A/N: This is in the view of Harry and Ginny, (sometimes others) and the
chaps will be called simply Harry, Ginny, or whoever else it might be.
Ginny:
I sometimes feel left out, being the youngest in my family. Sometimes I wish I was the oldest, the most successful. And sometimes I also feel like I just want to be in Harry's year. There's a reason for me wanting to be in Harry's year. In fact, it's the only one of those three that has a reason. I don't just want to be with my brother, Ron. I'm pretty sure he would just get annoyed with me. I want to try and become proper friends with Harry. When I say friends.well really I'm not sure what I mean exactly. I want to be his friend, but not just a friend, if you get what I mean. The only thing is, I don't know what he feels about me. Hell, maybe he likes me even though I'm younger than him! But deep down I know that's not true.
Another thing I know is that Hermione is in his group of friends. She's nice, but I think Harry might just think of her as more than just a friend at some point. And then I'll feel like a reject, who didn't even try. I suppose there are other boys if I don't get together with Harry, just who?
"Ginny Weasley, stop daydreaming and get on with mixing together your potion." Snape's cold voice enters my thoughts, and I feel like I'm waking up. I open my eyes and look at the Professor. He's giving me one of his cold looks to go with the voice. The look he only gives to Gryffindor's. He still favours the Slytherin's; still think they are the best house and should be given the most praise. I'm still surprised he's still here. I'm now in my fourth year here, and for every single potions lesson I've had him. But even so, I'm happy he still hasn't got the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Yes Professor Snape. Sorry." He turns his back to me, and I give him a look that I think is colder than his, starting to mix my potion again. But however hard I try I cannot let my thoughts wander from Harry. I almost wish this was all a dream, and I was a simple muggle with nothing better to do in her life than to find a boyfr.there I go again! It gets so annoying! I suppose in my next bit of free time I should just go to my room and sleep for a while. But then my dreams.my dreams have started to reflect my thoughts. Which isn't good!
The bell for end of lessons finally rings. I grab my bag, not forgetting to quickly wash my hands, before running down the corridor, stopping as a teacher comes into sight, and then running the rest of the way to the Gryffindor tower. It was then I bumped into the last person I wanted to bump into at times like these.
"Oh, hello Ginny." Harry said, looking down at me. I went bright red, and pushed past him, running into the girl's dormitory.
Ginny:
I sometimes feel left out, being the youngest in my family. Sometimes I wish I was the oldest, the most successful. And sometimes I also feel like I just want to be in Harry's year. There's a reason for me wanting to be in Harry's year. In fact, it's the only one of those three that has a reason. I don't just want to be with my brother, Ron. I'm pretty sure he would just get annoyed with me. I want to try and become proper friends with Harry. When I say friends.well really I'm not sure what I mean exactly. I want to be his friend, but not just a friend, if you get what I mean. The only thing is, I don't know what he feels about me. Hell, maybe he likes me even though I'm younger than him! But deep down I know that's not true.
Another thing I know is that Hermione is in his group of friends. She's nice, but I think Harry might just think of her as more than just a friend at some point. And then I'll feel like a reject, who didn't even try. I suppose there are other boys if I don't get together with Harry, just who?
"Ginny Weasley, stop daydreaming and get on with mixing together your potion." Snape's cold voice enters my thoughts, and I feel like I'm waking up. I open my eyes and look at the Professor. He's giving me one of his cold looks to go with the voice. The look he only gives to Gryffindor's. He still favours the Slytherin's; still think they are the best house and should be given the most praise. I'm still surprised he's still here. I'm now in my fourth year here, and for every single potions lesson I've had him. But even so, I'm happy he still hasn't got the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Yes Professor Snape. Sorry." He turns his back to me, and I give him a look that I think is colder than his, starting to mix my potion again. But however hard I try I cannot let my thoughts wander from Harry. I almost wish this was all a dream, and I was a simple muggle with nothing better to do in her life than to find a boyfr.there I go again! It gets so annoying! I suppose in my next bit of free time I should just go to my room and sleep for a while. But then my dreams.my dreams have started to reflect my thoughts. Which isn't good!
The bell for end of lessons finally rings. I grab my bag, not forgetting to quickly wash my hands, before running down the corridor, stopping as a teacher comes into sight, and then running the rest of the way to the Gryffindor tower. It was then I bumped into the last person I wanted to bump into at times like these.
"Oh, hello Ginny." Harry said, looking down at me. I went bright red, and pushed past him, running into the girl's dormitory.