Everything
a fanfiction by She's a Star
A/N: Okay, this idea just popped into my head and it wouldn't leave me alone, so, voila, here it is :) Please R/R :)
Disclaimer: Everything that you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling.
~*~
It's strange that I never noticed her before.
Well I knew that she existed, of course. Ron Weasley's little sister.
But that was really all I cared to think of her as. I never actually thought of her as Ginny Weasley.
But that's starting to change.
It's not that I see her much-just in the corridors in between classes, mostly.
It's strange that I never saw how beautiful she is. I don't like to admit it, but the part of the day I most look forward to is just passing her in the halls so I can see her, and the way her brown eyes sparkle with so much warmth, and how her red hair sort of catches the light and shimmers this brilliant shade of gold.
I watch her a million times more intently than the Snitch at any of the Quiddich matches.
It's embarrassing, even thinking this, but I can't help it.
It's not like we've ever actually had any conversations or anything. She's always been just kind of there....another Weasley.
I don't see her that way anymore.
Now she just glows, and I think about her much more than I'd like.
I don't think she even cares about me.
Well, I KNOW she doesn't.
But I shouldn't mind.
I don't fall in love.
Love is not something that I need.
I have more important things to do....
Like...
Well, anything.
Just not love.
It would ruin everything.
And yet she's....intoxicating, almost. Because she just radiates of good. Pure good. And it seems like that's something that I've never, ever experienced in my life.
She's making me want to experience it.
The most annoying thing about her is that when I watch her in the halls, she just keeps walking. Stares right through me. Yes, there are other girls that pay attention to me, but not because of me. Just because of my name and my money and my position on the Quiddich team.
There are so many people like that in the world.
People who value money more than the so-called "genuinely important things".
I grew up surrounded by people like that.
I suppose...
Oh, I don't know why I don't want to say it now. I've never had any problem with it before. It's crazy that a girl, just a plain old random girl, could make me change my mind about so many things...
It's disgusting, to watch myself fall for her like this.
Because I can never fall.
I watch other Hogwarts students walking around hand in hand, exchanging kisses before they have to split and go to different classes.
It used to disgust me.
And now...
Now...
Now I want to be one of them.
With her, of all people.
But, as much as I want to daydream about this, it's never going to happen.
Because she's a Weasley, and I'm a Malfoy, and...
Imagine what my father would say.
He's always detested her no good, Muggle loving family.
And so have I.
But it would never work out, not with her following Potter around with those big puppy dog eyes. She's never going to understand that he won't give her the time of day.
Maybe...
Maybe that's the reason I like her so much.
Because Potter would never even notice her, and I would.
And then I'd get the girl that we all know he's going to end up with sooner or later.
But it can't happen.
It won't happen.
And yet I can't banish the mental images of her walking through the corridors, flipping that red hair with those eyes sparkling and looking so damn perfect that I just want to go over, take her in my arms, and forget about my family, and her family, and Potter, and...everything.
But everything's always going to be there.
So nothing is going to happen between her and I.
Nothing....
Everything...
a fanfiction by She's a Star
A/N: Okay, this idea just popped into my head and it wouldn't leave me alone, so, voila, here it is :) Please R/R :)
Disclaimer: Everything that you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling.
~*~
It's strange that I never noticed her before.
Well I knew that she existed, of course. Ron Weasley's little sister.
But that was really all I cared to think of her as. I never actually thought of her as Ginny Weasley.
But that's starting to change.
It's not that I see her much-just in the corridors in between classes, mostly.
It's strange that I never saw how beautiful she is. I don't like to admit it, but the part of the day I most look forward to is just passing her in the halls so I can see her, and the way her brown eyes sparkle with so much warmth, and how her red hair sort of catches the light and shimmers this brilliant shade of gold.
I watch her a million times more intently than the Snitch at any of the Quiddich matches.
It's embarrassing, even thinking this, but I can't help it.
It's not like we've ever actually had any conversations or anything. She's always been just kind of there....another Weasley.
I don't see her that way anymore.
Now she just glows, and I think about her much more than I'd like.
I don't think she even cares about me.
Well, I KNOW she doesn't.
But I shouldn't mind.
I don't fall in love.
Love is not something that I need.
I have more important things to do....
Like...
Well, anything.
Just not love.
It would ruin everything.
And yet she's....intoxicating, almost. Because she just radiates of good. Pure good. And it seems like that's something that I've never, ever experienced in my life.
She's making me want to experience it.
The most annoying thing about her is that when I watch her in the halls, she just keeps walking. Stares right through me. Yes, there are other girls that pay attention to me, but not because of me. Just because of my name and my money and my position on the Quiddich team.
There are so many people like that in the world.
People who value money more than the so-called "genuinely important things".
I grew up surrounded by people like that.
I suppose...
Oh, I don't know why I don't want to say it now. I've never had any problem with it before. It's crazy that a girl, just a plain old random girl, could make me change my mind about so many things...
It's disgusting, to watch myself fall for her like this.
Because I can never fall.
I watch other Hogwarts students walking around hand in hand, exchanging kisses before they have to split and go to different classes.
It used to disgust me.
And now...
Now...
Now I want to be one of them.
With her, of all people.
But, as much as I want to daydream about this, it's never going to happen.
Because she's a Weasley, and I'm a Malfoy, and...
Imagine what my father would say.
He's always detested her no good, Muggle loving family.
And so have I.
But it would never work out, not with her following Potter around with those big puppy dog eyes. She's never going to understand that he won't give her the time of day.
Maybe...
Maybe that's the reason I like her so much.
Because Potter would never even notice her, and I would.
And then I'd get the girl that we all know he's going to end up with sooner or later.
But it can't happen.
It won't happen.
And yet I can't banish the mental images of her walking through the corridors, flipping that red hair with those eyes sparkling and looking so damn perfect that I just want to go over, take her in my arms, and forget about my family, and her family, and Potter, and...everything.
But everything's always going to be there.
So nothing is going to happen between her and I.
Nothing....
Everything...
