Dean Thomas kissed Ginny, in front of me. I almost snarled. The pretty red head was mine!

Then I remembered myself. I didn't love Ginny…Cho Chang stepped out. She looked at me, dazzling me with her beauty.

Well, if Ginny was out, I'd get this dainty girl instead.

She smiled at me, and then her eyes filled with love, well…this would be easy…but I was knocked away by that damn Cedric Diggory.

I slammed the door to my compartment closed with a loud bang.

"What's up, Harry?"

"Nothing…nothing Hermione…" I smiled, thinking internally… Ginny, Ginny, Cho, Cho!

"Harry. Something's up."

"It's nothing." I snapped.

"What's nothing?" Came a quiet voice from the door.

"Something's up with Harry, Gin."

"Oh…" By the way she met my eyes, I guessed she knew what it was. She paused to study me carefully.

I distinctly saw her mouth. "Of course it's Cho." Sarcastically. I sighed, so she didn't realise I loved her. Damn.

A boy appeared behind her.

"Hey, Dean." I smiled. I was furious with him. He looked at Ron. Obviously Ron didn't realise they were dating, because he cleared off pretty quickly.

Hermione looked at me and Ron anxiously. I watched Ginny calmly.

"I need to talk to you, Ginny." I said quietly.

"Right, okay…" we went to an empty compartment, surprised that there was one, until we realised that the window was smashed. It was frozen.

"So Gin, your over me then, are you?"

Ginny's P.O.V:

"So Gin, your over me then, are you?" Harry asked quietly.

NO HARRY, NO I AM NOT OVER YOU! FOR GODS SAKE KISS ME OR SOMETHING!

"I guess." I shrugged.

"You and Dean, huh?"

"Yeah." I wished we weren't dating.

"You don't seem to please…?"

"Oh, I am." I smiled, and he relaxed, but his eyes were sad. "Look, Harry. I'll be fine with Dean. I know you love me" – he looked up sharply – "As a brother, and all, but don't worry about getting all protective, kay?"

"Kay." He smiled, staring out of the window for a moment. "Ginny…I need to tell you something…"

You Love me! You are going to tell me! FINALLY! I guess Black is innocent.

"I think that I l-"He stopped abruptly.

"Hey Harry. Can I have Ginny, please?" said Dean calmly. In front of Harry, he kissed me, snogged me. I felt so bad for the-boy-who-lived.

Harry walked off, in the direction of the toilets, and I guessed he had burst into tears.

Harry's P.O.V:

I locked myself in a toilet, tears flowing down my cheeks. She loved him, not me. No-one loved me.

I wished again for my parents, but…they were gone.

"Oh, Ginny." I whispered, stepping out of the toilets.

I imagined it, for a moment, kissing Ginny, loving her, marrying her, having children running around…having a family by blood and marriage.

But she wasn't mine, my chance had gone, and I was left feeling empty and hollow.