It's Not Just Because He's Famous
*It'S hIm*
I stopped dead when I saw who it was. It was 'Him'. He was smiling. I wonder why? Doesn't it matter he was smiling and me!
"Hey Ginny!" he stopped a couple feet away still smiling.
"Hey Harry." I smiled shyly back. "Where are Hermione and Ron?"
"Off somewhere probably snogging. What happened to the date you said you had?"
"Well he...." I explained it all to him and at the end of the song he laughed. I sighed heavily. He walked towards the shrieking shack which was abandon and sad looking in the distance.
"What's wrong?" he sounded curious.
"Well it's just I did this make-over to get noticed. And I really like this guy and I wanted him to like me. I want to be Ginny Weasly not Charlie's sister or Percy's sister. I want to be recognized as Ginny. But all it did was make my friend go on a make-over spree and drive me crazy." I confessed. "I mean, come one, can you believe it took me a hour to get ready this morning?" I sighed and stared at him waiting for his answer.
She is so brave to tell me this. Braver than I've ever been.
"Oh. I think you looked better before, but I have to say I like your company better now. Your more outspoken." he encouraged. I smiled and pulled my hair up in a sloppy ponytail. "There's my Ginny." We started walking. Why does he have to be so nice? Maybe one day I will get over him. I used to pretend I was but being with him made me all soft inside. We were on the edge of town and decided to turn back. I glanced around the cozy little city that always made me smile.
"Ginny? Want to grab a butter beer?" he asked.
"Why don't we just walk and talk?" I suggested.
"He shrugged and replied, "Okay If that's what you want."
Why does she have to smile so .. er... brightly!??
"Brrrr." I shivered.
"Come here Ginny." He pulled me close and wrapped me in his arms. He smells so good, like coconut. Wait Ginny! Stop! You must get over him.
"Tell me one of your secrets. I told you one of mine." Wow. I was getting brave. To demand a secret from him! He smiled at me and then stared in to space.
He thought for a minute. "Sometimes I feel different. Not the normal teenage difference, but different. Like I sort of don't belong." He mumbled quietly. "I mean, how was I able to survive when I was one year old? I know my mom helped but. And how could I do magic without a wand when I didn't know how or even that I was a wizard? I asked Hermione once and she said she never did magic before she got her wand."
"Maybe you're just powerful. What do you mean your mom helped?" I tried.
"Well she saved me with some ancient magic and her life but that cant be all that saved me. Because I have faced Voldemort again and haven't died yet. I get so worried sometimes that no one needs me anymore." By now a walk had come to a dead stop.
"I need you." I whispered so quietly for a minute I didn't know if he heard me.
*It'S hIm*
I stopped dead when I saw who it was. It was 'Him'. He was smiling. I wonder why? Doesn't it matter he was smiling and me!
"Hey Ginny!" he stopped a couple feet away still smiling.
"Hey Harry." I smiled shyly back. "Where are Hermione and Ron?"
"Off somewhere probably snogging. What happened to the date you said you had?"
"Well he...." I explained it all to him and at the end of the song he laughed. I sighed heavily. He walked towards the shrieking shack which was abandon and sad looking in the distance.
"What's wrong?" he sounded curious.
"Well it's just I did this make-over to get noticed. And I really like this guy and I wanted him to like me. I want to be Ginny Weasly not Charlie's sister or Percy's sister. I want to be recognized as Ginny. But all it did was make my friend go on a make-over spree and drive me crazy." I confessed. "I mean, come one, can you believe it took me a hour to get ready this morning?" I sighed and stared at him waiting for his answer.
She is so brave to tell me this. Braver than I've ever been.
"Oh. I think you looked better before, but I have to say I like your company better now. Your more outspoken." he encouraged. I smiled and pulled my hair up in a sloppy ponytail. "There's my Ginny." We started walking. Why does he have to be so nice? Maybe one day I will get over him. I used to pretend I was but being with him made me all soft inside. We were on the edge of town and decided to turn back. I glanced around the cozy little city that always made me smile.
"Ginny? Want to grab a butter beer?" he asked.
"Why don't we just walk and talk?" I suggested.
"He shrugged and replied, "Okay If that's what you want."
Why does she have to smile so .. er... brightly!??
"Brrrr." I shivered.
"Come here Ginny." He pulled me close and wrapped me in his arms. He smells so good, like coconut. Wait Ginny! Stop! You must get over him.
"Tell me one of your secrets. I told you one of mine." Wow. I was getting brave. To demand a secret from him! He smiled at me and then stared in to space.
He thought for a minute. "Sometimes I feel different. Not the normal teenage difference, but different. Like I sort of don't belong." He mumbled quietly. "I mean, how was I able to survive when I was one year old? I know my mom helped but. And how could I do magic without a wand when I didn't know how or even that I was a wizard? I asked Hermione once and she said she never did magic before she got her wand."
"Maybe you're just powerful. What do you mean your mom helped?" I tried.
"Well she saved me with some ancient magic and her life but that cant be all that saved me. Because I have faced Voldemort again and haven't died yet. I get so worried sometimes that no one needs me anymore." By now a walk had come to a dead stop.
"I need you." I whispered so quietly for a minute I didn't know if he heard me.