A/N: This story was written by a challenge prompt for Three Loves. In a lifetime most people do not marry the first person they fall in love with. Sometimes - they do, but for most people we go through variations of love with different people. This is a short story about Ginny Weasley and the people she's loved in her lifetime.

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Most of the characters were created by JKR with the exception of the ones created by myself. If you cant tell who's who... you need to re-read the books :)

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1) Harry & Ginny

He's perfect.

His hair is a perfect mess, his clothes are perfectly wrinkled, and even the way his face scrunches up when he laughs is perfect. When mum had told me, years ago as a small child, that a hero no older than my brother Ron had single handedly vanquished he-who-must-not-be-named… I envisioned him to be a god. He was the most powerful wizard alive and he was barely a toddler! There was NOTHING that Harry Potter couldn't do. He is perfect.

And then something incredible happened – he became friends with my brother. Mine! Suddenly this hero, this…demigod was sitting in my kitchen. Spending the night at my house. I could see him anytime I wanted…well, anytime that he wasn't off doing something with Ron or the twins… it was heaven. He was heaven.

I just wish there was some way I could get him to notice me. It wasn't as if I wasn't around… I was. It wasn't as if we had never spoken…just last month I managed to say good morning to him. He'd even smiled and said it back! That had to count for something right? I keep day dreaming about the future…when I'm older with curves and boobs and hair that doesn't frizz up at the mention of water. I imagine myself sauntering in and smiling as his eyes bulge out at how beautiful I am. He wants to kiss me and I consider letting him but not before he tells me he's always loved me. Just like I've always loved him. When we do kiss… it's fireworks, thunderstorms, volcano eruptions and earthquakes all in one. He'll pick me up in his arms and tell me he's never letting me go.

But as I look in the mirror at my eleven year old self I sigh at what I see. Right now I'm all arms and legs. I have no waist line, no boobs, even my hair is flat. Flat and red. Not a sexy fire red, but an old tomato red. I could probably pass for a bottle of ketchup right now for as attractive as I am. Someday though…someday he'll notice me as more than Ron's little sister. Some day – I'll be Ginny.

"Ginny – what are you doing in there!" I scramble to grab my things, remembering to grab my special book from under my bed, embarrassed that I've been caught day dreaming – again. Allison is friendly enough, perhaps even we'll be best mates soon, but for now she's my year mate and she sleeps in the bunk next to mine. She's much prettier than I am I have to admit, although she doesn't have curves yet either at least her black hair is silky and smooth all the time and her pale face isn't covered in red splotches. Her mum also lets her wear lip gloss. A privilege I'm not allowed until I'm 13 at least.

"Sorry! I was…trying…my hair…I just…" I can't help babbling as I jog down the stairs. She's waiting for me, her arms crossed against her chest as she smirks – she knows.

"of course you were. Come on, I'm starving and we have Herbology first today. I hate Herbology but at least the Ravenclaws are friendly enough." I glance at the tint of pink on her cheeks. Ravenclaws indeed…one Ravenclaw in particular perhaps. Jonathan Twimbly. He refuses anyone to call him Jon, or Johnny… it must be Jonathan. He's a bit arrogant but as far as I can tell – most of the Ravenclaws are. He is rather handsome though, as far as eleven year old boys are. His hair is more coppery red than brown and everyone jokes that he and I will end up together to continue the red-headed line of witches and wizards…but I know that Allison wants him for herself. Besides, he could never come close to…to…

"Good Morning." Harry smiles as he tosses the greeting out to me so casually I think I might faint. He breezes by, barely stopping long enough to finish saying the words before he's out the door. My cheeks are on fire and my stomach does several flips in itself. I clutch my books tighter to my chest to keep my heart from exploding out the front.

"Good Morning!" I finally spit out much to my embarrassment as he's clearly no longer in the room with us. Allison laughs and grabs my arm pulling me behind her, which is helpful since my legs have suddenly been replaced with jelly.

"I swear...you're going to give yourself a heart attack one of these days…" As we make our way down the hall I can't help but notice the tiny hearts and red streamers floating about everywhere. People are giggling and several couples snog right in the open!

Valentine's Day. How could I have forgotten!

We enter into the great hall finally after maneuvering around more couples than I knew existed in the halls and it's like cupid puked over everything. Pinks, Reds, whites adorn every surface. Love birds, floating hearts hover in the air and as I'm looking at everything in awe I nearly trip over a … cupid?

The small man looks up at me grumpily. He's wearing a white diaper and has fake wings strapped to his hairy back. He looks angry and scoffs at me before scurrying off into the crowd.

"What…was…that…?" I whisper to the girl beside me. Allison points up to the head table where Professor Lockhart beams over the student body. His outfit matches the atmosphere around us and it becomes very obvious, very quickly that he has orchestrated this entire fiasco. As I continue my scan I notice the golden trio sitting huddled amongst themselves and my heart aches. I want so desperately to be a part of their group. I would do just about anything to sit next to Harry casually, laughing with him…touching his arm…having him hug me tightly…

"Ginny! That's it!" Allison grabs my arm and pulls me to a nearby open seat and I plop heavily, my books spilling onto the table earning a glare from the sixth year boys across from us. My eyes widen in momentary fear as I scoop my materials together into a neater pile.

"What's it?" I brush a stray strand of hair out of my eyes which immediately falls back to its favorite resting place.

"How you can get Harry to notice you!" I stare back at her blankly, my cheeks growing redder by the second and notice, self-consciously the snicker of the boys across from us. "It's obvious! It's Valentine's Day! The day of love." She says it proudly and I catch her shooting a quick glance over at Jonathan.

"I know what day it is…but how –"

"With a Cupid poem! Remember last week when Professor Lockhart mentioned that he had a surprise for us? Then he mentioned the other day that if anyone had a 'special someone' that there would be a chance to let them know?" I rolled my eyes and turned to fill my plate with a few sausages and a waffle. My heart pounded as I realized suddenly where she was steering this conversation.

"No."

"Oh come on, you were sitting right next to me when he was talking about it…doodling little hearts that said Harry and Ginny for-"

"I meant No – I'm not going to do it! I wouldn't know what to even say…and he probably wouldn't even like it…" Allison scoffed and grabbed one of my books. My heart stopped as I watched her reach to my diary. Quickly I snatched it from her, my eyes wide and panicked. I hadn't told anyone about Tom…they would think I was crazy. She ignored my rude behavior and replaced it with my Herbology notebook.

"Look, I'll help. Trust me – this will definitely get him to notice you!"

She began scribbling, occasionally chewing on the end of the quill earning her a black smudge on her lip as she thought over her next line. After what felt like an eternity but was most likely a few minutes she stopped. A triumphant smile on her lips as she blew gently on the parchment to dry it and jumped up from the table.

"Wait! Where are you going!" she shot me a smile over her shoulder as she ran to the front of the room and had a quick conversation with Professor Lockhart. He smiled warmly down at the girl and took the note from her nodding as he read it over and laughed. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Right here, right now. I scanned the room, my eyes falling on Harry and let out a nervous breath when I realized his attention hadn't moved from his friends. "Why did you give it to Professor Lockhart!" I whined. "You didn't even let me read what you wrote! What is he going to do with it?" panic crept into my voice and Allison grinned wickedly at me.

"Ginny, trust me on this. You'll be thanking me in no time! Just enjoy breakfast; we have to be down for Herbology in half an hour." I couldn't fight looking up at the head table but the Professor still stood as he was, laughing and smiling as if he were the lord of all us puny minions. I sighed, resolving myself to having a long talk with Tom later to see what he would have done in this situation, and finished my breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later we left the great hall only to find a giant crowd stopped in the middle of the stairs. Laughing, cheering and jaunting all echoed off the walls and I struggled to see over the shoulders of the people in front of me to see the commotion. Allison let out a squeak and grabbed my hand, pulling me between bodies as I murmured excuse me for the both of us. When we reached the front of the crowd I gasped and immediately tried to fade back, however the crowd that had only been somewhat willing to let me through moments ago now viciously refused to let me retreat.

There, pinned on the ground with the fat angry cupid sitting on his back was the love of my life – my hero – my Harry. He scrambled uselessly against the ground, hollering to be let up, his perfect face red and contorted with embarrassment and anger.

"Let me go!" he demanded through clenched teeth and as I saw the cupid open a familiar parchment my stomach fell through the floor.

"oh no…"

""His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's truly divine,
the hero who conquered the Dark Lord."

I wanted to die. The hall erupted into laughter and began pointing at Harry as he shoved the cupid off of him, his face red and angry as he grabbed his bag and tried to shove past the crowd.

"What, no return love poem for your girlfriend Potter? You'll break the Weaslettes heart if you don't tell her love her back!" I jumped at the sneering voice next to me at slowly looked up into the Silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. His face was pure joy as he watched Harry fumble about before turning and looking at me as well. I looked back at Harry and was shocked to see the look of hurt in his eyes before he turned and stormed off. My hands balled into fists, my heart began pounding. I was mortified. As the crowd began to disperse I turned sharply to Malfoy, all rational thoughts leaving my mind.

"You don't even know me you jerk. What right do you have to make a scene and embarrass Harry and myself like that! I'm NOT his girlfriend you prat!"

"Me? Cause a scene? You did that all on your own with your pathetic joke of a poem Weasley."

"I didn't even write it!" I shrieked, my temper officially taking over my brain.

"That's even worse then. You can't even own up to your feelings for the boy-wonder." My face scrunched up and I knew I was red from head to toe. In fact, if someone had told me steam was pouring out of my ears I would have believed them too.

"You're just jealous that people adore Harry and you're nothing but a sniveling, rude, arse who runs to Daddy for everything! No one will EVER love you Malfoy! In fact – I HATE YOU!" he leaned in close and I felt Allison grab my arm from behind telling me to come on and let it go but I couldn't. My feet stayed planted firm on the floor as I glared right back at him, mustering all my anger, embarrassment and fear I had into a single piercing look. He sneered and after a moment brushed by me, knocking his shoulder into my own as she strode past. I watched him go, my chest heaving as I caught my breath.

"Where did that come from?" Allison said next to me, her voice laced with fear and pride. "Ginny Weasley…fire cracker."

"You shouldn't have written that stupid poem." I snapped back; tear suddenly filling my eyes as I bent over to pick up the books that fell in the heat of my argument with that silver snake. "I can't go to class today…I just…I need to…you know I don't even care. I'll make up an excuse later." I knew I had only a few moments more before I couldn't stop the tears from falling – so I ran. Up the stairs, past the damn love birds that sang and chirped above my head. Through the halls past the happy couples kissing, holding hands and laughing at the pathetic Weasley girl whose attempt to win over the Boy who lived failed miserably.

As I yelled the password "Butterbeer" to the fat lady it became too much. I felt the tears drip down on my cheek and the sobs choke up in my throat. Just a bit further and I would be back to my bed, back to the safety of my room…back to the soothing words of Tom. Tom would know how to fix this. He always did… he was so kind and sweet…

"You don't get it Ron! It's not that I don't like Ginny, she's well enough as anyone goes, but it's embarrassing!"

"I know, Harry….I'm sorry I don't know what to say… she's got a stupid crush." I stood in the entrance of the door, hidden by the shadow as I watched Harry pacing the floor in front of Ron and Hermione.

"Maybe you should try talking to her Harry? She obviously has feelings for you and if you don't feel the same –"

"Of course I don't feel the same!" Harry spit out as he ran his perfect fingers through his perfect messy hair. "She's Ron's sister. That's it." The room was quiet enough to hear my heart shatter. I felt ridiculous. Stupid that he could ever think of me as anything other than who I was…the youngest Weasley.

With my shoulders slumped and my head low I tried my best to stifle the sobs as I walked briskly past them.

"Gin?" I heard Ron call out my name softly, shyly. I didn't want to, but I risked a glance over at the group and met six eyes staring back at me, all with different emotions. Worry, Sadness, and finally – the green eyes I loved so much looking at me with guilt and anger. "Ginny –" I heard him start before I picked up the pace and ran up the stairs to my room.

Throwing my books on the floor I let the tears fall and did the one thing I knew would make me feel better. Tearing open the book I grabbed my quick with shaking hands.

Tom? Can we talk?

Of course Ginny…what's the problem?

It's … a long story.

I have all the time in the world for you. Tell me everything.

A/N: I loved this scene in the book... it was so short, and I felt there was a lot more behind it than just randomly Harry gets a love poem. So I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think! Future chapters will be time jumped so that she's older and older, because well, we all have different types of love as we age.