"Harry James Potter, your nose is starting to explore regions where it does not belong. Get it out or I will cut it off for you!"
"But, Ginny, surely you've noticed! Yesterday she was putty in Ron's hands, today she could barely look at him! She wasn't eating anything at breakfast, either, she was just staring off into space! She started babbling about ancient runes when Ron tried to talk to her and she was stiff as a board when he kissed her. Then she fidgeted and looked all nervous right through transfiguration. And I mean, you're a girl. You get this stuff. We're hopeless about it!"
"Of course I've noticed! I choose to believe she's worried about NEWTs. You know her, it's the most important thing in the world! She's been preparing for this since she was about three years old!"
"Oh, Ginny, give over, she didn't know NEWTs existed when she was three years old."
"You know what I mean! Her whole life has been geared toward success, and this is how she frames it. If she does poorly,"
"But she wont!"
"Oh, Harry, that doesn't matter! She'll obsess about it until she knows."
"So you really don't think anything else is going on?"
"Well of course something else is going on. I'm just saying NEWTs have got to be exacerbating it immensely. It could be something tiny. Maybe she's got a big zit on her butt or something. That would explain why it hurt her to sit down this morning."
"Fine, if you're not worried about her, whatever. But I want to know what's going on."
"Nose. Face. One piece." She reminded him, ending the conversation by turning her attention back to her homework.
He slumped over the table and started spinning his quill absentmindedly. "Did she seem to have a bit of a glow to you, as well?" the thought started half formed, but then he sat up a little and paused. "Oh my god."
"What is it?" Ginny turned back to him in spite of herself.
"I think I just…" he came back to himself suddenly and sat up, grinning. "Nothing, dear!" he sang, and kissed her on the cheek before scampering off and out of the portrait hole.
Ginny shook her head, and, returning to her homework and chewing on her quill, muttered "Pff. Boys."