She lay in her bed as the moon crept in through the window. The snores of her friends were keeping her awake, or so she liked to think, to pretend. It was far easier to pretend that something as mundane as snores were the reason for her sleepless nights. Admitting it was something else would be, well it would be foolish. Especially since that something else was currently unavailable, as was she. Not unavailable in the traditional sense of the word, unavailable because she knew it could never happen. That, and that alone was what was keeping Ginny Weasley awake.
Her thoughts drifted back to what had happened earlier, after practise. Dean had pulled her away from the team quickly, taking her hand and leading her up two flights of stairs. She had gone, seemingly happily, she was always careful not to let anyone see how she really felt. She liked Dean, she liked Dean a lot but she was still completely hung up on someone else. She always had been, just as she had always been very popular with all of the other boys. So, she had taken Hermione's advice and dated some of them.
Dean had practically dragged her to the secret corridor that was hidden behind a tapestry. She'd known what was coming and had braced herself for it. It was all part of the act, kissing in secret. It made Dean think she was interested and she was, but not quite as interested as she was in someone else. If anyone had known they would have said it was unfair on Dean, as it was Hermione did not take this stance and Ginny was incredibly grateful.
The bodies of two people entering the corridor had forced the exchange to come to an abrupt halt. As pleased as she'd been for this interruption, when she caught sight of the face of her brother she'd wished that she was somewhere else. She'd chanced a glance at Harry and had seen his expression flicker. It'd held a look of pure horror, dislike, jealousy. She didn't like to think of why. Secretly she hoped it was because he wished he was in Dean's place, but letting herself think like that would be admitting that she was in love with Harry. That was something she'd never do.
The argument had been fierce; her and Ron usually got on extremely well, she felt quite sorry for him. Always overshadowed by Harry. Their fight had been so fierce that Harry had been forced to act as a barrier between the two of them. Otherwise one of them would have been seriously hurt. Harry's reaction when Ron had tried to hex Ginny still gave her butterflies. He'd pushed him up against a wall, trying to protect her. Surely that must mean he felt something for her? There was no way he'd do that for just anyone was there? He was Harry, brave, strong Harry. Her brain had taken a photograph of his face the moment she'd seen him. There was definite jealously there. He'd tried to protect her. He must feel something for her. Maybe it wasn't impossible but inevitable?
She rolled over so that her back was facing the window, her eyes tight shut. She drifted off into a light sleep, still thinking of Harry. Her brave, strong Harry.