Ginny sat in the common room with the dynamic trio. Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and her brother Ronald Weasley. The three were in they 7th and last year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she was a year younger in her 6th year. As she laughed with the others, she looked to the boy with the messy black hair, and piercing green eyes. This was the boy that had her heart in the palm of his hand. If only he knew. She had always been to scared to tell him how she felt, but this year would be different. It was his last year, and her last year to express the way she truly felt.
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Harry looked at the people to his right and left. To his right was his right hand man, Ron Weasley. They were best friends, and always would be. To his left were his leading ladies. Bookworm Hermione Granger, and Ron's little sister Virginia. Now, looking at the picture of the four of them, you would never know that Hermione was a bookworm. Over the past few years she had changed drastically. This summer seemed to do her the best. She was beautiful, but she was not the one that stole Harry's attention as he looked at the girls. No, it was Ginny. He had thought she was very cute ever since he first met her. She used to be so shy, she wouldn't even look at him, for he was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He could never tell her the way he felt though, because she was his best friends kid sister. It killed him inside not being able to tell her, and have her as his own.
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As she scanned the room, Hermione thought, this is my family. The people that I love above all. She had spent 7 years with the boys sitting next to her. Through thick and thin, they were there. And the other girl sitting with them was her best, and almost only, girl friend. As she giggled with the rest she thought of her summer. She had done a lot this summer. Not just the usual book reading, like she did almost every other summer. No, she had changed in every aspect. She was now very self confident. And who, looking the way she did, wouldn't? She was beautiful. She had grown in all the ways a girl her age should. Her hair was no longer the messy mop it used to be, she grew it out, and with the length it straightened the way she always wished it would. She also realized that who cares what she looks like, she should just be herself. It was a mind frame that had taken her so many years to capture. She was still as smart as always, but she learned to monitor it, and not be so annoying with it. Her friends were all very happy about this!
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Most people would hate to spend time with their little sister, but Ron wasn't one of them. To him, she was just a part of the gang. The gang that was him, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny. They were always known to be together. During classes, Harry and Hermione and Ron always had seats together. During meal times, they always sat together. And at night, they were all in the common room together. Of course, Hermione was Head Girl (a very high honour in Hogwarts) and she did have her own common room, bath, and room, but she still spent as much time as possible with her friends. Ron was very proud of Hermione's accomplishments. But, the truth was, he didn't consider her just a friend. He wanted her as more. To be with her, always. They had always been friends, and were always together, but now it was different. He had grown, mentally and physically. The now 6 foot 3 muscular boy thought of girls, or Hermione, more than anything else. He wished their connection was much more than just friendly interactions.
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Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room. He was amongst his friends. They were plotting ways to make the lives of the Gryffindors miserable. The Gryffindors they was referring to were Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. A thought in the back of his head, was how hot Hermione had become. He saw her on the train on their way to the school that day, and he wanted the latest trophy to be his. He always had to have the best. The best racing broom, the best robes, the best friends, and of course, the best girl friend. What was a great guy without a great looking girl. Yeah, she was a mudblood, but she was the hottest mudblood in the school. They were mortal enemies, but once the Malfoy charm was turned on, who had a chance? No girl, she would be pinning for him in no time at all, he thought to himself smugly as he went back to the talk of hexes and curses.
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Harry looked at the people to his right and left. To his right was his right hand man, Ron Weasley. They were best friends, and always would be. To his left were his leading ladies. Bookworm Hermione Granger, and Ron's little sister Virginia. Now, looking at the picture of the four of them, you would never know that Hermione was a bookworm. Over the past few years she had changed drastically. This summer seemed to do her the best. She was beautiful, but she was not the one that stole Harry's attention as he looked at the girls. No, it was Ginny. He had thought she was very cute ever since he first met her. She used to be so shy, she wouldn't even look at him, for he was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He could never tell her the way he felt though, because she was his best friends kid sister. It killed him inside not being able to tell her, and have her as his own.
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As she scanned the room, Hermione thought, this is my family. The people that I love above all. She had spent 7 years with the boys sitting next to her. Through thick and thin, they were there. And the other girl sitting with them was her best, and almost only, girl friend. As she giggled with the rest she thought of her summer. She had done a lot this summer. Not just the usual book reading, like she did almost every other summer. No, she had changed in every aspect. She was now very self confident. And who, looking the way she did, wouldn't? She was beautiful. She had grown in all the ways a girl her age should. Her hair was no longer the messy mop it used to be, she grew it out, and with the length it straightened the way she always wished it would. She also realized that who cares what she looks like, she should just be herself. It was a mind frame that had taken her so many years to capture. She was still as smart as always, but she learned to monitor it, and not be so annoying with it. Her friends were all very happy about this!
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Most people would hate to spend time with their little sister, but Ron wasn't one of them. To him, she was just a part of the gang. The gang that was him, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny. They were always known to be together. During classes, Harry and Hermione and Ron always had seats together. During meal times, they always sat together. And at night, they were all in the common room together. Of course, Hermione was Head Girl (a very high honour in Hogwarts) and she did have her own common room, bath, and room, but she still spent as much time as possible with her friends. Ron was very proud of Hermione's accomplishments. But, the truth was, he didn't consider her just a friend. He wanted her as more. To be with her, always. They had always been friends, and were always together, but now it was different. He had grown, mentally and physically. The now 6 foot 3 muscular boy thought of girls, or Hermione, more than anything else. He wished their connection was much more than just friendly interactions.
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Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room. He was amongst his friends. They were plotting ways to make the lives of the Gryffindors miserable. The Gryffindors they was referring to were Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. A thought in the back of his head, was how hot Hermione had become. He saw her on the train on their way to the school that day, and he wanted the latest trophy to be his. He always had to have the best. The best racing broom, the best robes, the best friends, and of course, the best girl friend. What was a great guy without a great looking girl. Yeah, she was a mudblood, but she was the hottest mudblood in the school. They were mortal enemies, but once the Malfoy charm was turned on, who had a chance? No girl, she would be pinning for him in no time at all, he thought to himself smugly as he went back to the talk of hexes and curses.