GInny Weasely loved a good love story. Her parents had a great one, when she was small, she'd make her mum tell it to her over and over again.

She was eight now, and much too old for such fantasy's. That's what she said anyways.

Ginny was also at that stage where she questioned everything. Soul mates were one of the first things she questioned.

"But why don't I have one Mummy? Bill has got one, so has Percy! Why not me!"

Molly Weasely had patiently explained how some witch's and wizards had soul mates, and some didn't. And besides, Ginny didn't really want a soul mate! That meant she could marry whomever she pleased.

This answer did not satisfy the curious little girl.

"Mummy, I want one! I want one, I want one, I want one!"

Molly Weasely sighed. It seemed she had a long day ahead of her.


Ginny had been in an accident when she was small, one that had burned her whole right hand terribly. The scarring was wretched to look at, and Molly had made the decision to conceal it.

Ginny was told this when she was nine. She'd always wondered why Mummy didn't use magic on Freddie, or Ron, or Percy like that.

So she asked and her mummy had explained how when she was very small, she'd crawled over to the fireplace and stuck her hand inside.

"We were very lucky that you didn't lose your whole hand darling!"


When Ginny was, eleven, she had a crush in Harry Potter. He was, as far as she had heard, kind and gentle, and an all around great guy.

There was a small part of Ginny that felt...wrong about liking Harry. She supposed it was because he was Ron's best friend. Were you allowed to like your brother's best friend? Ginny didn't know and she had no one to ask, at least not this time.

When they went to Diagon Alley (with Harry Potter!) they ran into the Malfoy family.

Ginny had heard about them for years, from her father, and it was second nature to her to defend Harry, after all, Weasely's defend their own.

As she diverted the attention away from Harry, Ginny had heard a small little gasp.

It was faint, and aristocratic, and definitely not from one of her family members.

It gave Ginny butterflies.

Later on she learns that Phaet Malfoy is the one who gasped. Ginny can't understand why a Malfoy would concern herself with a Weasely.


Ginny doesn't see Phaet again, not really, until the end of her first year in Hogwarts.

She is in the hospital wing, and the Headmaster is talking softly to her parents while Madame Pomphrey is off in her office.

Phaet slips in quietly, and stands at the end of Ginny's bed. Her grey eyes rake over Ginny in a way that shouldn't be comfortable for Ginny, but she's at peace with it.

"Ginny." She says, pausing for a long time, as though she can't quite decided what to say next. "I'm glad you're alright."

Then Phaet flees, and Ginny put's the warm feeling she got when Phaet said her name aside, and tries very hard to forget it.


A/N Here we get a look into the perspective of Ginny.

She was fun to write because I imagine Ginny was kind of a little brat as a kid. She was after all, the youngest and only girl. So naturally she would get answers when she asked. (Not necessarily true answers!)

But I hope you enjoyed it my dears.

Disclaimer: I own Phaet Malfoy. I don't own Harry Potter.