A/N - You should all be very proud of me for posting this the very next day. Thank you all for your reviews, i'm not saying who Ginny will end up with yet in this fic, because i am not sure myself yet. you may vote, im not sure if i'll listen. please enjoy and review!!!
Chapter Two - At Breakfast
I sat down in the far corner of the empty common room; tears streaming down my face.
Amy, I hate you...
Except that I knew I didn't. I didn't really hate Amy. But how could she say things like that? How could she be so cruel?
She was right though. Amy had a tendency to be right about people. She was quite good at psychoanalyzing everyone, and she always seemed to be able to know what was going on in someone's head. Her problem was, sometimes she was a little blunt about it.
I sighed, thinking of Harry. I had been in love with him since I first started at Hogwarts. And it hadn't changed, in fact, if possible, my love for him had grown with every passing week. There was just something about him; he wasn't the cutest boy in the school, nor the smartest, not even the kindest. He seemed quite ordinary, however there was this aura around him, not something I could explain in words, but my eyes were immediately drawn to him.
And I had been oblivious to all other forms of male kind ever since.
But Harry was going out with Hermione..
Tears began streaming down my face again. Suddenly I heard footsteps walking slowly across the common room. I looked up.
It was Amanda.
"Ginny? Are you all right?" She looked so sweet and sympathetic; she ran over to me and gave me a big hug. "Ginny, don't listen to what Amy says; she's an idiot-"
"She's right though," I interrupted, "you know she is."
Amanda didn't know what to say for a moment, but then recovered. "Yes, Ginny, she is right. You have been pining after Harry for a long time. And it may be a waste of time. I know you don't want me to tell you to get over him, because everyone tells you that. But just open your eyes to all the other possibilities out there. Just a second. You're a beautiful girl and I'm sure there are tons of guys who would die to have you. Or, who even needs a boyfriend? Nothing wrong with being single, right?"
"Yeah. I guess. Thanks Amanda. You're right too. I don't think I can get over Harry so fast. But, you're right, I don't need a boyfriend to be happy."
"That's the spirit dear!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Don't expect me to forgive Amy anytime soon though," I laughed, wiping the tears from my face.
"Of course. That would be asking far too much." I laughed, and Amanda smiled.
"Are you ready to go down?" I asked. "I'll take you to meet Damien. I'm sure he's waiting for you by now."
Amanda smiled. Damien was her first boyfriend ever; a sweet 4th year Hufflepuff. They were both shy but an incredibly sweet couple, and Damien seemed to love her very much.
"Yes, Ginny, let's go down to breakfast. Are you ready? Sure you're going to be all right?"
"Don't worry about me. I'll hang with Colin; he doesn't have a girlfriend either."
"All right." Amanda looked momentarily worried but the look was soon replaced by one of sweet joy. "Let's go."
Amanda and I linked arm as we walked down into the Great Hall. As we stepped in, our eyes opened wide in amazement as we saw the decorations. There hadn't been a Valentine's Day celebration in Hogwarts since three years before; I blushed in memory of that occasion.
Owls were flying around, dropping cards. There were beautiful flowers along the walls and the pink decorations were not too pink as in Lockhart's days. Everything looked beautiful, as things should in Hogwarts, not nauseating, which seemed to be Lockhart's style.
"Oh, wow, it's nice!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Look there's Damien. He's gazing at you right now. Go on! Have fun!"
Amanda ran off, leaving me alone. I looked around the room, watching the couples hug and kiss, watching the boys handing their ladies flowers and candy, and I was simply being jealous.
"Nauseating isn't it?" Colin tapped me on the shoulder.
I laughed. "I think its sweet." I turned around and saw Harry and Hermione locked in a kiss. I looked back at Colin.
"Harry on your nerves again?" he asked sweetly. Colin had changed a lot from the immature brat and follower he had used to be. He was much taller now, actually pretty good looking, and very sweet. He no longer worshipped Harry, though they were somewhat friends now.
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Yeah, well," he replied. "Don't worry about it. Hey, look, that owl is coming towards you."
I turned around. A brown owl with a pile of letters was making its way toward me.
"Quite a large pile of letters you have there Gin," Colin said, raising one of his eyebrows. "One of them is mine, I know -"
"You sent me? That's so sweet. Now I feel bad, I didn't send you one. I didn't send anybody."
"Not even Harry?"
"Not even Harry."
"Oh I remember back when we were first years, the valentine you sent to Harry-"
"Put a sock in it Creevey."
"What was it again?" Colin smiled. "His eyes are green like a fresh pickled toad-"
I took the opportunity to hit him on the head with the top letter on the pile. A green goo suddenly squirted into Colin's hair.
"Aaaah! Ginny! My hair! My hair!"
I looked at his hair, which was turning a bright acid green. "New look, Colin?" I passed him a mirror which I had in my pocket.
"Oh, damn it, Ginny, look what you've done to my hair."
I just laughed. "I like it. You look cute."
"What was that?"
"That must have been the one from Fred and George." I looked at the envelope. "Yup. From Fred and George Weasley. They say it'll last 48 hours."
Colin looked incredibly peeved.
"Don't worry, no one will notice for a while, everyone is too involved with their romances to notice your hair."
"I'm going to have to kill your brothers for this you know."
"All right, whatever. I'm going to open the other ones now."
I opened the first envelope. It was a simple piece of construction paper saying "Happy Valentine's Day to my Sis." I opened it up.
"Dear Ginny," I read. "I love you. Your brother, Ron."
"Sweet," Colin replied. "A little short though. Busy writing to Lavender I guess."
"Wait there's more. P.S. Do not open the blue envelope. It's from Fred and George."
"Slightly too late."
I laughed. "This ones from you. I recognize your handwriting."
I opened the letter. "Dear Ginny. Hey, just wishing you a Happy Valentines Day. You are so sweet. I honestly have no idea what to say. Your friend Colin."
"Hey I should change that whole sweet bit. You hit me with green dye!"
There was one more envelope to be opened. I picked it up, looking at the handwriting, which I didn't recognize. I opened the envelope and read the letter.
"Who's it from?" Colin asked.
I read the letter to myself.
Dear Ginny,
Ginny, you are such a sweet girl. I don't know if you've ever been told this, but you are beautiful. Simply stunning. I'm no poet, and I can't write, but I think my point is clear. I hope you have a wonderful Valentine's Day.
Your Secret Admirer
"Whoa." I stated.
"What?" Colin asked. "Who's it from?"
"It doesn't say."
"Let me read that." Colin grabbed the letter and read it. "Hey, wow Ginny. You've got a secret admirer!"
"It's not you, is it?"
"No. I don't know who it is. I don't recognize the handwriting."
"Well, they could have used a handwriting disguising charm you know."
"Know-it-all!" Colin exclaimed.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "But who could it be?"
I looked around the room. Couples were eating breakfast together. I sat down at an empty table for two; Colin on the other side. I saw Harry and Hermione; Hermione seemed to be studying for a Potions exam. I didn't see Ron and Lavender, but I knew they were together somewhere. I saw Parvati feeding Seamus his breakfast. I saw Amy, Jessica, and Amanda, together with Dean, Jason, and Damien respectively. I saw many couples, and some groups of non-coupled people, all hanging together in the middle. I looked closely to see who was there. I saw Neville; my heart fell wondering if it could be him.
"Do you think that it's Neville?" I asked Colin.
"Could be."
I couldn't see anyone else there that I knew particularly well. I looked around, trying to find someone looking at me. But no one was.
"Colin, we have a mystery on hand."
"I'll ask around, see if anyone knows."
"Do it quietly, all right. I don't want too many people to know about it."
"Sure thing, Gin!"
"You're a pal, Colin."
Colin smiled. "But let's not worry about that right now. We have important matters at hand."
"What?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Food!" Colin exclaimed, as I laughed, temporarily forgetting my troubles, as I ate my breakfast with my friend.
Chapter Two - At Breakfast
I sat down in the far corner of the empty common room; tears streaming down my face.
Amy, I hate you...
Except that I knew I didn't. I didn't really hate Amy. But how could she say things like that? How could she be so cruel?
She was right though. Amy had a tendency to be right about people. She was quite good at psychoanalyzing everyone, and she always seemed to be able to know what was going on in someone's head. Her problem was, sometimes she was a little blunt about it.
I sighed, thinking of Harry. I had been in love with him since I first started at Hogwarts. And it hadn't changed, in fact, if possible, my love for him had grown with every passing week. There was just something about him; he wasn't the cutest boy in the school, nor the smartest, not even the kindest. He seemed quite ordinary, however there was this aura around him, not something I could explain in words, but my eyes were immediately drawn to him.
And I had been oblivious to all other forms of male kind ever since.
But Harry was going out with Hermione..
Tears began streaming down my face again. Suddenly I heard footsteps walking slowly across the common room. I looked up.
It was Amanda.
"Ginny? Are you all right?" She looked so sweet and sympathetic; she ran over to me and gave me a big hug. "Ginny, don't listen to what Amy says; she's an idiot-"
"She's right though," I interrupted, "you know she is."
Amanda didn't know what to say for a moment, but then recovered. "Yes, Ginny, she is right. You have been pining after Harry for a long time. And it may be a waste of time. I know you don't want me to tell you to get over him, because everyone tells you that. But just open your eyes to all the other possibilities out there. Just a second. You're a beautiful girl and I'm sure there are tons of guys who would die to have you. Or, who even needs a boyfriend? Nothing wrong with being single, right?"
"Yeah. I guess. Thanks Amanda. You're right too. I don't think I can get over Harry so fast. But, you're right, I don't need a boyfriend to be happy."
"That's the spirit dear!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Don't expect me to forgive Amy anytime soon though," I laughed, wiping the tears from my face.
"Of course. That would be asking far too much." I laughed, and Amanda smiled.
"Are you ready to go down?" I asked. "I'll take you to meet Damien. I'm sure he's waiting for you by now."
Amanda smiled. Damien was her first boyfriend ever; a sweet 4th year Hufflepuff. They were both shy but an incredibly sweet couple, and Damien seemed to love her very much.
"Yes, Ginny, let's go down to breakfast. Are you ready? Sure you're going to be all right?"
"Don't worry about me. I'll hang with Colin; he doesn't have a girlfriend either."
"All right." Amanda looked momentarily worried but the look was soon replaced by one of sweet joy. "Let's go."
Amanda and I linked arm as we walked down into the Great Hall. As we stepped in, our eyes opened wide in amazement as we saw the decorations. There hadn't been a Valentine's Day celebration in Hogwarts since three years before; I blushed in memory of that occasion.
Owls were flying around, dropping cards. There were beautiful flowers along the walls and the pink decorations were not too pink as in Lockhart's days. Everything looked beautiful, as things should in Hogwarts, not nauseating, which seemed to be Lockhart's style.
"Oh, wow, it's nice!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Look there's Damien. He's gazing at you right now. Go on! Have fun!"
Amanda ran off, leaving me alone. I looked around the room, watching the couples hug and kiss, watching the boys handing their ladies flowers and candy, and I was simply being jealous.
"Nauseating isn't it?" Colin tapped me on the shoulder.
I laughed. "I think its sweet." I turned around and saw Harry and Hermione locked in a kiss. I looked back at Colin.
"Harry on your nerves again?" he asked sweetly. Colin had changed a lot from the immature brat and follower he had used to be. He was much taller now, actually pretty good looking, and very sweet. He no longer worshipped Harry, though they were somewhat friends now.
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Yeah, well," he replied. "Don't worry about it. Hey, look, that owl is coming towards you."
I turned around. A brown owl with a pile of letters was making its way toward me.
"Quite a large pile of letters you have there Gin," Colin said, raising one of his eyebrows. "One of them is mine, I know -"
"You sent me? That's so sweet. Now I feel bad, I didn't send you one. I didn't send anybody."
"Not even Harry?"
"Not even Harry."
"Oh I remember back when we were first years, the valentine you sent to Harry-"
"Put a sock in it Creevey."
"What was it again?" Colin smiled. "His eyes are green like a fresh pickled toad-"
I took the opportunity to hit him on the head with the top letter on the pile. A green goo suddenly squirted into Colin's hair.
"Aaaah! Ginny! My hair! My hair!"
I looked at his hair, which was turning a bright acid green. "New look, Colin?" I passed him a mirror which I had in my pocket.
"Oh, damn it, Ginny, look what you've done to my hair."
I just laughed. "I like it. You look cute."
"What was that?"
"That must have been the one from Fred and George." I looked at the envelope. "Yup. From Fred and George Weasley. They say it'll last 48 hours."
Colin looked incredibly peeved.
"Don't worry, no one will notice for a while, everyone is too involved with their romances to notice your hair."
"I'm going to have to kill your brothers for this you know."
"All right, whatever. I'm going to open the other ones now."
I opened the first envelope. It was a simple piece of construction paper saying "Happy Valentine's Day to my Sis." I opened it up.
"Dear Ginny," I read. "I love you. Your brother, Ron."
"Sweet," Colin replied. "A little short though. Busy writing to Lavender I guess."
"Wait there's more. P.S. Do not open the blue envelope. It's from Fred and George."
"Slightly too late."
I laughed. "This ones from you. I recognize your handwriting."
I opened the letter. "Dear Ginny. Hey, just wishing you a Happy Valentines Day. You are so sweet. I honestly have no idea what to say. Your friend Colin."
"Hey I should change that whole sweet bit. You hit me with green dye!"
There was one more envelope to be opened. I picked it up, looking at the handwriting, which I didn't recognize. I opened the envelope and read the letter.
"Who's it from?" Colin asked.
I read the letter to myself.
Dear Ginny,
Ginny, you are such a sweet girl. I don't know if you've ever been told this, but you are beautiful. Simply stunning. I'm no poet, and I can't write, but I think my point is clear. I hope you have a wonderful Valentine's Day.
Your Secret Admirer
"Whoa." I stated.
"What?" Colin asked. "Who's it from?"
"It doesn't say."
"Let me read that." Colin grabbed the letter and read it. "Hey, wow Ginny. You've got a secret admirer!"
"It's not you, is it?"
"No. I don't know who it is. I don't recognize the handwriting."
"Well, they could have used a handwriting disguising charm you know."
"Know-it-all!" Colin exclaimed.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "But who could it be?"
I looked around the room. Couples were eating breakfast together. I sat down at an empty table for two; Colin on the other side. I saw Harry and Hermione; Hermione seemed to be studying for a Potions exam. I didn't see Ron and Lavender, but I knew they were together somewhere. I saw Parvati feeding Seamus his breakfast. I saw Amy, Jessica, and Amanda, together with Dean, Jason, and Damien respectively. I saw many couples, and some groups of non-coupled people, all hanging together in the middle. I looked closely to see who was there. I saw Neville; my heart fell wondering if it could be him.
"Do you think that it's Neville?" I asked Colin.
"Could be."
I couldn't see anyone else there that I knew particularly well. I looked around, trying to find someone looking at me. But no one was.
"Colin, we have a mystery on hand."
"I'll ask around, see if anyone knows."
"Do it quietly, all right. I don't want too many people to know about it."
"Sure thing, Gin!"
"You're a pal, Colin."
Colin smiled. "But let's not worry about that right now. We have important matters at hand."
"What?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Food!" Colin exclaimed, as I laughed, temporarily forgetting my troubles, as I ate my breakfast with my friend.