she couldn't think about that. Her mind was on the person living a few floors above her. That person was Harry Potter.
Ginny had had a crush on Harry since the first time she saw him, four years ago. She had always liked him, even before she had met him. Who couldn't, he saved their people from the Dark Lord. But she didn't just like him because he had lived, she liked him for who he was. He was smart and funny, and had saved her life on occasion. She decided that her little crush wasn't just a passing fancy. She loved Harry Potter, she loved him with a passion.
Ginny got up, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Her mother was already downstairs, bustling about making breakfast. She seemed busy, so Ginny just sat down at the table.
"Oh! Good morning sweetie," said Mrs. Weasley, greeting her daughter with a smile. "How did you sleep?"
"Oh, just fine, thank you. It looks nice today, but I want to finish my homework and get it out of the way," Ginny replied, glad she had someone to talk to. Glad she had someone to take her mind off Harry.
"Hermione would be proud," said Mrs. Weasley with a laugh. "In fact, you can tell her this afternoon, she's due to arrive, remember?"
"Oh yeah!! I have a ton to tell her! Perhaps she can help me with my potions, it's not my best…" Ginny trailed off, leaving the excited tone of her voice behind her. He had just entered the room, taking Ginny's attention away from everything else.
"Good morning, everyone!" Ron said happily, who had also accompanied Harry into the kitchen. Ginny hadn't noticed, she was studying Harry's hair. She wondered how it always was untidy, but looked so nice.
"Good morning Mrs. Weasley, Ginny," he said with a smile before sitting down across from Ginny. "How are you?" he asked her, catching her staring at him.
"Um…well…fine, I guess," Ginny stammered, knowing she sounded stupid. "How are you? I hope you're good. It would be so nice to hear that you're fine, I mean…no wait…" she trailed off again, blushing so profusely you couldn't tell her face from her hair.
"Oh well, I'm fine. Thank you for asking," Harry replied, glaring at Ron who was snickering. "What's so funny?" he asked, wishing to know what he had missed.
"Oh, nothing, its just that you're too dense to see it!" Ron said, stifling laughter. He ducked Harry's playful blow, and grinned at his sister. "Back to regular life, eh?" he asked, trying to get something out of her.
"No...wait…what do you mean? Are you saying?…no, of course not...well…" Ginny stammered again, turning magenta. Luckily the arrival of breakfast on the table distracted everyone. Fred and George had entered, so the attention focused to them, seeing what new pranks they had thought up overnight. To everyone's surprise, they did nothing.
"Good joke, eh? Not having one to pull on you all!" George said gleefully, looking at everyone's stunned faces at the end of breakfast. Nothing had blown up, nothing leaping out of the food.
"Yes, we were up until three this morning thinking of that. We must be total geniuses," Fred said, leaning back in his chair. Secretly, Mrs. Weasley flicked her wand in order for the chair to fall backward, taking Fred with it. He fell on the floor, looking dumbfounded while the rest of the room was in hysterics.
"Yes, such a genius it takes to overlook that their own mother can have a sense of humor too," Mrs. Weasley said, laughing. Fred mumbled something, and stalked off upstairs. George followed, after congratulating his mom on a nice performance.
"Nice one mum," he said, "but you do know that you're in for it now, right?" He said with an evil grin, before he ran upstairs.
Ginny, however, had only laughed for a second. She had been distracted by Harry once again. She watched him laugh, his distinct laugh that she knew so well. She reflected on the many times she had heard it, and all the times it had made her feel better. She was set for the day now, having heard him laugh. She sat at the table with a glazed look in her eyes, not noticing that both Harry and Ron had left the table. Her mother bustled about, cleaning, talking no notice of Ginny's strange behavior. She understood, she had once been a girl. After about 20 minutes, she decided that some action must be taken.
"Ginny, why don't you clean your room? Hermione will be here in about 3 hours, and I want the house to look semi-decent," Mrs. Weasley said, gently drawing Ginny out of her daydreaming state.
"Yes mum, sure," Ginny said placidly. She walked up the stairs, into her room. She quickly made her bed, and put her things away. She then took out her diary, and began to write.
"Dear Diary," she began, pausing to think. "It has been a wonderful day today. Sure, its 11:30 in the morning, but its been wonderful so far. I got to see Harry, what's not to love? I got to see his deep, emerald eyes, his untidy black hair, and just…him. I love him, diary, I won't hide it from myself. But, I doubt he likes me. Sure, he's one of my best friends, but I'm sure he doesn't love me. Well, loving in the sense of a significant other. He loves me as a sister, that I'm sure. But...well, anyway, Hermione is expected to arrive today. I have so much to tell her. She's really the only person(live one, sorry to offend you, diary) that knows about my love for Harry. I can confide in her, I trust her. She understands me, because she has the same feelings for…well…someone. She refuses to tell me, but she promised she would this summer. I think she has trouble figuring herself out, too. But I do trust her. She's always there for me, like a sister. Like what I am for Harry. But I don't want to be his sister, I want to be his girlfriend…someone that's there for him, to love him. And I want to be loved too. Not by anyone, but by him. I want to be loved by Harry Potter, and no one else. That's the way it should be."
Ginny closed her diary, and hid it in the usual spot. She sighed and looked out the window. She pulled a piece of parchment from a drawer, and wrote a love letter to Harry. She said all of her feelings, how much she loved him. She then signed and sealed the letter, and stuck it in her bottom drawer. The drawer that was stuffed full of other unsent love letters to Harry. Ginny sighed, looking at the drawer. "I just cant get myself to tell him. I'm afraid…so afraid…I just want to be loved…" She flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. She drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
About an hour later, someone knocked on her door. "Who's there?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Wake up, Hermione's here," Ron said quickly, glancing at his sister. "What happened, was it nap time?" he asked, jumping out of the way of his sister's loving blow. They both raced downstairs, trying to see who could get there first. Ron won, but Ginny didn't care. She was happy to see Hermione, but Harry was there too. She loved it when he looked happy…that gleam in his eyes…
"Ginny!" Hermione cried, grabbing Ginny into a tight hug. She hugged back, feeling her friend's warmth. She was so happy to see her.
"Hermione! It's great to see you again!" Ginny cried happily. She looked at her if to say 'we have tons to catch up on." Hermione got the hint and grinned. She greeted everyone else, the said, "Well, I guess I should go put my things upstairs. I'll be staying with Ginny, right?" She asked, awaiting for an answer.
"Yep!" Ginny said, and took one of Hermione's bags. She ran upstairs, Hermione right on her heels. They ran into the room, and slammed the door.
"So? What's new?" Hermione asked casually, taking clothes from her bags, folding them and putting them in the drawers Ginny let her use.
"Well…you know, the usual," Ginny said. She felt the sudden urge to tell Hermione everything. Which she had no second thoughts about doing. "Hermione, I love Harry. I love him so much…but I don't think he loves me. Well, as a sister for sure, but as a lover I don't think so. I'm so confused, and I don't know what to do. I don't want him to hurt me, but I want him so bad!" Ginny said quickly, sitting on the bed. Her face turned pink, not knowing what Hermione would say.
"Wow, Gin. I never thought I'd expect that. I knew you'd had a crush on him…but this…"Hermione said, gazing off into the distance. Ginny walked over to her and jerked open the love letter drawer.
"Look at these. Read one. They're all to Harry. I can't get over him. I just don't know if to tell him or not…" Ginny said, gesturing to the drawer. Hermione picked one up and skimmed it.
"Damn Gin…you have it bad. The only thing I can think of is to well…tell him. That's all I can say," Hermione said, putting the letter down, back into the drawer with the rest. "But I understand. I have it bad...but for…" she ended there, blushing.
"Come on, tell me! You promised you would!" Ginny giggled, using a pleading smile.
"Oh all right. I have a major crush on…well…Ron. I don't know why…I just do…promise not to tell him, will you, Gin?" Hermione said, going a deep red.
"oh , I wouldn't. Trust me, for once!" Ginny giggled, along with Hermione. They were in her room for hours, just laughing and talking.
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Harry and Ron were in Ron's room, doing homework. There was nothing else to do, they had already played Quidditch. They just wanted to get their homework done and over with. In the words of Mrs. Weasley, "Hermione would be proud."
Harry pondered over is History of Magic homework, wanting to think of anything but that. He let his mind wander, thinking about anything else. His mind seemed to stop on Ginny Weasley. He didn't know why, he had never thought of her as special. He pictured her in his mind, long curly red hair, her steely but bright eyes. He thought of how pretty she was, and he suddenly longed to see her. He had no idea what happening. "What am I thinking?" he thought to himself. "Ginny is like my sister! I'm not supposed to love my sister in any other way! But...she does have a certain charm…" his mind trailed off again, feelings overcoming rationality. Miss Weasley did have a certain thing going for her. She was cute and funny, and had the ability to cheer almost any situation up. Harry's mid told him the obvious: He was falling for Ginny Weasley.
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Later that night, after dinner(which was exceptionally good, as always), Harry laid awake in bed, unable to go to sleep. He kept thinking about Ginny, he just couldn't keep his mind off her. After about an hour and a half, he finally glanced at his watch. It read 11:30. He was positive that everyone else was asleep, so he got up and walked downstairs.
Harry reached the back door and pulled it open. Stepping outside, the night air cooled him immediately. He had figured the night air would help. He sat down at the edge of the pond, several frogs croaking softly. He glanced up at the moon, which was bright and nearly full. The silvery light played off of everything, making it look like a dream. The perfect romantic setting.
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Ginny laid awake last night, for the same reasons as always. She thought about dinner, and how frequently she had caught Harry sneaking glances at her. She had panicked, wondering if he had found out. She was also enjoying his attention. Hermione had also pointed this out, she said it was a good sign. She of course, had been exchanging glances with Ron, who seemed a bit pre-occupied as well. Ginny stared out the window, when she saw someone enter the backyard. The familiar mess of hair told her who it was. Now was her chance, she got up and headed toward the door, trying not to wake Hermione. However, she had heard Ginny leaving and glanced out the window too.
"Go to him Ginny," she said encouragingly. "And good luck."
Ginny walked downstairs, and opened the back door. She took a deep breath and then stepped outside.
A/N – Well, that's it for now. I'll get the second chapter up ASAP. I may have it up by later today…but most likely tomorrow. Please review!! I really do hope you like!