Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, unfortunately. It is Ms. Rowling's. However, if someone would like to give it to me, I'd accept.
Jealousy
She watched them. All the time. She knew it was wrong, but she did anyway. She couldn't keep herself away.
She watched her flip her long, dark hair over her shoulder seductively, and him practically drool all overher. She watched his green eyes that were so beautiful sparkle as she laughed at a joke he told.
She watched, and she listened. As she listened, she learned. Not about what was her business, really. What she felt was her business. She watched, and it made her heart ache.
She didn't know why her heart was acting like this. She knew that if it didn't, she would feel better. But she couldn't control the wild beating of her heart as he brushed by her, or held out his hand to help her up, or his minty breath floated past her nose when he leaned forward to help her with a homework problem.
She couldn't control the faint yet clear pangs in her damned heart when she overheard him talking to her brother and best friend. She couldn't help it that while she eavesdropped, and found out that he had kissed her, her heart felt as though it was wilting.
It was a subtle sensation, a subtle form of envy. It took her a long time to discover that she wasn't sad and angry because she was seducing him, forcing him to do what he didn't want to do. Because she wasn't.
The feeling was always clear in movies, and books, but not in real life. It was called jealousy. And Ginny Weasley was more jealous of Cho Chang than she had ever thought would be possible.
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