How to Get Ginny Weasley to Fancy You
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its lovely characters.
A/N: Okay, I'll admit the first chapters will be a tad bit slow but soon get better. I PROMISE!
"Harry, I promise everything is going to be alright" Hermione Granger comforted.
How was everything going to be alright? Ginny was in the hospital wing severely injured due to Goyle's purposely wrong aim at the Qudditch game. The whizzing bludger had hit her in the small of the back and from 100ft above the ground, she plummeted back down. Even Madame Pompfrey admitted it was going to be a complicated healing process.
Of course, Ron nor Hermione knew he had feelings for Ginny. Only Sirius knew. Harry had told him over the Christmas holidays the year prior, despite all the commotion with Ron's father. He had to admit it was quite a touchy subject to discuss, seeing as how he never talked to anyone about girls before. Nor had he the best of luck with Cho Chang.
But that was long before when Sirius was alive. He had not anything to do with anyone since. He had pretty much tried to ignore the whole world when Sirius died and he was still not over it yet. He had been the closest thing Harry ever had to a family and now that was also taken away from him.
"Harry, you sure are antsy. Do you want to sit down?" Ron asked him.
"No, no. I'm fine" Harry answered in a voice that was barely recognized as his own.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a look. Harry felt as though they could see right through him. They, along with Fred and George, tried to start a conversation about how the match went, with Hermione including her little knowledge on the subject.
As the hours passed, Harry grew more and more impatient. He wanted to know that Ginny was alright and he was going to see her freckled face in the morning. It was nearly midnight now and Ron was snoring near the window. Fred and George had left and Hermione was on the verge of sleep, nodding her head every know and again.
Harry felt himself drift off when a feeble voice called his name. His mind automatically went to Ginny.
There she was, looking quite exhausted, although perfectly healthy. She was sitting upright in bed looking eagerly at him. She was smiling, her red hair gleaming in the moonlight.
He ran towards her, trying to not make himself look like a fool. Thoughts of happiness rushed through his head as he flung himself next to Ginny's bedside.
"Well, it was finally someone else's turn to fall off their broom" he said quietly. You idiot! Try and make her feel stupid.
He could see Ginny blush beside him even through the darkness of the room. She giggled. "So I see it was".
"So how are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm fine. So tell me, how did the match end?".
Over the next few hours, they talked about Gryffindor's win and everything Harry had hoped for conversing with her. There was still one thing left out. He had to hint that he fancied her, which wasn't going to be an easy job. The golden sunlight poured through the windows, signifying morning.
"Well I guess you better get going to class. I wouldn't want you to be late".
Oh no! Was she kicking him out? Didn't she want him there anymore? You're worrying to much, he told himself. Everything is alright.
Ron and Hermione stirred as he bid his goodbyes to Ginny and set off toward the Great Hall for breakfast. He was going to admit his feelings for Ginny. Even if it was the last thing he did.
A/N: Okay hope you liked it. And like I said, the next chapters will be better! Please review, even if you didn't like it.