Harry could barely stand to see the beautiful Ginny snogging Dean in the common room. How many boys has she dated at Hogwarts, anyway? Ron and the twins were less than happy with this-she was, after all, their little sister, and they were VERY protective of her, to her annoyance. She had the most gorgeous scarlet hair,wicked brown eyes that pierced him-similar to the affect Dumbledore's eyes had on him.
She was very funny. The two had laughed and played all summer long. She was his refuge when Ron and Hermione started bickering. She was his rock when his scar hurt. She was the sweet smile when the pain of losing those his godfather became too much and he choked up- he hated doing that in front of her. To cry was to show weakness. It showed vulnerability. As The Boy Who Lived, he could not do that. She was his friend, his beautiful, beautiful, friend. ONLY FRIEND.
More importantly, though, she was his best friend's little sister. Ron and his brothers would murder Harry if they ever found out that he was harboring a secret crush on Ginny. Even more so if they knew that, in the dead of night, he dreamed of showing her his more...boyish desires.
The mysterious monster awoke inside of him and screamed for him to perform 'Avada Kedavra' on the traitor called Dean. Then, whisk Ginny away and show her stolen moments at Hogwarts, in her home, in meadows, any place he could think of. For once, Voldemort would not exist. He was not facing death every minute of each day. His grief over his parents would not exist. The pain in his heart from the abuse, the humiliation, being ostracized, the abandonment...it would all be gone. She would be his. Would be his new magic wand.
But, it was never meant to be. She had gotten over him long ago. And now, Dean is the lucky boy snogging her, holding her, loving her, and she loving him. She could not know what Harry felt. Though, everyday, seeing her made his heart flutter. But his stomach would also twist in nauseous knots.
How much longer would she do this to him? Making him feel things for her that, for her, didn't exist-that shouldn't exist! He could not blissfully hope that the Weasley's would not catch on to his constant staring, his dreamy state, his attentiveness at the mere mention of her name. He had the love bug bad!
Those boys she snogged could never know what the two of them had shared. What they have experienced together. Ginny, the no longer naïve small child he had rescued years ago. Ginny, the seductive woman who was strong, tough, ready to face any challenge and master it. Conquer it. Destroy it.
Why had she not tried that challenge with him, though? Why was he the one thing that she had not put her effort into conquering? Was he really worth that little? Did she give up on him that simply?
And now here he is, wishing that it was him she was snogging instead of Dean. Now here he is, regretting that he had not gotten to know her sooner.
Before this whole prophecy mess came to be. Before the chance for her to realize that she was attractive and there were other boys out there. Before she gave up on him. Before she stopped loving him.
"Harry, you okay?" Hermione asked, tentatively approaching him with Ron.
"Yeah. Yeah, fine."