Summary:  Ginny ponders Ron's "furtive look" on the train ride home.  OotP spoilers. 

Disclaimer:  I am not J.K Rowling, I promise.

A/N:  Piece of fluff.  Be warned.  They both might be OOC, I apologize. 

Ginny Weasley could not understand boys.

All boys.  Boyfriends, fathers, classmates, and brothers.  Especially brothers.  One in particular--Ronald Weasley.

Who did he think he was, exactly?  She just threw Dean in the conversation jokingly, and Ron said she should find someone better, and he did that...that look.

The look where he tried his very best to catch her eye, then direct them toward something else.  Or, in that case, someone else.  A certain Mr. Potter, if you will.

How dare he!  She certainly didn't have a horrible crush on him anymore...she was definitely over him.

Of course, it finally dawned on Ron that Ginny was the perfect girl for Harry after she got over him.

...not that she thought she was the perfect girl for him anymore.  Pfft.  Yeah right.  Not in a million years.  That boat has sailed.

Ok, so enough of that.  She knew that she was over Harry.  That his smile didn't make her day better.  That his hair was simply endearing.  His eyes didn't make her feel warm and fuzzy when he glanced at her.

No, no, certainly not!  She spent four years of torture focusing on those things…she wouldn't sink into the...the...insanity again! 

She started thinking of things that surely weren't focused on Harry, when Harry himself walked through her door.

"Oh, err...hi, Ginny!"

"Hello, Harry!"

"So...umm...this isn't the towel closet, is it?"

"Did Fred tell you that?"

"Yeah...wait a second, how did you know that Fred told me?"

"He tells everyone that visits here that.  He enjoys getting a Bat-Bogey hex, I swear!"

"Most definitely."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

Harry and Ginny stared at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to make a sudden movement or speak.

Harry scratched his head.

"Do you at least have any towels in here?"

"Actually...yes.  In my bureau."

"Could I...err...borrow one?"

"Oh!  Yes...of course!  Lemme get it, hold on, I hope you don't mind getting one that's pink or yellow..."

"No, I don't mind anything you give me...err...I mean, you know..."

"Here they are!  Ah, a manly green shade right here that matches your eyes perfectly!  Err..."

"Err..."

"Ginny?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Could you hand it to me?"

"Oh!  Yes!  Right!"

"Ginny...thanks.  Thank you.  A lot.  I really appreciate you.  I mean...it!  Ginny, I... I better go, bye!"

Ginny managed a weak goodbye as she settled on a pile of pillows on her bed.

One thing was for sure.

She relapsed into her crush on Harry.

Though, she thought, maybe it wouldn't be as bad this time around.