A/N This is a story I'm writing for the 100 stories challenge. Each chapter will just be a short oneshot about a moment in their relationship, using the 100 prompts. They won't be going in any paticular order. Hope you enjoy!
1. Introduction
(Ginny's POV)
Oh. Dear.
I just made a complete idiot of myself again in front of The Boy-Who-Lived. Harry Potter. Who is completely cute by the way.
To start with, I knocked over my porridge, which clattered on the floor and made a huge mess. I ducked under the table to pick the bowl up, my face the colour of my hair. I saw Mum discretely using her wand to clear it up, which saved me the extra embarrassment of having to get a cloth and wipe it off the floor. Harry pretended not to notice – unlike Ron, who burst out laughing, and felt the need to mention a number of times through breakfast how red my face was.
Then, when Harry asked if I was starting Hogwarts this year, I blushed even more and put my elbow in the butter dish. Once again, he pretended not to notice and no one else saw due to the fact that Percy had just walked in. I do love my brother. When he's not being a pompous idiot, that is. That was the end of the embarrassment for today, but something even worse will probably happen tomorrow at breakfast.
When Mum and Dad were talking about going to get Harry from those Muggles he lived with, I'd thought for hours about our first encounter. In my head, I didn't knock over bowls, blush permanently around him and put my elbow in butter. No, that certainly wasn't how I'd imagined it. I'd imagined me introducing myself to him coolly, and then he'd be completely amazed at how funny and witty I was at only eleven, and I'd make a wonderful first impression. Then by the end of the summer, he'd be totally in love with me, as I am with him.
And that wasn't even the worst time. The very first time he introduced himself politely to me, I just made a loud noise somewhere between a nervous laugh, a whimper and a stuttered 'hello'. Then ran away to my room. I didn't even introduce myself to him. Mum says it takes a long time to erase your opinion of somebody after a first impression. Which means Harry will see me for a long time as Ron's nervous little sister, who has a huge crush on him and can't string two words together. I do have a crush on him (as I'm sure every eleven year old girl does), but it's only him that I can't talk too. Ask any of my brothers, and they'll tell you I never shut up.
But in front of Harry, I turn into a babbling, clumsy wreck.
It's hard having a crush on the Boy-Who-Lived.
A/N Please review!