The guys aren't coming home for the holidays again so I'm going to have to survive until the summer holidays before they come home. Luckily it's the Easter holidays so I don't have to do any lessons, but I'll probably only have a week at most off because I'll have nothing to do. I'm spending most of my time in the orchard where the guys normally play quidditch, I wish I could have a broomstick, normally I'd use one of guys but they've all taken theirs with them to Hogwarts. Maybe next year I'll be allowed to get a broom, I know that you're not supposed to but Ron told me that Harry was allowed one and he's on the quidditch team. I bet he's really amazing at flying - well he has to be to have gotten on the team in his first year. At least I'll get to fly in the lessons next year.
Later that night after we had tea a letter arrived from Ron; it said that he was having a great time and that Hermione, Harry and he are spending loads of time together. It didn't say much else just that the teachers were piling on the homework, and that he had loads of revision to do for the end of year exam, so he had to keep the letter short. I've read 'Modern Magical History' so many times it's getting worn away and it looks like it's about 100 years old. I love reading any book that's about Harry, but unfortunately it's only facts about what happened the night his parents were killed and there is nothing about his personality, the things he likes. How is it that I like him so much when I know nothing about him! He could be a horrible, selfish, bully for all I know - though actually I doubt it seeing as how he's friends with Ron. Maybe I just like him because I'm so in awe of him - yeah, that makes sense. OK, so I'm not in love with Harry I'm just in awe of him. But then of course how do I stop being in awe of him?
That night at tea I was picking at my food and thinking about Harry.
"What's the matter Ginny?" mum asked.
"Nothing." I replied.
"Well there has to be something wrong, you never pick at your food."
"Mum…" I hesitated, is it really a good idea to talk about this with my mum. "What does it feel like when you have a crush on someone?"
"Well that's a hard thing to explain. Why? Who do you have a crush on?"
"Well…" yet again I hesitated, I mean this has potential to be the most embarrassing conversation I have ever had - aside from the time mum tried to explain the facts of life to me. "I think I like Harry Potter, but I'm not sure." I blushed.
"Oh, Ginny dear, it's OK you don't have to be embarrassed." she assured me "Harry's a celebrity, everyone gets a crush on someone famous when they're your age."
"Really?"
"Of course." She puts a comforting arm around my shoulder.
"OK"
I went back to my tea without another word. Maybe I was right, I am just in awe of him I thought.