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Authors Note - This is a repost! I had it up for a long time and it really just sat there. I got a review today telling me the story needed some work and thats what I have done. Thanks very much to the reviewer I owe you and you know who you are. I hope that it's second time lucky and I will get more for it now. PLease when reviewing use constructive critism, it will help me make this story as appealing as possibleto you readers! If you read me I will review you!

Chapter 1

Crush

Ginny's P.O.V

Why the hell did I do that it's not as if I'm attracted to him or anything. Plus it wasn't my fault he was the one who approached me. But I must admit it did feel good I actually felt like someone cared actually come to think about I may be a little tiny bit attracted to him and its not as if he's ugly or anything. Plus I'm allowed to be a little naughty sometimes aren't I.

What does it matter I only had a crush on Harry only a CRUSH. I don't think he cares about me otherwise he would have said something by now. I mean, he has been best friends with my brothers since he started at Hogwarts and it's not as if my brother hasn't noticed, I think the year I started at Hogwarts and my stupid brothers broke Harry out of the Dursely's house, Ron had said something like I was obsessed (which at that point of time I was). I mean I grew up with six older brothers for god's sake!

I walk down to the darkest corner of the common room, which is my spot. It's like a un-spoken rule to all Gryffindor, this is Ginny Weasley's spot. I don't know what it is that draws me to this spot, maybe it's the fact the I can hide and be who I want to be by myself. I don't have a chance to do that often.

I start to hum to myself. I like the tune, it's one I have heard many times before. It's from a song that I have written. The song is called 'One and Only'. Originally it was about Harry, but I have stopped feeling that – emotional pull that I used to. I now am feeling things for someone else, someone much more interesting.

Shit! Harry is coming here. I absolutely hate it when he does that, doesn't he know that I am not to be disturbed. Gee, I sound like a – old businessman – you know, 'I am not to be disturbed'!

"Hi, Harry" I say with an annoyed tone, still not impressed with him coming over here.

"Oh Ginny just the person I was looking for" Harry said, trying to obviously cover up the fact that he had wandered over here purposely to chat me up.

"Great! You know I sure do try to find her too. Maybe you could point me in the direction of her house!" I say my voice dripping with sarcasm. He just can't take a hint. I don't think I want to be this mean, but once you've started it is really hard to stop.

Harry emits an awkward laugh. He can't comprehend what I have just told him, and doesn't quite know what to say.

"It was a joke! What do you want? I haven't got all that much time! I have a 5foot essay to write for potions and it's due tomorrow."

"Right – I knew it was a joke. It's just – uhh." Harry stammers.

"Come on Potter!"

"Well – I don't really – yeah. I don't really remember why I found you now." Harry adds clearly remembering why he came but just too scared to say."

"Okay – Get out of my corner then. I'll se you at dinner though right?" I ask already knowing that I won't be at dinner but hey I am allowed to lead him on aren't I?

"Yes. I will be there" Harry said sounding much rehearsed.

I shooed him away with my hands. I really do have a essay due tomorrow in potions but it's not 5 feet. It's only 1 foot and it's about the behavior of a 'Pogrebin'.

'Therefore the hair of a Pogrebin is useful in sleeping draughts and other sleeping potions.'

I wrote, my big black quill brushing against my nose causing it to tickle. I loved everything black. I think that was one of my other – issues- with Harry, he liked other colors. I just love black. I think it shows someone's soul if you know how to look. That's why in British Quidditch, I barrack for the Ballycastle Bats, who wear black robes with scarlet bats across the chest.

The bell went alerting students that dinner was now on. I contemplated surprising myself by actually going to dinner or just staying here. I eventually decided that I couldn't deal with the throngs of – people – that would be attending dinner, opting for a nice and quiet dinner in the kitchens instead.

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