Ginny
"Ginny?" I opened my eyes. Hermione Granger, Ron's friend stood there in her nightgown with her hair dripping wet. Something I normally would have thought nothing of now gave me the feeling I got when my boyfriend, Harry, kissed me on the neck. I mumbled, "What's up?" She must have realized how horridly tired I was. She blushed and said, "I just wanted to tell you goodnight." She sighed as she stroked my hair. She seemed down, but I didn't mention it. "All right, goodnight, love." Love? LOVE?! Where did that come from? She scurried off to bed and as I watched her, I hoped she didn't hear that word- that blissfully true word that escaped my scarlet lips in a whisper.
Hermione
She called me "Love"! I feel light on my feet, like I could dance in my sleep; which I didn't get any of. I stayed up all night wondering if she could possibly feel for me what I feel for her. All that I did during my classes today when I usually would have been taking detailed notes and finishing class work early was draw little hearts in the air with my wand that faded into a soft pink glow. Ginny Weasley. Ginny Granger. The most desirable non-lesbian girl on campus. She was so sweet, and smart, and gentle. Her long ginger-red hair perfectly framed her delicate face and soft shoulders. I absolutely love her. One problem: she's in love with my best friend.
Ginny
Why? Why? WHY do I keep thinking of her? She's my brother's friend. She's also two years older than me! I feel the urge to... kiss her. But that can't be! I'm in love with Harry Potter! The-boy-who-lived! In addition, Ron's absolutely head-over-heals for her. He just won't tell her because he doesn't think she feels the same. Oh well, maybe it was just something Ron said that I only half listened to. Or maybe it could just be her outfit. Yeah, that's it! I just like her outfit. The way her robes hug her hips and her bosom when she turns just right. Mmm. NO! Why did I think that?! No, no, no! It's not possible! I love Harry!
Ron
"Hey, Harry. You notice something with Mione this week? "Yeah. Oh well, she's probably just dealing with girl things. Ginny had been acting odd also."
Hermione
I keep sighing. I sound like a tired, old muggle. She hasn't said anything to me. So she was just tired and thought nothing of it. Oh well, I guess I deserve it for taking so much from one word. I need to catch up on my class work.
Ginny
What the bloody hell is wrong with me? It's been a week and I still smile when I see her hair catch in the sunlight, or when she sways her hips when she's mad. All I can think of is how soft her lips are and how long her legs are. Am I jealous? No. I can't possibly be jealous. I don't get jealous. So WHAT'S wrong with me?! How could this over-achieving, American-looking plain girl possibly have this much of an effect on me? WHAT?!
Ron
Both Ginny and Herm are zoning out in class. I got Ginny's howler from our parents. Scared the pants off of me. Scared Harry too. "Since when does Ginny fail a test?"
Harry
I'm worried sick. Ginny failed her potions exam. What's going on? She's been acting odd all week. All that I can ask is, "Baby, are you ok?" to which I alwayse get the same mumbled, "Yeah, I'm fine." Why won't she tell me? What is hiding? It can't possibly be that bad?