A/N: I'm writing a short fic with multiple chapters, so that means each
chapter will be a bit short. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing here. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Harry loves Ginny, but does he have enough courage to tell her?
Harry Potter absentmindedly turned the page in his Transfiguration book, not really reading the words written on it. He was supposed to be reading about the Transfiguration Era, which happened from 1097 until 1115, but he couldn't seem to focus, and it was no mystery why.
Across the common room, Ginny Weasley was doing her own homework, her fiery red hair falling across her shoulders as she plotted the stars on an astronomy chart. Harry couldn't help staring at her until she lifted her head and looked right at him with her piercing blue eyes. Harry turned away quickly, not wanting Ginny to know he had been staring at her.
It was Harry's sixth year, making him sixteen and Ginny fifteen, for she was in her fifth year. Both attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England.
Now that Ginny was maturing into a young woman, she was starting to attract some male admirers. She spent time with some of them, but never held on for too long. She had never had a steady boyfriend. Harry knew why people were starting to notice Ginny. She was growing her red hair out; it was now halfway down her back. The Good Lord had blessed her with naturally beautiful blue eyes, which shone brightly when the light hit them. She had developed the curves of a woman: smaller waist than before, wider hips, and her bosom was obviously growing. Harry longed to tell Ginny how he felt about her, but he feared that if he did she would merely laugh him off.
"What do I do?" Harry asked himself.
The obvious answer was to tell Ginny that he felt great passion for her, but Harry was afraid, as many young men are at that age. He sank deeper into the overstuffed scarlet armchair, thinking hard. If he told her bluntly, that may make him look like a complete fool. However, he knew that Ginny was a hopeless romantic, so something a little different could do the trick.
"Let's see," mused Harry, "what does Ginny really like?"
The truth was, Ginny liked a lot of things associated with romance, such as candy, perfume, jewelry, and flowers.
"Aha!" Harry though, a smile growing on his face, "that's IT! I've got it!"
He sprang up from his chair, tossed his Transfiguration book into his bag, and ran up the stairs to his dormitory. He needed to plan a bit before going ahead with what he wanted to do.
Harry grinned as he took out a piece of parchment and a quill. Ginny was about to get the surprise of her life!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing here. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Harry loves Ginny, but does he have enough courage to tell her?
Harry Potter absentmindedly turned the page in his Transfiguration book, not really reading the words written on it. He was supposed to be reading about the Transfiguration Era, which happened from 1097 until 1115, but he couldn't seem to focus, and it was no mystery why.
Across the common room, Ginny Weasley was doing her own homework, her fiery red hair falling across her shoulders as she plotted the stars on an astronomy chart. Harry couldn't help staring at her until she lifted her head and looked right at him with her piercing blue eyes. Harry turned away quickly, not wanting Ginny to know he had been staring at her.
It was Harry's sixth year, making him sixteen and Ginny fifteen, for she was in her fifth year. Both attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England.
Now that Ginny was maturing into a young woman, she was starting to attract some male admirers. She spent time with some of them, but never held on for too long. She had never had a steady boyfriend. Harry knew why people were starting to notice Ginny. She was growing her red hair out; it was now halfway down her back. The Good Lord had blessed her with naturally beautiful blue eyes, which shone brightly when the light hit them. She had developed the curves of a woman: smaller waist than before, wider hips, and her bosom was obviously growing. Harry longed to tell Ginny how he felt about her, but he feared that if he did she would merely laugh him off.
"What do I do?" Harry asked himself.
The obvious answer was to tell Ginny that he felt great passion for her, but Harry was afraid, as many young men are at that age. He sank deeper into the overstuffed scarlet armchair, thinking hard. If he told her bluntly, that may make him look like a complete fool. However, he knew that Ginny was a hopeless romantic, so something a little different could do the trick.
"Let's see," mused Harry, "what does Ginny really like?"
The truth was, Ginny liked a lot of things associated with romance, such as candy, perfume, jewelry, and flowers.
"Aha!" Harry though, a smile growing on his face, "that's IT! I've got it!"
He sprang up from his chair, tossed his Transfiguration book into his bag, and ran up the stairs to his dormitory. He needed to plan a bit before going ahead with what he wanted to do.
Harry grinned as he took out a piece of parchment and a quill. Ginny was about to get the surprise of her life!