Ginny grinned at the warmth that overtook her as she entered the common room. The winter weather outside had made everything frosted and sparkling outside. It looked beautiful but the freezing wind made it hard to actually sit and enjoy. Ginny's cheek tingled as the heat replaced the cold. She heard nothing but the crackling of the logs in the fireplace. She assumed she was alone so she began to walk over to the chairs in front of the roaring heat of the fire. She had decided to sit there so she could warm up her very numb toes.
As she walked toward the chairs, she heard a sigh come from one of them. Suddenly she realized she wasn't alone. So, she stopped dead in her track and quieted her breathing. She noticed that over the side was a hand. It wasn't just any hand. It belonged to Harry, her secret crush. She knew everything about him even the look of his hands. She has dreamed about that strong hand holding her tiny fragile hand in it. In fact, she has pictured that hand doing many other things to her. She dreams of Harry almost every night. She sighs in lust and then covered her mouth with her hands, so as to not disturb him. She thought that maybe if they were alone, she could surprise him and flirt. Maybe even it would lead to something. She smiled and thought about what could be the cutest way to surprise him. When she had the perfect idea, she began to move closer to the chairs, which in one of them was her love. She moved quietly until she heard another voice. She stopped again because instead of the deep, sexy voice of Harry, the voice was soft and girly. It was Hermione. Ginny's heart sank. Could he be here alone with her for a reason? Are they a couple now? No, they couldn't be she thought, but she had to know for sure. She moved closer to them and crouched behind Hermione's chair.
"How do you know? I mean seriously know. She's so quiet around me," Harry's voice trailed off as he stared into the fireplace. Ginny couldn't help staring at the side of Harry's face, so sexy, yet innocent.
"I know for a fact. She has told me a million times. Just ask her," Hermione laughed quietly. "She defiantly likes you back." Ginny let her mind wander. Could Harry like her, and if he did was he going to ask her something. She couldn't help thinking of scenarios. She thought about him whipping out a huge ring, and asking her to marry him. She kept smiling bigger and bigger.
"Okay, fine 'Mione. I trust you. I'll ask her today at lunch," Harry answered, sounding more confidently. Ginny begins to panic. Today? Oh, Merlin. I just will have to look my prettiest.
Suddenly, Seamus' voice came booming from the common room opening. Hermione and Harry stand up quick at the sound. Ginny ducks down hoping to keep hidden in the shadow of the chair. Luckily, everyone walks past without noticing the person crouching in the shadows. After they all go to their dorms, she comes out of hiding. She runs into her dorm to make herself look pretty. After spending at least two hours on hair and makeup and her dorm mates all head to lunch, she is finally ready to go talk to her love. On her way to the Great Hall, Ginny ran into Dean.
"Hey Ginny. Oh wow you look so gorgeous, are you wearing… makeup?" Dean asked surprised, blushing slightly. He walks away quickly after Ginny smiles. Ginny, feeling confident, stops in front of the Great Hall doors. When she is about to open the door, Harry comes out. Ginny smiles, but it quickly fades as she notices Harry is holding Cho's hand. Ginny tries to fake a smile.
"Wow, Ginny you look pretty, who are you all dressed up for?" Harry asked. Ginny tries to answer but no words can come out. Instead of speaking, her tears start to flow. To hide herself from more embarrassment, she runs the opposite way. She finds a corner in one of the corridors and lets the tears pour. She pulls her hair out of the intricate up do she had spent hours on. She tries to wipe the makeup off her face but she had put too much on.
Footsteps start echoing towards her, hoping it isn't one of her brothers, she covers her face. Ginny was just happy that tomorrow was the last day of term and soon enough she'd be home and away from the embarrassment. The footsteps get closer. After wiping her eyes, Ginny looks up to see Professor Snape towering over her.
"Miss Weasley, please follow me," Professor Snape demands, before walking away. Ginny gets up quickly and follows him. Thoughts kept running through her head. Was she in trouble, did she fail her final? She followed him silently. In her fragile state, she noticed Professor Snape in a different way. She notices that the way he walks is a little sexy and his voice is so strong sounding. Before she knows it they are in his office, behind his classroom. Ginny feeling suddenly flirty gets a little close to Professor Snape.
"So, Professor, why did you want me to come back here alone with you?" asks Ginny as she leans her face slightly closer to her potions professor's. She smiles and bats her eyes at him.
"Miss Weasley, please step back. I needed to ask you to ask your mother if I can stay at the house where we hold the Order," Snape's face was serious but sexy. She smiled and stepped back. More thoughts went through her mind. If Professor Snape is going to be so close, maybe we could get closer. She smiles and nods before leaving and walking away as sexy as she can.