"Ugh! I could have just snapped her neck!" Ginny had riled herself up again. It had been three days since the 'incident', but she just couldn't pull herself down from it. Even with everything going on in the castle, she couldn't get her mind off of it. Things had been going so well too! She was finally able to talk to him. She could Enjoy his company as a person. But with one stupid sentence, that all flew out the window.

"And it's not even like I still feel that way." Ginny stated defiantly. Hermione gave her a wary look.

"Really?"

"Okay. You know I still fancy him in some way, but DEFINITELY not in the way I did last year. I just want to stop being such a pansy when he's around. And it was working! But then Laura had to open her stupid mouth and--"

"Gin, I think you need to calm down. Let's look at this rationally. I know Harry really well, and I know that he's not going to think badly of you. I mean, he already kind of knew that you had sent it to him."

"But that's the worst part! I DIDN'T send it to him! Laura wrote the stupid thing and I couldn't get her to drop it."

"I really don't think it's that big of a deal. Really. That was almost a year ago." Hermione wasn't being helpful. Ginny never took well to rationality.

Ginny sighed, "I just want him to notice me." That was all, and she knew it.

"Ummm...he does."

"Yeah, but he notices me as the little Weasley sister. The one to talk to when all of the other Weasleys aren't around."

Hermione bit her lip and hesitated, "You know what I think?"

"What?" She growled.

"You're not going to like it."

"Just say it."

"I think you should just let it go. I don't think Harry even knows what a girl is right now."

Ginny snickered. That point was definitely true. "I'm not pining after him, you know."

"I didn't say that. I'm just saying that maybe you shouldn't focus on him. Stop caring a little bit. There are so many more interesting people in this school. Not to say that Harry isn't interesting, but.." There was an awkward pause. Ginny knew Hermione was right.

"I just feel so stupid when I'm made a fool of in front of him."

"Oh, just stop caring. Harry's a stupid little git." Both of the girls laughed.

Ginny sighed, "I'll try."

"Good. Now do you want help with this transfiguration or not?" Hermione giggled as they went back to their books.

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It seemed that all that she needed was a swift kick in the knickers, because after that little talk it all became a bit easier. By the end of her second year she had made friends with a group of Ravenclaw girls and shyed away from the big mouthed Laura. Her new Ravenclaw friends, Billy and Catherine, were much more witty and dry in their humor, much more like her. She slightly regretted ever having been sorted into Gryffindor, thinking that her wit slightly outweighed her courage. But, then again, her stupid Weasley bloodline had probably tipped the scale on that one.

Spring easily faded to summer and she found herself back at the Burrow once more. She enjoyed a lazy summer, filled with secretly helping Fred and George with their concoctions, and secretly stealing Fred and George's brooms while they were working on their concoctions. Ginny had always been a lover of flying, but hadn't been allowed to fly by her mother. Being the only girl did have it's draw backs. But this summer her love for flying had grown into a secret minor obsession. Maybe it was the fact that the Quidditch World Cup was coming up and she was one of the lucky people who was going to be in attendance. Even though the tickets had not been intended for her birthday, she couldn't help but think that it was the best way to ring in turning thirteen.

As she flew around the homemade pitch, minding to keep low in order to shield off eyes from the house, she smiled. She never felt more at home anywhere but on a broom. She just wished she could have her own. After quite some time, she landed and stealthily snuck back to the broomshed to drop off George's broom. She combed down her hair with her hands, and headed into the house.

"Hermione!" she screamed, and ran to hug her friend. "I thought you wern't coming until tomorrow!"

"Oh, well, mum and dad booked themselves full through the weekend, so I didn't feel like waiting around my house an extra day. My stuff's already up in your room. I hope you don't mind."

"No, of course not. So, are you excited for the World Cup?" Ginny could hardly keep herself from bouncing in anticipation, it was just the next day. After waiting all summer, it was finally here.

"Oh, um, yeah. It'll be fun." Hermione stuttered, with much less enthusiasm than was necessary for such an exciting experience. "Happy Birthday by the way!" She changed the subject masterfully, "Did you like my present?"

"Oh, yeah, it was great. I didn't know that there was that much to know on Hogwarts." Now it was Ginny's turn to sound less enthusiastic than necessary.

"Well, I think every Hogwarts student should read Hogwarts: A History. It really is quite fascinating." She beamed and they trotted up the stairs to get Hermione settled in. But once at the top of the stairs they heard Mr. Weasley, shrill voiced, scolding someone, probably the twins. They smirked and snuck back down the stairs to check out the scene. But Mrs. Weasley had beaten them there by a second. Standing in the living room was Ron, Fred, George, Mr. Weasley, and Harry. Mr. Weasley looked livid. Harry looked over and caught glimpse of the two girls behind Mrs. Weasley. He smiled and waved at Ginny, his emerald eyes dancing in the light. She couldn't help but smile back, feeling her face flush. Regardless of the fact that she had 'moved on' from the topic of Harry, she couldn't stop being at least somewhat smitten by him.

The sky box that they were seated in was incredible. She couldn't have dreamed it any better. Well, if she could, she would have dreamed it without Malfoy, but other than that it was perfect. Ireland was up 150 to 30. Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny were pushed up as could as possible to the barrier, trying to take in each and every movement.

"Whoa! Did you see that Wronksi Feint?! That was amazing! Krum is so good!" She yelled as she smacked Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah, that was-- You know what a Wronksi Feint is?" He looked utterly bewildered.

"What, don't you?"

"Well, of course. You follow Quidditch?"

She didn't look at him once, the game was too important, "Yeah. Since I was six. My room is completely decked out in the Holyhead Harpies."

"The Holyhead Harpies?"

"You know, for such a good seeker, you know absolutely nothing about Quidditch." She shot a quick smile at him.

"Oh, come on, I live with muggles. Give me a break--Whoa, did you see that?!"

"Can your Firebolt do that, Harry?" He gave her a push as he went back to the game.

The walk back to the campsite was a long one, and it was getting dark. But the buzz of the crowd made it bearable.

She had walked in silence for a few minutes, slowly coming down from her Quidditch high, when out of nowhere, Harry trotted up beside her.

"So, Ginny, do you fly then?"

She hesitated, "I know how." There was no way she was going to give up her secret. Even if it was Harry. Seriously, it's not like she told him much anyway, she couldn't even really remember the last time she had talked to him. But, somehow, it was easier now.

"So you're saying you're just an enthusiastic spectator?"

She grimaced, there was no way someone was going to call the flying into question, whether they knew or not, "I did not say that."

"Oh, okay, so you fly then."

"Harry, I just told you, I do fly, yes."

"Because Ron told me you didn't know how." She was caught.

"That's because I...I don't fly with the boys." she stammered.

"Do you have a broom then?"

"I, uh, I borrow the Cleansweeps." She paused, "Please don't tell my brothers. They'd kill me."

"You're secret's safe with me." he smiled.

"I really wish I had my own, though."

"Hey, how about as a late birthday present I let you fly my Firebolt, would that be fun?" She stopped in her tracks, her mouth agape.

"That. Would be. Amazing."