I tried to care. I really did. As I sat in the compartment of the Hogwarts train, I felt my eyes glaze over. It happened a lot when he was talking.
Harry was talking about Draco Malfoy. Again. He hated him more than he hated Voldemort, it seemed. Ron gave interjections, keeping Harry going.
I propped my head on my palm, balancing my elbow on the door handle; trying to figure out what I had seen in Harry Potter.
He was noble, yes. But was there anything under that brave, but bland exterior? Not really. He was kind, but not exciting. I wanted exciting.
"Ginny?" Harry looked at me.
"Huh?" I tried to act like I cared.
"Don't you think Professor Flitwick should-never mind."
"Sorry, Harry. I was thinking about the Order."
He gave me a reassuring smile; as always. I really had to leave.
"I stood up, "I'm gonna see if I can track down Luna. I haven't seen her all day. I hope she's here."
Harry nodded and smiled, then turned to continue his conversation with Ron about Snape.
Once I closed the door, I ran to find an open compartment. I knew where Luna was. Up with Neville.
It seemed there weren't any compartments without people. There was Dean Thomas, definitely not. And Michael Coroner, no way. Finally.
I slipped into the empty compartment, praying Harry wouldn't find me. I had had enough eye-glazing for one day.
I settled down with my newest edition of Witch Weekly. Finally, I had some relaxation time.
Halfway through an article about robes; 'What color Robes are right for my complexion?' the compartment door slid open.
I kept my eyes on the magazine, praying it wasn't Harry or Ron.
Whoever it was slid next to me in the seat. 'Crap, it's Harry!' I thought. 'I need an excuse and an escape plan!'
"Hello, there. All alone?" The voice whispered.
I looked up. It was Draco Malfoy.