Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, oh Merlin...
He's staring at me! Me! Me, me, me, me, me, me!
Not Ophelia who's sitting next to me or Jane who's sitting behind me, but ME!
I feel so happy, I could burst.
I mean, our family had always been close to him over the years. So close, in fact, that he could proudly call us his own. We all had our moments with him, whether it was Mum or Dad or the twins or Ron or even Bill, Charlie or Percy (well, not so much Percy, actually). I also have the honor of saying that even I have had moments with him too, and not just because I'm part of the family either. We were talking outside, one night we both couldn't get to sleep, and he said, and I quote,
"Ginny, it's nice to talk to you. Sometimes I just need a break from Ron and Hermione. Sometimes... I just need to let it out with a person who understands me more than the average peer. It's great, I think, to have a wonderful person like you as my friend."
Unquote. I don't think I have ever blushed so much in my life. I don't normally like to act like this, all girly and excited and brainless. But whenever I see him or think about him or talk to him, I feel so floaty and giddy that it gets to the point of insanity. But who wouldn't? With those expressive, one of a kind emerald eyes, that messy yet lovable black hair, that lean yet muscled body, that kind attitude and personality...
I mean, he is Harry Potter after all.
