I don't own Harry Potter. Those rights belong to JK Rowling.

She had been watching him for what felt like hours, admiring the way his eyebrows creased when he was thinking. She loved how he would run his hand through his hair in stress, only succeeding in making his hair even messier than it was before. The way he bit his lip in concentration as he poured over his homework enthralled her. His quill scratched away at the parchment and his messy scrawl was smudged as his wrist moved along the page. She loved his handwriting. She loved the stupid grin that was plastered across his face as he rolled up his potions assignment in triumph. She loved the way he melted into the cosy armchair in relief.

Merlin, she loved everything about him.

It was the other boy who was currently with her that snapped her out of her thoughts though.

"Are you ok?"

Damn, she had forgotten about Dean.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she sighed as she sat up and plastered a fake smile on her face, "why are you asking?"

"You looked completely out of it! Your mouth was half open and you looked like you were about to fall asleep!"

"Oh, well I suppose I'm a little tired. I was just nodding off." She lied smoothly while she stretched her arms above her head and looked over at the other boy currently on her mind at the moment. She couldn't help but notice that the glow from the dying fire lit up his smile in a way that she had never seen before. His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, were glowing as he smiled at whatever Ron had just said. His hair looked wild and untamed, yet beautiful at the same time. His lips looked so lovely and pink as he spoke. His eyebrows were raised slightly, properly in response to Hermione's rambling. His cheeks were a rosy hue of perfection. He looked so handsome, so perfect, so-

"Are you sure you're ok?"

Ugh. Dean.

"Yes I'm fine! Stop asking me!" She snapped at him.

"Ok, ok! It's just that was the second time in the space of a few minutes that you've slipped into dream land! I'm sorry for pestering you Gin." Dean said as he slipped his hand into hers.

She looked up at Dean and couldn't help but notice that his eyes didn't hold the same warmth or happiness as his. She smiled slightly so he didn't suspect any further and leaned back against his chest.

The common room was almost empty. Only a few people remained in it. She chanced a glance at him again, only to see a pair of striking emerald eyes staring directly into hers.

They took her breath away. They were beautiful. Stunningly beautiful.

She loved how they would light up in glee as they played Quidditch. She loved how they held a spark within them that couldn't be compared to anyone else's.

She remembered how when she told him a joke back at the Burrow, his eyes glowed as he laughed. She remembered when he snorted over his Pumpkin Juice at breakfast the previous day when Ron and Hermione were fighting over something stupid, his eyes were glowing with mischief.

Those were the same eyes that were staring into hers right now from across the room.

She was lost in the beauty of them. She was entranced by their colour.

It was only when she felt Dean move slightly behind her that she remembered where she was and who she was with.

Her face coloured brilliantly as she faced away from him. A weird sense of sadness welled up inside her as she remembered a key fact.

Harry Potter wasn't hers.

So as she sat there, her hand entwined in Deans, she realised that she didn't feel anything towards him. Sure, he was sweet, but she didn't love him.

She loved Harry. Only Harry.

But Ginny Weasley couldn't have Harry Potter. She could only sit there and watch.