Discalimer: I don't own any HP character, places, and such, although this fanfic is mine. And if there is anything in here that sounds like someone else's story, I apologize because I didn't do it on purpose!
"I love you."
She stood there, in shock, unable to move or think or do anything but stare into his deep, green eyes.
"Wh...what?" She finally spat it out.
"It's true! I honestly do!" Harry replied.
Ginny's mind was racing. She tried to work it out, but the whole thing was just too incredible. "B...but...but...I..""Please, Ginny..don't speak. I mean, I'm not done yet. You see..." But he couldn't continue. By this time Ginny had already gotten down the hallway and was running towards the girl's bathrooms.
"Ginny! Wait!" Harry hurried to catch her before she got away, but he couldn't make it. Ginny was out of sight.....and out of reach.
It was December of Harry's seventh and last year at Hogwarts, and his emotions had begun to run wild. He saw his friends and fellow classmates in different perspectives, and sometimes it made life a lot harder for the young hero.
This was just the case with Ginny Weasley, a sixth year girl and sister of Harry's best friend. Harry knew Ginny had always had a "thing" for him, but he had always regarded it as a silly little girl crush. Until now, that is.
There was just no doubt about it. Ginny was growing up. She looked more mature, acted more mature, and was definitely not the scrawny little girl he had met at the train station his first year at Hogwarts.
The bathroom door slammed behind Ginny and seemed to wake her up from her daze. What? she thought. She splashed some water on her face and sat down. The floor was cold, yes, but it was just another greatly needed wake, or more like a shock, into reality.
What just happened? I mean, I was standing there reading, and then I dropped my books, and then he was there! It was like...like...magic! She let out a small chuckle at her thought, and then began to think aloud.
"But...but all he did was pick up my books..and then..and then we talked....and then he..he....said...he said......" Her voice trailed off into thought. She sat there on the cold, damp ground for a few minutes, then got up and went to the sinks. She looked in the mirror and questioned herself.
"Why? Why did he say that to me? And...and why do I feel like I do? I mean, I have loved him for years...at least I thought I have loved him. What if I have been wrong all these years? What if...oh!" Ginny burst into tears. She ran out the door and straight to the girl's dormitory, though she did have to get through the heavy populated common room.