A Girl He Used to Know
Ginny Weasley sat by the common room fire one evening trying to finish up her homework, but was too distracted to study. The fact was that she just couldn't get over that stupid git.
He had haunted her dreams since she was ten years old, and though this year she had finally pushed all of her feelings away, befriended him, and begun going out with that idiot, Corner, here she was thinking about him.
He was sitting across from her, the firelight flickering across his chiseled face, his emerald eyes glittering, and his messy hair falling into a messy yet so-
No, she would stop this. She knew what he was thinking about. It was that blubbering Cho Chang. That girl who didn't give two Knuts about him; she was too busy trying to be friends with that traitor friend of hers.
Oh the agony of it all.
He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He saved the world
She would just bawl
Do I have to say anything at all?
He wanted her
She'd never tell
Secretly she wanted him as well
But her friend (Marietta) stuck up her nose
She had a problem with how he opposed
He was a reckless boy
She said 'C ya later boy'
He wasn't good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth.
Ginny sighed and rolled her chocolate brown eyes. This was crazy, pointless. She shouldn't even be thinking about him. She needed someone else. She had already ditched Corner.maybe Dean.
Five years from now
She sits at home
She's feeding the baby
She's all alone
She opens Witch Weekly
Guess who she sees-
Reckless boy divin' down page three
She owls her friend
Who already knows
And has got tickets to see his game
She tags along
Stands in the crowd
Looks up at the man that she turned down
He was a reckless boy
She said 'C ya later boy'
He wasn't good enough for her Now he's a Quidditch Star
On a Firebolt - not Shooting Star
To show pretty face just what he's worth
Ginny sighed in content as she sat in the top box of the Quidditch Stadium. It had been two and a half years since the final battle and things were finally starting to fall into place.
The war had brought them closer and they had sought comfort in each other - had fallen in love in the midst of it all.
She glanced around the stadium for glimpses of familiar faces, and what she saw made her grin despite herself. Cho Chang was watching Harry, HER Harry, flying up above, searching for the snitch.
Sorry girl but you missed out
Well, tough luck, that boy's mine now
We are more then just good friends
This is how the story ends
Too bad that you couldn't see
See the man that boy could be
There is more than meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside
He's just a boy
And I'm just a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love
Haven't you heard -
How we charm each other's world
I'm with the reckless boy
You said 'C ya later boy'
We'll meet on the pitch after the game
We'll be in the stadium
And all of the fans will come
We'll see a girl he used to know.
"And Harry Potter catches the snitch! England wins 150 to 0! This kind of playing hasn't been seen in centuries!" shouted the excited commentator, five minutes into the game.
But Ginny Weasley (soon to be Potter) was oblivious to this all. The moment he had walked into the top box, their eyes had barely left each other, and after the victory lap, she couldn't help it. She tore down the stands, her family following behind her trying to stop her. She reached the pitch and jumped into his arms and kissed him hard to the amusement and awe of all the spectators.
This was really it. After three years of war, and two years of catching death eaters and rebuilding, it was finally over.
She was here, with Harry, the man she loved, and that's all that mattered.
She looked in the crowd and glimpsed Cho Chang's usual skulking face, and shook her head, remembering how this girl had been competition.
All she was now was, a girl he used to know.
Ginny Weasley sat by the common room fire one evening trying to finish up her homework, but was too distracted to study. The fact was that she just couldn't get over that stupid git.
He had haunted her dreams since she was ten years old, and though this year she had finally pushed all of her feelings away, befriended him, and begun going out with that idiot, Corner, here she was thinking about him.
He was sitting across from her, the firelight flickering across his chiseled face, his emerald eyes glittering, and his messy hair falling into a messy yet so-
No, she would stop this. She knew what he was thinking about. It was that blubbering Cho Chang. That girl who didn't give two Knuts about him; she was too busy trying to be friends with that traitor friend of hers.
Oh the agony of it all.
He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He saved the world
She would just bawl
Do I have to say anything at all?
He wanted her
She'd never tell
Secretly she wanted him as well
But her friend (Marietta) stuck up her nose
She had a problem with how he opposed
He was a reckless boy
She said 'C ya later boy'
He wasn't good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth.
Ginny sighed and rolled her chocolate brown eyes. This was crazy, pointless. She shouldn't even be thinking about him. She needed someone else. She had already ditched Corner.maybe Dean.
Five years from now
She sits at home
She's feeding the baby
She's all alone
She opens Witch Weekly
Guess who she sees-
Reckless boy divin' down page three
She owls her friend
Who already knows
And has got tickets to see his game
She tags along
Stands in the crowd
Looks up at the man that she turned down
He was a reckless boy
She said 'C ya later boy'
He wasn't good enough for her Now he's a Quidditch Star
On a Firebolt - not Shooting Star
To show pretty face just what he's worth
Ginny sighed in content as she sat in the top box of the Quidditch Stadium. It had been two and a half years since the final battle and things were finally starting to fall into place.
The war had brought them closer and they had sought comfort in each other - had fallen in love in the midst of it all.
She glanced around the stadium for glimpses of familiar faces, and what she saw made her grin despite herself. Cho Chang was watching Harry, HER Harry, flying up above, searching for the snitch.
Sorry girl but you missed out
Well, tough luck, that boy's mine now
We are more then just good friends
This is how the story ends
Too bad that you couldn't see
See the man that boy could be
There is more than meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside
He's just a boy
And I'm just a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love
Haven't you heard -
How we charm each other's world
I'm with the reckless boy
You said 'C ya later boy'
We'll meet on the pitch after the game
We'll be in the stadium
And all of the fans will come
We'll see a girl he used to know.
"And Harry Potter catches the snitch! England wins 150 to 0! This kind of playing hasn't been seen in centuries!" shouted the excited commentator, five minutes into the game.
But Ginny Weasley (soon to be Potter) was oblivious to this all. The moment he had walked into the top box, their eyes had barely left each other, and after the victory lap, she couldn't help it. She tore down the stands, her family following behind her trying to stop her. She reached the pitch and jumped into his arms and kissed him hard to the amusement and awe of all the spectators.
This was really it. After three years of war, and two years of catching death eaters and rebuilding, it was finally over.
She was here, with Harry, the man she loved, and that's all that mattered.
She looked in the crowd and glimpsed Cho Chang's usual skulking face, and shook her head, remembering how this girl had been competition.
All she was now was, a girl he used to know.
