1 Disclaimer; would I be spending my hard earned cash on the Internet if I
owned Harry Potter? No. But I do own the plot, and Annie and Carrie (I
think.)
2 "Those Grey Eyes…" Chapter One
"This year I'm going to get over him. Totally over him. I will no longer dote on him; act like the sun shines out of where the sun don't usually shine. I will find someone else or something else. I can do this."
Why do I say this every year? Why can't it ever come true?
Virginia Weasley. Virginia Potter. Aah! See, I'm obsessed. I should go to a help group, HPA. Harry Potter anonymous. I should start the help group. My best friends, Annie and Carrie, say it's the perfect job for me. They try to help me get over him too. And how do you get over a guy? By getting another one (though I never had him in the first place)! I have had boyfriends. Well, two. I really liked one of them! But guess what gets in the way? The story of my bloody life, Ron. We were only kissing at the valentine's ball. But Ron goes all 'over protective brother' on me and basically screams the place down, saying what guys like this do, you could get hurt blah blah blah. So everyone stays away now. Well, I can hardly blame them.
When Harry saved my life in my first year, I totally screwed, and like Carrie's Brad Pitt phase, it got worse. For three more years I doted on him, unable to have a conversation with him, going bright red whenever he was in a ten-metre radius. Last year I asked myself why? Well, he saved my life! He saved the lives of thousands. The thousands you-know-who would have killed without that scar. And that scar… Those eyes, I always look at people's eyes. I can tell what there thinking and feeling. Strange. But I've hardly got a chance. When summers up, I'll just be a little sixth year and he'll be a gorgeous, popular seventh year who doesn't know I exist. Hey, I don't want to be like that. I want to be a gorgeous, popular sixth year who goes through boyfriends like Harry does haircuts. I'll need to do it in steps. So, here goes, step one; Girlie Night In!
"So I have make-up, crimpers, curlers, music, ice cream, crisps and photos," Annie announced proudly. "Photos? Of what?" I asked.
"Well if were going to get you over him we need diversions. And I happen to have photos of all the sixth and seventh year boys as, well, diversions!"
"Good idea! I happen to have one of my own, Gin," Carrie chipped in.
"Annie, how the hell do you have photos of all…"
"You know the camera last year…"
"He he, I wondered what that was for. Well, what are we waiting for? Come on, I wanna find my guy!"
An hour, three tubs of ice cream and three makeovers later we still hadn't got anywhere. But we still had half the pictures left!
"Okay, what about him. He has lovely dimples. What's his name?"
Annie reached out and took the photograph, smirking as she looked. "I knew you'd go for him, good looks, yes. But personality, no. Intelligence, no. Attitude, no. Hufflepuff." Annie is the walking boy encyclopedia. She really does know everything! "That's really mean An, just cos he's in Hufflepuff you don't have to judge him like that. He's probably a really nice person when you get to know him!" Honestly, Carrie has a good word for everyone. It was my turn now; "But with those good looks who cares?" And with that we burst out laughing, making Annie's coke snot out through her nose. So we laughed some more! By the time Ron entered my room we were rolling around the floor in stitches.
"Oh, goodness, girls. May I ask what is so funny you have to roll around and why," he picked up one of the pictures up from the floor, "you have a picture of Malfoy in you're room? Freaks!" and with that he left, closing the door behind him. More laughing from our part. But I pulled myself together, picked up the photo Ron had accused, and looked closely. "Oh God, Gin don't even think about looking at that scum. He's no better than dog's mess…"
"… but this scum has the most lovely eyes!"
a/n; So how do you like my new angle? Please review and I can promise a relationship developing for Ginny in the next chapter! No flames because of the spelling please!
2 "Those Grey Eyes…" Chapter One
"This year I'm going to get over him. Totally over him. I will no longer dote on him; act like the sun shines out of where the sun don't usually shine. I will find someone else or something else. I can do this."
Why do I say this every year? Why can't it ever come true?
Virginia Weasley. Virginia Potter. Aah! See, I'm obsessed. I should go to a help group, HPA. Harry Potter anonymous. I should start the help group. My best friends, Annie and Carrie, say it's the perfect job for me. They try to help me get over him too. And how do you get over a guy? By getting another one (though I never had him in the first place)! I have had boyfriends. Well, two. I really liked one of them! But guess what gets in the way? The story of my bloody life, Ron. We were only kissing at the valentine's ball. But Ron goes all 'over protective brother' on me and basically screams the place down, saying what guys like this do, you could get hurt blah blah blah. So everyone stays away now. Well, I can hardly blame them.
When Harry saved my life in my first year, I totally screwed, and like Carrie's Brad Pitt phase, it got worse. For three more years I doted on him, unable to have a conversation with him, going bright red whenever he was in a ten-metre radius. Last year I asked myself why? Well, he saved my life! He saved the lives of thousands. The thousands you-know-who would have killed without that scar. And that scar… Those eyes, I always look at people's eyes. I can tell what there thinking and feeling. Strange. But I've hardly got a chance. When summers up, I'll just be a little sixth year and he'll be a gorgeous, popular seventh year who doesn't know I exist. Hey, I don't want to be like that. I want to be a gorgeous, popular sixth year who goes through boyfriends like Harry does haircuts. I'll need to do it in steps. So, here goes, step one; Girlie Night In!
"So I have make-up, crimpers, curlers, music, ice cream, crisps and photos," Annie announced proudly. "Photos? Of what?" I asked.
"Well if were going to get you over him we need diversions. And I happen to have photos of all the sixth and seventh year boys as, well, diversions!"
"Good idea! I happen to have one of my own, Gin," Carrie chipped in.
"Annie, how the hell do you have photos of all…"
"You know the camera last year…"
"He he, I wondered what that was for. Well, what are we waiting for? Come on, I wanna find my guy!"
An hour, three tubs of ice cream and three makeovers later we still hadn't got anywhere. But we still had half the pictures left!
"Okay, what about him. He has lovely dimples. What's his name?"
Annie reached out and took the photograph, smirking as she looked. "I knew you'd go for him, good looks, yes. But personality, no. Intelligence, no. Attitude, no. Hufflepuff." Annie is the walking boy encyclopedia. She really does know everything! "That's really mean An, just cos he's in Hufflepuff you don't have to judge him like that. He's probably a really nice person when you get to know him!" Honestly, Carrie has a good word for everyone. It was my turn now; "But with those good looks who cares?" And with that we burst out laughing, making Annie's coke snot out through her nose. So we laughed some more! By the time Ron entered my room we were rolling around the floor in stitches.
"Oh, goodness, girls. May I ask what is so funny you have to roll around and why," he picked up one of the pictures up from the floor, "you have a picture of Malfoy in you're room? Freaks!" and with that he left, closing the door behind him. More laughing from our part. But I pulled myself together, picked up the photo Ron had accused, and looked closely. "Oh God, Gin don't even think about looking at that scum. He's no better than dog's mess…"
"… but this scum has the most lovely eyes!"
a/n; So how do you like my new angle? Please review and I can promise a relationship developing for Ginny in the next chapter! No flames because of the spelling please!