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Stars and Dreams
Sighing, Ginny rolled over in her narrow wire frame bed, the bright morning sunlight flooding into her vision, making the soft pink walls glow warmly. Squinting, she slowly sat up grabbing for her favorite, though now rather threadbare, blue dressing gown and attempted to run her fingers through her tousled red hair. Another day had dawned bright and beautiful at the Burrow, Ginny's eccentric home with promise of another gorgeous summer day. Ginny automatically picked up her special doll off her pillow and gave it her morning ritual kiss. Sighing again, she looked into the bespectacled, emerald eyes of her 'Harry Potter' doll, wishing from the depths of her heart they were real.
It was hard being an 11 year old girl these days, according to Ginny, especially when your crush or in Ginny's words 'love of her life', is your brother's best friend. Not to mention the fact that he's famous and probably has many other girls like her crushing on him. Ginny grimaced at the thought. Harry was hers. All hers. At least in her dreams…
Stomping down the rickety stairs of the burrow, Ginny's red hair flew out behind her like flames leaping from a fire. She padded lightly over to the breakfast table, she plopped down on the chair next to her older brother, and leaned over her brother to grab bowl of steaming porridge. Grabbing herself a bowl, Ginny surveyed the room and then she did a double take. Ginny squeaked, and her elbow knocked the bowl of hot porridge which fell to the floor with a loud clatter. With her face on fire she climbed under the table, retrieved the bowl and darted out of the room, up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door shut.
'Harry
Potter!' she thought wildly, heart pounding against her rib cage
furiously as she leaned heavily against the door. Aloud she said,
"Harry freakin' Potter is in my kitchen," she closed her
eyes cursing inwardly for not remembering Harry was staying with them
for the rest of the summer! Then it suddenly dawned on her and her
heart sunk to the bottom of her stomach.
"Harry Potter is in
my kitchen, and I just walked in there, with my hair a mess, and in
my pajama's none the less!" A vicious blush rose up her
usually pale freckled cheeks, matching her fiery hair. "Then I was
a complete klutz and knocked over my porridge! Argh!" A tear slowly
slid down one cheek and in that moment she knew it was ruined. Any
chance she had had with Harry Potter had just flown out the window,
and she lowered herself once again onto her bed, sobbing she buried
her face in her pillow.
Fin