Later on that day, Ginny was sitting in her bedroom all alone. She started out of her wonky bedroom window onto the golden grasslands which covered most of the ground below her. But she wasn't looking so much at that. Harry was with Ron practicing Quidditch in the back garden. Harry was amazing at Quidditch, and Ginny had never tried it before. She looked longingly out of the window. Then, she had a thought. Could Harry teach her to play Quidditch? She jumped of her chair and ran down the old creaky staircase to the garden.
'Hi Ginny! How are you this morning?' shouted Harry peering at her over his broomstick.
'Ok, thanks! I was wondering...'
Suddenly Harry swooped down on her and hovered above the floor next to her.
'Do you want me to teach you how to play Quidditch?'
'Yes please!'
So after half an hour of thorough training, Ginny could at least ride a broomstick and try to throw a ball into one of the hoops. Even Ron was impressed. They landed on the ground again.
'Thanks Harry. I've never ridden a broomstick before, but I loved it!'
'That's ok,' Harry said.
There was a tense silence. Ron had walked off indoors, so it was just Ginny and Harry alone in the garden.
'Erm...Harry...'
'Yeah...'
'So...do you like...'
'Me? Yeah I do. Very much so,' said Harry, looking into her eyes, 'as a friend.'
'Oh, ok that's cool. So see you in a minute.'
'Yeah.'
Ginny walked back up to the house, her feet dragging along the floor. Harry liked her, but as a friend. Were her feelings a waste of time? What was she going to do?
'Wait! Ginny! I didn't say everything.'
Ginny turned round and came face to face with Harry. She took a step backwards, but tumbled over a tree stump. A hand caught her just as she was about to fall to the ground.
'Is it ok if we meet up tonight,' Harry looked around for anyone who might be listening, ' at the old barn? I've got something to say in private.'
'Yes please! I mean, ok.'
'Ok then, see you tonight.' Harry walked back to the house, with Ginny not far behind him.