Okay, fine. Sirius gave Harry condoms :) Once again, thank you reviewers. It makes me so happy to log on and see how many reviews I have! Any suggestions, comments etc., just review and tell me. Thanks! Oh, by the way, Bethany and Kelly, who are sixth years with Ginny, are my characters.
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On the way to Charms with Ron, Harry ran straight into someone, knocking them over.
Oh, sorry, he apologized, helping pick up books and pieces of parchment. I didn't mean. . . He trailed off as Draco Malfoy clambered to his feet with a sneer on his face. When he saw that it was Harry who had run him over, his pale face turned even whiter. Muttering something about being late for Divination, he shoved his things into his bag and ran off. Harry and Ron stared at each other with their mouths hanging open.
Was that really Malfoy? Harry asked finally.
Apparently he's heard the rumors, too, Ron whispered in shock. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. They managed to stumble to Charms before the bell rang, laughing the whole way.
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The next few days were torture for Harry. He had to keep fighting urges to stare openly at Ginny, he had to find some way to ask her to the ball before someone beat him to it, and on top of that, Quidditch practices were starting soon. Being the Quidditch Captain, Harry had his hands full with organizing practices and tryouts. He was walking back to the castle one afternoon, in a light drizzle, when he ran into Ginny.
Oh, hi, Harry, she smiled. What were you doing out here? I thought tryouts didn't start until next week.
Yeah, but I have to organize them and talk to Madame Hooch and everyone else already on the team. . . Harry trailed off, not wanting to bore her with the technical details. Were you at a class?
Sort of, she said. I asked Professor Sprout for some extra help with the venomous tentacula.
Harry grimaced. I have some fond memories of that thing, he said sarcastically, and Ginny giggled.
Harry asked, on a spurt of courage. Will you go to the ball with me? Seeing a funny look on her face, he rushed on. Because Ron and Hermione are going together, and I thought it would be nice to go with someone who I know pretty well.
I'd love to Harry, really, Ginny said sadly. But. . .Colin Creevey already asked me, and I said I'd go with him.
Harry felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. he said hollowly. The rain began to feel like tears running down his face, and he bit his lip. Okay, then.
I'm really sorry, Harry, Ginny said softly. Why did she have to look so beautiful? Her glorious hair was lightly beaded with the rain, and her warm brown eyes looked so. . .regretful? Upset? He couldn't tell. I think I'd better go change, she whispered, and Harry thought he saw a tear, a single, delicate tear, roll down her cheek. She turned and began stumbling towards the castle, and he longed to take her in his arms and ask just what she was feeling. . .but he didn't. She was going with Colin, and he couldn't intrude on that.
In a sudden burst of anger, Harry stormed up to his dormitory. Not even bothering to change out of his soaking wet robes, he began scribbling a letter to Sirius.
So, I went and asked Ginny Weasley to the ball, and she's going with Colin. Colin Creevey. That annoying little camera-toting, idiotic. . .okay. I need to calm down. Breathe, Harry. I just can't. She's so beautiful, and sweet, and funny, and I think I'm going crazy, Sirius. I honestly do. I am obsessed with her. I had never thought of her as anything but my best friend's little sister in my entire life, and then she sat down at the table on the first day and wham. She's like a drug, and I am addicted. I haven't told her how I feel, I don't even know if she still has a crush on me, but eventually I'm going to have to tell her or I'll just explode. That'll look great in the Daily Prophet, huh? Harry Potter goes insane from love.' Because, Sirius, I think I'm in love with Ginny Weasley. I've never kissed her, or held her in my arms, or even touched her, but I don't know what else could make me feel like this. It's an amazing feeling, Sirius, but it's driving me crazy. I don't know if I'm just nuts anyway, but I know that I do have to do something about this. Owl me back soon, please! I can't talk to anyone else: not Ron, obviously, he'll try to change my mind; and Hermione will feel guilty keeping secrets from him. I need advice Sirius, I need it soon. Harry
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Kinda short, sorry. I felt that if I stuck anything else on the end, it wouldn't sound that important. Oh, the she's like a drug, and I am addicted line technically belongs to my friend. Just so if she ever reads this, she won't get mad or anything.
