Ginny Weasley is snogging Dean Thomas.
He sees them, one morning, in the halls. It's quite clear what they're doing, and it takes a while for the image to leave his head. Not that it's overwhelmingly attractive, or that he's jealous of Dean. Or Ginny. It just...sticks in his mind for some reason, how bright her hair looks up against his face.
There is the matter of him being best friends with two of her older brothers. But they're gone, it's not like he can gossip with them about her for a couple more days.
They are beautiful together, maybe that's all it is. Not too stimulating, as it were, but maybe it's Dean the artist finding a way to make them look gorgeous from every angle. Lee wouldn't date Ginny—Merlin's beard, he's about to leave and she's a fourth-year!—but maybe it's a sign, he thinks, a sign he could look just as handsome next to someone who's nothing like him.
But he doesn't fancy Angelina because of the color of her skin. Not when there's that braid of hers. Or how she helps him go over the theories of Defense after a late night at the D.A. Or how, even when they're exasperated with her for scheduling practices too early, nobody can bring themselves to get mad at her.
Or the way she flies.
It's only a few days, he tells himself, and the year will be over and they'll be grown up.