I have spent my entire life looking for someone to be that perfect someone. I have waited patiently for that day to come when my someone would come and sweep me off my feet. I waited and hoped, until, one day, I thought I found him. I am Ginny Weasly. I have auburn curly hair and clear blue eyes. I am and always will be in love with Harry Potter, but he is not my someone.

I met him 3 months ago in Hogsmede while I was following Harry, Ron, and Hermione around. He was sitting in the Three Broom Sticks. I boy with brown hair that fell neatly in his eyes and dark blue eyes that reminded me of an ocean. His eyes. They were dark and pure. They made me feel alive and yet, they scarred me at the same time.

I am an outgoing person, so when I saw him sitting all alone in the Three Broom Sticks, I walked over and introduced myself.

"Hi. My name is Ginny. Do you mind?" I said, motioning to the chair next to him. He shook his head and I sat down.

"My name is Roger. I'm in Ravenclaw at Hogwarts. You?"

"I'm in Griffindor. What year are you in?"

We proceeded to talk for hours on end. I found out that he was in Harry's year, but yet, I had never ever seen him before. His father was an auror and that is what he planned to be when he got out of Hogwarts. He was so perfect. I knew that I loved him. Sure, Harry still had a place in my heart, but this new guy, he was my someone.

I went back to the common room after dinner and pulled Hermione to the side. "Can I talk to you alone?" I asked her.

"Sure," She said with a concerned look on her face.

She followed me up the stairs and into the head boy and head girls quarters. Hermione was Head Girl of course. She and, I still could not believe it, Ron. Why Harry was not Head Boy I did not know but, I guess it is best not to but a taken girl with an available friend.

We walked into her room and I sat on her bed. I proceeded to tell her everything about the new boy that I could remember. Hermione sat quietly and hung on to my every word. When I stopped talking she looked at me square in the eyes and said, "Do you love him?"

"I think I do Mione. I really do."

Hermione began to jump around and scream. She was so happy for me. I began to jump around with her. What a sight to see. Two usually well behaved girls jumping around screaming. We probably looked and sounded like the measly first years. I went back to my dormitory later that night. I fell asleep quickly and dreamed of him.

I was sitting in a hotel room on the couch. I was wearing a silk night gown and in my hand was a glass of wine. I looked in the mirror on the opposite wall to see that I was much older. Suddenly, a door swung open and Roger walked into the room. He came and sat on the couch with me. I laid my head on his chest and his hand grabbed mine and interlaced the fingers. I stared into the fire and he leaned down. "I love you," he whispered and then kissed me on the top of the head and then…..

I woke up to the shrill ring of my alarm clock. "Damn it!" I yelled. I forgot to turn of my alarm clock, it was Saturday. No classes. I rolled over and tried to go back to my wonderful dream, but I couldn't. I looked at the clock, it read 8:50. Not too late. I decided to get up and take a shower. Maybe Roger would be down having breakfast so that I could spend some time with him.

I pulled myself out of bed and stalked to the bathroom. I turned the water up extremely high and then inched my way toward the stream so that I was not scalded by the boiling water. I ran my hands through my hair and down my body. This shower marked the beginning of a new life for Ginerva Weasly. With this shower, I was washing away my longing for Harry Potter. I was free. It felt good.

I pulled myself out of the shower reluctantly and grabbed my towel. After I dried off I smoothed down my hair and dried it with magic. I applied my makeup and chose my outfit. I decided on an old short jean skirt and a white halter top. I pulled on a pair of white high heeled sandals and took one last look in the mirror.

"No more black for you Ginny Weasly," I told myself, "this is the beginning of a new you."

With that I turned on my heel and strutted out of the room. I walked into the Great Hall to hear a buzz of conversation. I got half way to the Griffindor table before almost all the conversation had disappeared. Boy from all houses were gaping and girls were trying to pull their boyfriends back to reality. Finally, after almost a year I was turning heads again. I loved looking good but, after my breakup with Harry, I couldn't seem to bring myself to put on makeup or wear my good clothes. Those clothes used to be for Harry alone. For the longest time I was not ready to let the world see the clothes that I wore for Harry. Instead I wore black, turned no heads, and was considered gothic and suicidal.

Now I was wearing sexy clothes, turning heads, and loving it. It was a change, but it was one that should have happened a long time ago. I finally reached the table and sat down next to HermioneRon. They were sitting so close together that they were practically one person. They were also snogging each others brains out so that they didn't even notice my grand entrance.

I sighed and looked around the room. Many people were still looking at me, but I was only looking for one person. Roger was gaping at me from the other side of the room. It was a big change from the mourning girl he had met yesterday. Today, I was sexy. I winked at him and picked up a piece of toast and began to butter. It was not until this time that I noticed Harry, sitting next to me and staring at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was, but who would know.

"Morning Harry!" I said. I wanted him to know that I was over him.

"Whu…uh….ijah…." was all Harry could say.

I took that as a good morning to you to. That reaction from Harry made me feel really good. I had shocked him senseless. I was beaming. I finished mutilating my toast and turned to talk to Hermione.

"Hermione? Hermione. HERMIONE! Stop snogging my brother and talk to me!"

Hermione turned and looked at me. Her eyes widened. "Your not wearing black?" She said.

"No, I'm done with black. Is it an improvement?" I replied.

Before Hermione could say anything more Ron cried out, "Hallelujah! My sister is no longer a Goth. Praise the Lord!"

"Thanks for you support dear brother," I said with a bit of a sneer. Hermione on the other hand leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I'm proud of you."

She understood what a huge step this was for me. Going from the girl ready to end her life to the girl ready to live it up to the fullest. I sat there quietly for a while and ate my toast until Dean came over. He was trying to flirt with me, saying that I looked good and putting his hand on my leg.

"Touch me again and I swear that I will curse into the next decade," I told him fiercely. Just because I decided to change the way I looked did not mean I was going to change the way I acted. I was still the fiery tempered red-head who was not looking to get laid tonight.

Dean backed off and went to sulk at the other end of the table, far away from my wrath. I didn't blame him. Even I frightened me when I was mad. I continued to eat my toast and searched the Great Hall again for Roger. He wasn't where he was before. I frantically looked around the room until a voice behind me said, "Do you mind?"

Roger was behind me, pointing to the spot that Dean had just left. "Sure," I replied.

He sat down and picked up a muffin from the stack of food in the center of the table. "You look different today. It's a good thing." Roger said after a few minutes of silence. I smiled in return and finished my very soggy piece of toast. Suddenly, I felt something on m thigh. It just sat there. Roger's hand was on my thigh. I looked over at him but he was not looking at me. I sat back, for the first time in a long time, I was enjoying having a guy care about me. A guy who was not just trying to lull me into his bedroom.

We spent the rest of the day together. By the end of the day we were holding hands and he was holding me in his arms. I was happy. After Harry had broke up with me to go fight, and eventually defeat the Dark Lord, I thought that my heart would never be whole again. Now, Roger had entered my life with his strong arms, clear eyes, lulling voice, and glue to put my heart back together. I was falling for him, bad.

That was a week ago. On the fifth day, two days ago, he asked me out. I was never so happy. Sure, I had had flings with boys, none of them involving sex, but I had only loved one person. Harry. Now I was in love with Roger. It was a monumental moment. He asked me in the Astronomy Tower while we were stargazing after hours. His deep voice was entrancing and I was so drawn to him. Of course I said yes when he asked. Then he smiled and leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. His strong arms found their way around my waist, holding me and making all my pains go away, forever.

Yesterday was Friday. After I finished all my classes, I ran into the Great Hall. It had become our meeting place. We would meet there and then he always had a new idea for a romantic adventure. Why had I never met him before? Why had I never even heard of him? He was perfect. He should have been the object of everyone's fantasy. Why was he not?

I didn't know, but I also didn't care. He was mine and he was perfect. I found him sitting by himself at the Ravenclaw table. I ran over to him and threw my arms around his broad shoulders. I then sat down at the table. His hand quickly engulfed mine. We never said anything on these dates. We didn't need to talk. Our love was enough to help us communicate. When I was with him I lost all track of time. I could have spent the rest of eternity at that table with him, staring into his dreamy eyes.

I was in love. Real love. True love. Not lust and not a crush. This was different. This was real. This should have been forever. The ceiling in the Great Hall was sprinkled with stars when we made our way back to our own common rooms. Right before I entered the Griffindor commonroom he grabbed my hand and spun me around. He then threw his arms around my waist and, with one last look into my eyes, closed them and pushed his lips into mine. We stood there for a while kissing. I was in heaven, swirling in a utopia that only I could understand. Suddenly, it was over and he was running down the hall to his own room.

I watched his figure descend the stairs and then turn the corner. I walked through the portrait hole into the common room. Harry was pacing in the middle of the room. When he say me he turned on me. "Where have you been! I have been worried sick about you! I thought that guy…I don't know what I though. Where the hell were you!" Harry yelled at me.

"Harry, what does it matter to you where I was? You never seemed to care before. You went off to go fight the Dark Lord and left me to fend for myself. You don't care what happens to me!" I yelled back.

"That's not true," Harry said more softly, "I do care."

"No you don't. If you cared you would have never left me. You would have let me come with you and if that was not possible, you at least would have taken me back when you returned from your journey! Did you think I forgot? I never forgot Harry! You broke my heart and Roger has helped me fix it! I don't need you anymore!" His hurt look told me that I had really struck a nerve, but I didn't care. He did not love me. Love was what Roger gave me. Harry was simply giving me sympathy. I didn't need that.

I ran up the stairs and threw myself on my bed and began to cry. I didn't know why but for some reason, my heart was breaking again. It made me feel weak and worthless. I thought I was over Harry. I was over Harry. I shouldn't feel this way. Tears streaming down my face, I began to drift to sleep and was lost in the blackness and sorrow of my own dream.

My sleep was empty of dreams. I had no dream to comfort my grief ridden heart. I needed my strength for everything was about to change.