Biking and Basketball
Intro: I'll Teach You Basketball…Tomorrow, Maybe?
Harry was just her friend. After all, they'd been through so much it would be plain awkward to date.
Harry was going to teach her a muggle sport. He said they were fun. He was in his 7th year, she in her 6th but she still thought that was kinda dumb of Harry. Since when were Muggle sports fun?
He told her tomorrow, and she told him okay, but she wasn't sure. He said he'd teach her basketball. She didn't want to learn, but she was a stubborn girl and determined to. She had brothers after all, six of them; of course she had to toughen up. But with Harry, she was different than on the inside. They were friends-and for quite some time even more than that.
The last name Potter had a nice ring to it when put together with Her name. She was beautiful on the inside, confused, lonely on the outside. Sometimes she was fun, outgoing. Like when she was with her best friend Hermione, they giggled together, shared their feelings, shared their ambitions, their wishes. Everything, anything. With Harry she was what she felt she was: Dumb. Why else would he break up with her? She wasn't a know-it-all, who recited Shakespeare to Ron anxiously; wasn't ugly, wasn't ugly; just so terribly Weasley.
"She "being Ginny. The Ginny. Ginny Weasley.