1 A/N I just want to thank everyone for reading (and reviewing, hopefully).
I would also like to thank Anne for beta reading this for me. Please read
and enjoy, and let me know what you think (.
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3 A Slight Glimmer of Hope…Part 2…Or is there
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A few days later, Ginny was in the Great Hall, talking to her best friend Kimberly. They were just chatting and giggling about silly everyday stuff, when suddenly Kimberly exclaimed, "Ginny, don't look now, but Harry Potter is glancing our way!"
Ginny felt a pang in her heart. Was he looking at me? No, he couldn't possibly be. But still, there is always hope.
"Okay, he's turned back, you can look now," Kimberly whispered across the table. Ginny never told Kimberly about her feelings for Harry Potter, but she knew, and Ginny knew that she knew. Ginny was grateful that Kimberly hardly brought up her 'infatuation' with Harry. The way it was, Ginny was hardly able to live it down (somehow her whole family caught on; Ginny didn't know how…she didn't think she was that obvious), so she was glad that Kimberly spared her the humiliation.
Kimberly had been Ginny's best friend since she'd started at Hogwarts. Kimberly was a Ravenclaw, so Ginny didn't get to see her very often, which was unfortunate because they always had the best of times together. Kimberly had dark blue eyes, and was just a pinch shorter that Ginny. Her blonde hair was thick, and straight and it almost went to her waist. Ginny sometimes wished she could have Kimberly's hair. Sure, she liked her hair, there wasn't anything wrong with being a red head, but Kimberly's hair was so thick, and it did exactly what she wanted it to. Kimberly defiantly stuck out in crowds because her hair was very long and very blonde, and with Ginny's bright red hair, they were certainly easy to pick out.
Ginny turned her head toward the other side of the Gryffindor table and noticed Harry looking their way again. She decided to do something spontaneous. She quickly waved to him and then, losing her nerve looked at the ground, almost missing his wave in return. Is that as daring as I get? My Gosh, I am not very daring. No wonder I can't get Harry to notice me!
"Who are you looking at? Is it a girl, again?" Ron shouted to Harry, loud enough that half of the Great Hall could hear him. Harry blushed and shot Ron a look that told him to mind his own business.
Unluckily, Malfoy chose to walk in the same time Ron was teasing Harry.
"So, Potty is looking for a girlfriend. Are you lonely? Poor, poor Potter, can't find a girl worthy enough to shine his shoes," he snickered.
"Shut up Malfoy, it's not like you could ever get a girlfriend. Who'd want to date an evil shrimp," Ginny shouted from across the room. Okay, that was much better, she decided, proud of herself. Can't say I don't have any guts now.
Malfoy finally gave up and sat down, and Harry looked shocked that Ginny had actually stood up to Malfoy.
Later that night, in the common room, Ginny sat in a plush couch by the fire. Suddenly, much to her surprise, Harry came and sat right next to her. He looked at her like he wanted to tell her something, but he just kept silent. He didn't say anything for a long time, he just sort of sat there, like there was something big he was pondering.
While he sat there Ginny could feel her skin on fire. In the next instant, she felt goose bumps start to arise, which surprised her, since she'd felt so warm only a moment before. She quickly covered up her ankles so Harry wouldn't notice the goose bumps. She kept wondering if he wanted something from her. Maybe he likes me, she thought, but she quickly pushed that thought aside. That couldn't possibly be it. There is always that glimmer of hope though, isn't there? Is he thinking of me? Does he ever wonder anything about me? I mean, he never actually tried to carry on a conversation with me before.
Finally Harry spoke up.
"So…er…thanks for telling Malfoy off for me earlier today."
She smiled at him, wondering where exactly he was trying to take this conversation. "No problem Harry, he deserved it."
He began to seem interested in the couch material, meanwhile, going back into complete silence. For a minute he looked like perhaps he was going to get up off the couch. He started to stand up, but then he looked back at Ginny, and apparently thought better of it. There must be something else on his mind, Ginny decided to herself.
"You have certainly grown up and matured since your first year at Hogwarts. I can barely recognize you when you walk by anymore. You will make some lucky bloke very happy someday," Harry told her. Ginny thought she was going into shock. He thinks I've matured?? Oh yeah!
"Thank you, you will make some lucky girl very happy someday also." I wish I could be that lucky girl. She reminded herself to say her special prayer twice tonight.
"Listen," Harry continued, rubbing his thumbnail over the sleek cushions of the couch, "I was just thinking. I never made much of an attempt to get to know you, we should really talk more…You know, Ron and Hermione kind of have this unspoken bond between them, and sometimes I feel sort of left out…and I'm sure you feel left out too sometimes, because your best friend is from Ravenclaw so she isn't around very often…Well, I guess what I'm trying to get at is…I think we should talk more…So what do you say? Friends?" He sent an adorable smile her way.
"Of course we are, Harry. You shouldn't even have to ask that. I'll always be your friend." Or anything else you'd want me to be.
Harry looked slightly relieved, but she could tell he still had something on his mind he wanted to get out. "Now that that is settled, are you and Kimberly going to Hogsmeade this weekend," Harry asked her.
"Yes Harry, why do you ask? Do you need someone to protect you from Malfoy," she teased.
Harry laughed lightly. He's so cute when he laughs
"Actually I was wondering…," he started. That couch cushion must get more and more interesting all the time.
"Yes?"
"Well…you are over your little crush you used to have on me, correct?" Maybe he's in love with that dratted cushion.
Ginny didn't know what to say. She never realized he even knew about her crush on him. She felt too embarrassed to admit it. He just finished telling me how mature I've got. Would he think my crush is too babyish? It may have started out as a simple little infatuated crush, but it's not the same anymore. I like him now because he is kind, and considerate, and always there for his friends. What more could I want in a guy? When I was younger I may have only liked him because he was cute and famous, but the feelings have deepened instead of diminishing over time. Those things don't matter to anymore, although they surely help.
"No, of course not," she quickly blurted out.
"Well then…would you help me get Kimberly to like me?"
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3 A Slight Glimmer of Hope…Part 2…Or is there
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A few days later, Ginny was in the Great Hall, talking to her best friend Kimberly. They were just chatting and giggling about silly everyday stuff, when suddenly Kimberly exclaimed, "Ginny, don't look now, but Harry Potter is glancing our way!"
Ginny felt a pang in her heart. Was he looking at me? No, he couldn't possibly be. But still, there is always hope.
"Okay, he's turned back, you can look now," Kimberly whispered across the table. Ginny never told Kimberly about her feelings for Harry Potter, but she knew, and Ginny knew that she knew. Ginny was grateful that Kimberly hardly brought up her 'infatuation' with Harry. The way it was, Ginny was hardly able to live it down (somehow her whole family caught on; Ginny didn't know how…she didn't think she was that obvious), so she was glad that Kimberly spared her the humiliation.
Kimberly had been Ginny's best friend since she'd started at Hogwarts. Kimberly was a Ravenclaw, so Ginny didn't get to see her very often, which was unfortunate because they always had the best of times together. Kimberly had dark blue eyes, and was just a pinch shorter that Ginny. Her blonde hair was thick, and straight and it almost went to her waist. Ginny sometimes wished she could have Kimberly's hair. Sure, she liked her hair, there wasn't anything wrong with being a red head, but Kimberly's hair was so thick, and it did exactly what she wanted it to. Kimberly defiantly stuck out in crowds because her hair was very long and very blonde, and with Ginny's bright red hair, they were certainly easy to pick out.
Ginny turned her head toward the other side of the Gryffindor table and noticed Harry looking their way again. She decided to do something spontaneous. She quickly waved to him and then, losing her nerve looked at the ground, almost missing his wave in return. Is that as daring as I get? My Gosh, I am not very daring. No wonder I can't get Harry to notice me!
"Who are you looking at? Is it a girl, again?" Ron shouted to Harry, loud enough that half of the Great Hall could hear him. Harry blushed and shot Ron a look that told him to mind his own business.
Unluckily, Malfoy chose to walk in the same time Ron was teasing Harry.
"So, Potty is looking for a girlfriend. Are you lonely? Poor, poor Potter, can't find a girl worthy enough to shine his shoes," he snickered.
"Shut up Malfoy, it's not like you could ever get a girlfriend. Who'd want to date an evil shrimp," Ginny shouted from across the room. Okay, that was much better, she decided, proud of herself. Can't say I don't have any guts now.
Malfoy finally gave up and sat down, and Harry looked shocked that Ginny had actually stood up to Malfoy.
Later that night, in the common room, Ginny sat in a plush couch by the fire. Suddenly, much to her surprise, Harry came and sat right next to her. He looked at her like he wanted to tell her something, but he just kept silent. He didn't say anything for a long time, he just sort of sat there, like there was something big he was pondering.
While he sat there Ginny could feel her skin on fire. In the next instant, she felt goose bumps start to arise, which surprised her, since she'd felt so warm only a moment before. She quickly covered up her ankles so Harry wouldn't notice the goose bumps. She kept wondering if he wanted something from her. Maybe he likes me, she thought, but she quickly pushed that thought aside. That couldn't possibly be it. There is always that glimmer of hope though, isn't there? Is he thinking of me? Does he ever wonder anything about me? I mean, he never actually tried to carry on a conversation with me before.
Finally Harry spoke up.
"So…er…thanks for telling Malfoy off for me earlier today."
She smiled at him, wondering where exactly he was trying to take this conversation. "No problem Harry, he deserved it."
He began to seem interested in the couch material, meanwhile, going back into complete silence. For a minute he looked like perhaps he was going to get up off the couch. He started to stand up, but then he looked back at Ginny, and apparently thought better of it. There must be something else on his mind, Ginny decided to herself.
"You have certainly grown up and matured since your first year at Hogwarts. I can barely recognize you when you walk by anymore. You will make some lucky bloke very happy someday," Harry told her. Ginny thought she was going into shock. He thinks I've matured?? Oh yeah!
"Thank you, you will make some lucky girl very happy someday also." I wish I could be that lucky girl. She reminded herself to say her special prayer twice tonight.
"Listen," Harry continued, rubbing his thumbnail over the sleek cushions of the couch, "I was just thinking. I never made much of an attempt to get to know you, we should really talk more…You know, Ron and Hermione kind of have this unspoken bond between them, and sometimes I feel sort of left out…and I'm sure you feel left out too sometimes, because your best friend is from Ravenclaw so she isn't around very often…Well, I guess what I'm trying to get at is…I think we should talk more…So what do you say? Friends?" He sent an adorable smile her way.
"Of course we are, Harry. You shouldn't even have to ask that. I'll always be your friend." Or anything else you'd want me to be.
Harry looked slightly relieved, but she could tell he still had something on his mind he wanted to get out. "Now that that is settled, are you and Kimberly going to Hogsmeade this weekend," Harry asked her.
"Yes Harry, why do you ask? Do you need someone to protect you from Malfoy," she teased.
Harry laughed lightly. He's so cute when he laughs
"Actually I was wondering…," he started. That couch cushion must get more and more interesting all the time.
"Yes?"
"Well…you are over your little crush you used to have on me, correct?" Maybe he's in love with that dratted cushion.
Ginny didn't know what to say. She never realized he even knew about her crush on him. She felt too embarrassed to admit it. He just finished telling me how mature I've got. Would he think my crush is too babyish? It may have started out as a simple little infatuated crush, but it's not the same anymore. I like him now because he is kind, and considerate, and always there for his friends. What more could I want in a guy? When I was younger I may have only liked him because he was cute and famous, but the feelings have deepened instead of diminishing over time. Those things don't matter to anymore, although they surely help.
"No, of course not," she quickly blurted out.
"Well then…would you help me get Kimberly to like me?"