Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Author's Note: This is a one shot. I've been becoming increasingly intrigued by these short fictions, and so decided to try it. This will be a good distraction from my regular story, and I hope you enjoy.

It's as if he doesn't even notice me. I'm always here, always giving him signals, but he just blows me off. I'm just his best friend's sister; I mean nothing. I mean nothing to him! "I MEAN NOTHING TO HIM!"

She collapsed to her knees in emotional pain. How much longer can I go on like this? This pain inside of me is nothing like anything I've felt before. I know he understands that I'm interested in him, so why doesn't he respond! Am I not pretty? "AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" She yelled in sorrow mixed with a deep anger that could not be controlled. "HE IS THE CAUSE OF MY PAIN. HE IS AT FAULT! FOUR YEARS!" She wept into her pillow. The sun streamed in through her window all the while she was ranting, and it now was trapped in the prism created by the tears that had stored up in her eyes. Four years I've desired him. Four long years. He has had his chances. Even now we are in this house alone. It's not safe for him to leave and I volunteer to keep him company. 'I'll give him his chance,' I think, 'but not just any chance, the perfect one. No outside interruptions or excuses.' Yet still he does nothing. "NOTHING!"

The door creaked open, and the figure that Ginny had longed for for so long emerged from the frame. "What's all the noise about, Ginny? I thought we were alone."

"We are," she replied with much more spite in her voice than she ment to have.

"What's wrong? Can I help?" Can you help? Can you help?! "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'CAN I HELP' ! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN HELP, HARRY!"

"What are you talking about, and why are you yelling? Calm down!"

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! I LONG AFTER YOU FOR FOUR YEARS, FOUR YEARS OF LOYALTY, ADMIRATION, AND LOVE, BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN GRACE ME WITH A RESPONSE TO MY SIGNALS. BLOODY HELL, HARRY! EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME, SHOW ME THE LITTLE RESPECT IT TAKES TO TELL ME THAT!" Harry was sitting on her bed now, jaw dropped and speacheless. "SAY SOMETHING DAMNIT! AT LEAST AKNOWLEDGE THAT YOU REALIZE THAT I LIKE YOU!"

"You really feel this way?"

"Yes," a quavering note of self pity resounded in her voice. Harry responded then, not in words, but in one swift and gracefull motion. He placed his hand on her waist, just above her hip, as he rose, and touched her face in a gentle carress as he kissed her. It was as if the kiss was an antidote for her anger and sorrow. It spread from her lips, to her head, to her neck, and proceeded downward. Her tense muscles relaxed as the medicine went through her. She looked into his eyes and knew that she would never be angry again.