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*********Ginny's Thoughts*********
I don't understand it. Why do I have to go and do this to myself? I know how I feel and I also know he'd never look at me in that way.
Looking down at my book, I try my best to concentrate my thoughts on something other than Harry. But with him being so close to me, his deep emerald eyes looking into mine, I can't seem to help myself.
"You alright, Gin?" I hear my brother's voice from across the table we sit at. I'm next to Herm, Harry and Ron are across from us. (We're in a corner of the Grifindor common room, all doing our work together as we usually did every night.) I look up at him, I can tell he sees the blush on my face because he grins in that way only he can.
"Yeah, I'm fine Ron." Trying desperately not to appear too obvious, I turn to Herm and ask a question about the potion's homework I'm trying to concentrate on. But I feel those beautiful eyes, those eyes I can never seem to look away from when they catch my own plain browns, are staring at me. I feel my face growing hotter and I know my blush just deepened.
"Hermione, I don't understand this formula. Mixing the rat tails and the sap of some tree…" She leans in close to me and makes it look as though she's explaining it to me. (She knows I know this chapter by heart.)
Whispering softly, so they couldn't hear, "Ginny, you okay?"
"I'm trying to be. But I can't concentrate being so close to him. Ya know?" My brown eyes look desperately into hers and she nods.
"I know how you feel. But just give it time. Harry will come around. I promise." Hermione, my best friend. She's almost like a sister to me, the sister I never had. We tell each other everything girls can't talk to boys about and then some. I know her feelings for my brother, Ron. And she knows my own love for the famous Harry Potter.
I nodded and looked up. He was still staring, but when he noticed I had noticed, he quickly looked away. I knew I must look like some love- struck little girl as my brown eyes twinkled when I looked over at him. But I couldn't help it. I've loved Harry ever since my first year at Hogwarts. The year he held me close to him as he carried me away. That was the year he rescued me. My savior, Harry Potter.
But it is no longer just some simple puppy love. Oh Merlin's beard do I wish it was. It would be so much easier. But this is my sixth year here, his seventh. And it scares me. What if when he leaves Hogwarts, I had lost all chances of telling him how I secretly felt? The things I wanted to tell him. To express my love for him and tell him how I had been saving all this inside of me just for him. This scares me more than I had been in my first year. I am in love and have been in love for six years.
How does a girl tell a boy, almost a man, how she feels? Would he reject me? Would he take me into his strong arms and tell me he has felt the same? His emerald eyes once again lock into mine, but this time, neither of us look away. I love those eyes. His eyes. I can always tell how he is feeling and what he's thinking just by looking into those captivating, emerald green eyes.
The emotion I see there now, as we stare into one another's gaze, takes my breath from my chest. Is that love reflecting towards me? Can it really be love I see in his eyes as he looks at me now? No, it couldn't be. Harry would never love me. But why not? I argue with myself. Why couldn't, or wouldn't for that matter, Harry love me? I decide here and now that I am going to confess all my love for him. I am going to tell him of the feelings I've hidden deep inside of me these six years.
But not now. Not with Ron and Hermione around. It needs to be perfect. I am going to tell him when I know the moment is right. I, Ginny Weasly, will tell Harry that I love him.
*****end of chapter one*****
Note: If I get any reviews that you like it, I'll write the second chapter. Hope this was alright for my first Harry and Ginny fic! Please R&R!!!!
Note: This goes out to my favorite writer, Kimmy Sama! Love you!
*********Ginny's Thoughts*********
I don't understand it. Why do I have to go and do this to myself? I know how I feel and I also know he'd never look at me in that way.
Looking down at my book, I try my best to concentrate my thoughts on something other than Harry. But with him being so close to me, his deep emerald eyes looking into mine, I can't seem to help myself.
"You alright, Gin?" I hear my brother's voice from across the table we sit at. I'm next to Herm, Harry and Ron are across from us. (We're in a corner of the Grifindor common room, all doing our work together as we usually did every night.) I look up at him, I can tell he sees the blush on my face because he grins in that way only he can.
"Yeah, I'm fine Ron." Trying desperately not to appear too obvious, I turn to Herm and ask a question about the potion's homework I'm trying to concentrate on. But I feel those beautiful eyes, those eyes I can never seem to look away from when they catch my own plain browns, are staring at me. I feel my face growing hotter and I know my blush just deepened.
"Hermione, I don't understand this formula. Mixing the rat tails and the sap of some tree…" She leans in close to me and makes it look as though she's explaining it to me. (She knows I know this chapter by heart.)
Whispering softly, so they couldn't hear, "Ginny, you okay?"
"I'm trying to be. But I can't concentrate being so close to him. Ya know?" My brown eyes look desperately into hers and she nods.
"I know how you feel. But just give it time. Harry will come around. I promise." Hermione, my best friend. She's almost like a sister to me, the sister I never had. We tell each other everything girls can't talk to boys about and then some. I know her feelings for my brother, Ron. And she knows my own love for the famous Harry Potter.
I nodded and looked up. He was still staring, but when he noticed I had noticed, he quickly looked away. I knew I must look like some love- struck little girl as my brown eyes twinkled when I looked over at him. But I couldn't help it. I've loved Harry ever since my first year at Hogwarts. The year he held me close to him as he carried me away. That was the year he rescued me. My savior, Harry Potter.
But it is no longer just some simple puppy love. Oh Merlin's beard do I wish it was. It would be so much easier. But this is my sixth year here, his seventh. And it scares me. What if when he leaves Hogwarts, I had lost all chances of telling him how I secretly felt? The things I wanted to tell him. To express my love for him and tell him how I had been saving all this inside of me just for him. This scares me more than I had been in my first year. I am in love and have been in love for six years.
How does a girl tell a boy, almost a man, how she feels? Would he reject me? Would he take me into his strong arms and tell me he has felt the same? His emerald eyes once again lock into mine, but this time, neither of us look away. I love those eyes. His eyes. I can always tell how he is feeling and what he's thinking just by looking into those captivating, emerald green eyes.
The emotion I see there now, as we stare into one another's gaze, takes my breath from my chest. Is that love reflecting towards me? Can it really be love I see in his eyes as he looks at me now? No, it couldn't be. Harry would never love me. But why not? I argue with myself. Why couldn't, or wouldn't for that matter, Harry love me? I decide here and now that I am going to confess all my love for him. I am going to tell him of the feelings I've hidden deep inside of me these six years.
But not now. Not with Ron and Hermione around. It needs to be perfect. I am going to tell him when I know the moment is right. I, Ginny Weasly, will tell Harry that I love him.
*****end of chapter one*****
Note: If I get any reviews that you like it, I'll write the second chapter. Hope this was alright for my first Harry and Ginny fic! Please R&R!!!!