Harry didn't know when he first fell in love with her. It was probably when he first heard her voice when he was eleven years old at King Cross station. Maybe it was when he stared into her limp body in the Chamber of Secrets when he was twelve, or when he saw her in the Yule Ball when he was 14. But, no matter what he thought of, he always knew he felt jealous every time she mentioned that she had a boyfriend. Michael Corner, Dean Thomas…You name it. He smiled lightly at her every time she mentioned them, but how could he ever tell her? The truth was in the back of his head every single time he turned to see her.
He was walking one Saturday in the afternoon down the halls and up the stairs. He wandered off, not caring who tried to stop him in his path. He couldn't get his mind off her. He needed peace and tranquility, so he walked over to the Owlery to check up on Hedwig. She swooped down onto his shoulder once he got there and he smiled,
"Are you going to be the only woman in my life who I have no trouble talking to?" he said petting her wings gently. Hedwig hooted softly and nibbled on his ear gently.
"Harry?" a voice rang behind him. He smiled, gazing upon the girl's beauty as she stood before him.
"Hey, Gin." he let go of Hedwig, letting her fly out the window. Ginny smiled at him as she walked towards the window, shaking her head slightly.
"Is that my new nickname now? Gin? It sounds so grown-up."
"Well, you're not a little girl anymore Ginny. You have grown-up." She definitely had. Her petite body had become curvy and muscular over the summer by playing quidditch and puberty. Harry smiled at her again, admiring every single curve of her figure, every perfection he saw in her skin, hair, and body. She was startled for a moment and looked at herself,
"Do I have bird poop on me or something? Why are you looking at me like that?" she twirled around and inspected herself. Harry shook his head and said,
"No…It's nothing. I was just--screwing around is all." Ginny laughed and turned back to the window. Harry approached her. He stopped, his back resting against the wall. She was only a few tiny steps away from being in his arms. Oh, how he wanted that feeling to finally come true, but he was never such a person that would immediately jump into a girl's arms and say "I love you!"
He decided he had to leave, knowing if he stayed any longer she would feel rather awkward about him just standing there staring at her for no reason at all, and he'd be completely be embarrassed if she ever thought something like that. He said good bye to her and Hedwig and quickly left the Owlery. Every step farther from her he took was a great pain to his heart. He kept walking down the stairs, sighing. How could he feel like this about anyone else? He knew that Ginny was the only one for him.
The next day, Monday, he sped out of the Common Room, Ron and Hermione joining him. They were talking about the usual Quidditch plays and such. As they walked around the corner, Harrry spotted Dean and Ginny holding hands. He sighed, walking right by them. Ron, though, glared at them.
They began eating, and fortunately for Harry, Ginny sat beside him, Dean leaving towards where Seamus was. She grabbed her food and started eating. Harry did the same, but for some reason, he was distracted for a moment. He kept staring at Ginny, and when he sipped his pumpkin juice, it slowly slipped down his chin. He snapped out of his daze, and rubbed his chin with his sleeve. Ginny laughed, snatching a napkin and clening Harry's chin with it.
"Here, I already cleaned it for you. Just make sure you close your mouth, okay, Harry?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'll try to be more dependent. Thanks, Gin." they laughed for a moment, then kept eating.
Harry blushed furiously and tried not to look at her again, hoping that little incident wouldn't happen again. Hermione nudged Ron's shoulder suddenly. She pointed at Harry and Ron grinned.
"You suppose he fancies her?"
"You suppose she fancies him?"
Hermione looked closely at Ginny, who was glancing sideways at Harry, and Ron looked at Harry, who blushed and almost buried himself under the table from embarrasement. Hermione and Ron looked at eachother and sighed. Those two seemed like they were never going to grow up.
