Wishful Thinking

Ginny Weasley sat down at the window of the girl's dormitory in Gryffindor Tower. The wide patch of warm summer sunlight warmed her skin as she gazed out over the grounds and watched as Hagrid ran out side his hut with his beard smoking.

Smiling to herself, she turned her gaze towards the smooth, green quidditch pitch and watched as her brother Ron and Harry Potter threw a quaffle backwards and forwards. She smiled again as she watched Harry zoom around the pitch and thought worriedly back to breakfast this morning. Had she said too much to Harry and Ron? Was she now a suspect? The attacks had been horrible but it couldn't be her. She couldn't petrify a cat.

She looked at the diary in her lap debating whether or not to tell Tom about this morning. She had had a funny feeling about the diary ever since she had stolen it back from Harry. Had Tom told him any of her secrets? What if Harry, or worse Ron, found out that her, Ginny Weasley, had a crush on the great Harry Potter? She sighed and opened the small black book, her only friend and confidant. Could she ever have someone like Harry or was it just wishful thinking?