I've always been curious to hear more from Ginny's side of the story, so these are just some musings from her perspective throughout some major points in the series. It doesn't diverge from cannon at all, though it may add to it in some places where we don't have any insight into Ginny's thoughts or feelings. I'll probably be updating weekly, every Monday until the story's finished, though I'm not sure how many chapters it'll have total. I do plan to cover all the way through the end of the series, and chapters will be in chronological order. Read and review, or don't, I don't really care. These were really just written for my own enjoyment, and I decided I'd just as well share them as not, so they haven't been beta'd at all. Still, hope you enjoy!

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Part One. Takes place immediately after Harry's arrival at the Burrow.

Harry Potter was in the kitchen. Her kitchen. Harry Potter. Oh, Merlin. She paced back and forth in her bedroom.

It wouldn't be so bad, except that she was sure she had just made a complete idiot of herself in front of the boy she considered all but perfect. No one had said a word about his coming, so when she came down the stairs in an old tattered nightgown to find the boy of her dreams standing there, grinning at her, she'd done the most embarrassing thing she considered possible: let out a mortified squeak and ran away. Ran away. Ginny Weasley didn't run away from things. Certainly not from boys. She had six older brothers, for heaven's sake!

She groaned and flopped back on to her bed. How was she ever supposed to face him now? Their first proper meeting and she'd behaved like a complete ninny.

To be fair, it would have been very hard not to be impressed by Harry Potter. She'd grown up hearing about him as a hero, the savior of their world. She'd seen him up close last year, and even without knowing who he was, she'd thought he was very handsome, with beautiful green eyes, casually messy black hair and a smile that lit up his whole face. Knowing what she knew now about his past made that smile all the more beautiful, for she couldn't even imagine the suffering he'd been through.

And all year long, she'd received Ron's letters detailing his adventures and his wonderful new friendship with the Boy Who Lived. How he was brave and loyal, not arrogant, even though everyone in the school treated him like a celebrity, how he was the youngest player in a century to be allowed on a house quidditch team and was absolutely brilliant, how he'd shut down that awful Malfoy boy right away in favor of Ron, despite Ron's second hand robes and Malfoy's obviously high standing in the wizard world. How he'd risked his life to stop You Know Who when no one else believed him.

Over the last year, Harry Potter had become almost mythical in her mind, as she knew he was in the minds of so many witches and wizards across the country. But to her, he was different. They only knew that he had lived when Voldemort tried to kill him, but she knew, or at least had an idea, who he was as a person. And that was even more impressive, because now she knew that he was everything the wizarding world hoped he was and more. Not just brave and noble, but also kind and modest and loyal.

She sighed. Sitting up here dreaming about how perfect he was wasn't going to make it any easier to go down those stairs and face the real boy waiting below. She knew she'd have to do it sometime; based on the trunks he'd brought with him, he'd be staying for a while.

Just as she began to finally marshal her courage, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and her brother's voice saying "Come on, I'll show you to my room." She peaked out of her room just in time to catch a pair of emerald green eyes looking at the door curiously, before slamming it shut and blushing scarlet. Well. She supposed there'd be time to meet him properly later.

As I said, hope you liked it. Next chapter will be up next week, and it'll be quite a bit longer than this one.