CastingSoulEyes June 19, 2003 Hidden Love ~ Chapter 7 ~ Harry's View

He laid awake for what seemed like endless time, upon his bed in Ron's bedroom. He was semi listening to the collection of Ron's snoring and the bugs buzzing outside. His gaze was fixed upon the ceiling, as he twiddled his fingers. He could not stop thinking about what he did. It was haunting his very thoughts.

He rolled over on the bed, and looked out of the window. His gaze looking out into the countryside, and yet not seeing it really. His mind was fixated on the kiss he had just shared. Shared with none other than Virginia Weasley, his best friend's little sister. A girl, no a young woman who has 6 older brothers, all of which could probably beat him up.

He let out a nearly silent grunt of annoyance as he tried to figure himself out. He had noticed he always did blush secretively whenever Ginny would smile or ran away from him. Or when she suddenly seemed to crawl out of her mousy shell on the train home and actually curled up against him. It was like the first time he had ever felt wanted or needed by anyone, when not in danger! He had actually loved the feeling of her curled up onto him, the softness of her red silky hair against his cheek, as he rested his head down into it.

"IHer lips, I cannot stop thinking about that kiss! Its like by a single kiss I am captured, but isn't this wrong? She's my best friend's sister. I mean what if Ron disagrees with me liking her? Or what if, what if Ginny just kissed me on the spur of the moment. What if it meant nothing to her? What if that kiss was absolutely nothing to her? I don't even want to think about that!/I" He rolled over burying his face into his pillow, as he thought to himself.

Twenty minutes had passed and he slammed his fist into the pillow growling annoyingly. His mind riddled with thoughts. "IDamnit! Why does this mean so much to me? I mean. Oh no. I want Ginny to want me, and I want her to kiss me again. I want Ginny! The only question is, does she want me?/I"

Sleep found him soon after coming to the conclusion as the warmth of the summer drifted into his room.