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Chapter 1: Thinking
Neville was supposed to be working on his herbology homework, but he just couldn't concentrate. Every since his first year, he fell in love with this one special Gryffidor. She had changed since her first year back when she used to help him out with work and Potions. Back when she was known as the bushy haired know-it-all. She was still a know-it-all, but she had grown tremendously since then. Her hair was no longer bushy but fell in smooth, silky waves down her back, her body was now full of womanly curves and her attitude had change greatly. As of now, he watched her flirt with Seamus and some other Gryffidor.
"Still hung up on her, Nev?" asked a sweet voice from behind him.
Turning around with a proper blush on his face, he saw the youngest of the Weasely clan. Ginny Weasely had down some growing up as well. She was a fiery young woman whose wild red hair had calmed down to a darker rubber red color that fell to her waist, her chestnut brown eyes sparkled with some unknown mystery and her body had their own womanly curves. She was indeed a beautiful girl indeed, but many of the boys were too busy noticing someone else.
"Come on, Nev. She doesn't care about you," continued Ginny, taking a seat next to him.
"Maybe you're right, Gin," signed Neville. His stuttering had stopped a few years back after much practice with Ginny. They had worked together making Neville less nervous and forgetful. After all, no one should have deal with the constant abuse that he had to deal with. Late nights were filled with Potions and Transfiguring practice, long weekends filled with Qudditch practices and long hours in the library brushing up on anything else. The results were wonderful. He had grown to be a handsome, well built young man. His dirtyish blonde hair had grown to well past his ears, his blue eyes sparkled with excitement, Snape had stopped picking on him and everyone had stopped teasing him.
"You know I am. Look at her," pointed out Ginny. She cast her gaze over at Hermione. She was laughing and seductively putting her hand on Seamus's arm.
Without looking, Neville knew it was true. She'd never notice him. Growling to himself, he closed up all his books, and stormed off to the boys' dormitories. A few people turned to look at the abrupt noise. All but the one he pined after. Ginny sighed to herself. She would do anything to make him forget her. Anything. It killed her to see him long for someone wouldn't give him a second thought. After all, Hermione stopped helping him in Potions, which is why Neville asked Ginny to help him.
Ginny pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and began her DADA essay. Yet, her mind just wasn't on the essay. All she could think about was Neville and what he was thinking up in the boys' dormitories. Would he finally hear her and give up on Hermione. There were other girls that he could go for. Why was it that he picked Hermione?
Up in the dormitory, Neville lie on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His book bag lie forgotten in a heap on the floor. Not that he was going to do any work anyhow. His mind was elsewhere at the moment. Could he really take that big of a step?
Maybe Ginny is right. It seemed like Hermione liked me for out first four years but after that…nothing. Hardly a hello in the halls, no help in Potion, I got nothing. She even started to change. Everything about her has changed. She isn't the same girl that I fell in love with even. I don't even know who she is sometimes. Then other times she'll talk to me like we are old friends. I just don't get it. It seems like she only comes to me when no one else is around or talking to her or when Ron and Harry are off with their girlfriends. Ginny always said she was using me. But why would she? Then again not even that surprises me. Not many have seen the new changes that Ginny and I worked so hard to accomplish. Ginny has been real great. I can always go to her and talk about anything. So, why can't I talk to her about this now? Maybe it's because that sad look in her eyes that she gets when ever I start talking about Hermione. It's always there even if it's bad or good. What if Ginny likes me? Oh, man. I've got to be the biggest jerk to do that to her if that is remotely true. Can I give up Hermione even if it is for Ginny? How can I even make it up to Ginny? She has been there for me when no one else was. But can I just give up on the girl I love?
Meanwhile, Ginny had started to drift away from her essay. She had started to stare at the seat where Neville had sat at. She knew of his crush on Hermione. It was since his first year at Hogwarts when she said hi to him. The crush had grown each time she noticed him or helped him or even talked to him. And each time that his heart was crushed, Ginny was there to pick up the pieces. But he would always end up running back to her.
That bitch! Can't she see what she is doing to him? He is so in love with her, and she can't see it or won't. She won't even give him a chance. I just wish that he could see past his love for her and move on. Just forget about her. He needs to do this. It just hurts him every time that he sees her with another guy. Hell, she even does it bluntly and purposely in his face. How can he love her? If there was just some way that I could get it through his head. Why doesn't he listen? Why can't he see? He deserves someone better than her.
Like you (her inner voice)
What! I couldn't like Neville.
Oh, honey. You know you do.
He doesn't notice me like that anyway. We are just friends.
Friends? How come you spent some much time with him?
He needed help. I was the only one that would.
I'm sure that was what it was. Just admit it.
Admit what! We are only friends.
Oh, come on. You are jealous that he is so smitten by Hermione.
That bint doesn't deserve him! He is sweet and caring. She is not. Not anymore.
Oh, do I sense the green-eyed monster?
Grr, you so don't!
But I do!
Fine. I'll admit it.
Admit what?
I like Neville.
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