Ginny rubbed the dent on her forehead her that Potions paper had made overnight. "Is it morning already?" she wondered aloud. She changed into clean robes and hurried into the common room. It was empty except for Neville who was sick today.

            "Hi Ginny. Are you sick too?" Neville asked with a sniff. When Ginny shook her head and looked puzzled, Neville explained, "Classes started an hour ago. You are really late." With that, Neville went into a serious succession of sneezes and Ginny rushed out of the common rooms to her Transfiguration class.
            "Ginny! Where have you been?" boomed Professor McGonagall. "Take your seat. And I would like a two hundred word essay on proper attendance, unless you have a good explanation."

            "No, Professor," Ginny mumbled as she took a seat. The rest of the day seemed to go on as slow as this. Homework was flooded into every fourth year's schedule and Ginny found it hard that whole week to catch up with all of the classes. Plus, the constant thoughts of Draco were haunting her until she thought she would go insane. 'I just have to see him once more, and then I can finish this assignment,' she thought while doing her Herbology homework. Then during Defense Against the Dark Arts, 'I love his eyes. They are so adorable. They look good with his hair too.' These thoughts would not cease to invade her concentration on homework, or anything else for that matter.

            The next day, Ginny saw Draco in the hallway, talking to Pansy Parkinson. He was smiling and laughing. Embarrassed and torn apart, Ginny walked quickly into her next classroom. Following behind her at the last minute was Draco, but before he could reach her to say anything, Ginny slammed the classroom door and took her seat.

            The rest of the week consisted of Ginny debating with herself on her real feelings for Draco. She was glad when Saturday came and she could just relax and think without any homework.

            "Hey, Hermione," Ginny greeted her solemnly as she entered the common room. It was almost midnight and Ginny was alone in the common room, thinking.

            "What are you doing Ginny? It's really late. Are you feeling okay?" Hermione whispered, concerned. "You have been staying up late a lot I noticed."

            "Oh, I am fine. I'm just thinking," she said with a loud, noticeable yawn.

            "What are you thinking about?" Hermione inquired. When there was no answer Hermione whispered, "Ginny. You still like him don't you?"

            "Oh, um, no I don't," Ginny said blandly. Her face was serious looking, but oddly pink.

            "I know you way to well. You do. I see the way you look at him. You know, he looks the same way when he looks at you. I was wrong, and I am really sorry about that. He has changed. I know I doubted you for liking him. It just didn't seem right. But Ginny, he really is a great guy now, and I am happy for you." Ginny, now in tears, looked at Hermione through blurred vision.

            "You are wrong. He doesn't like me. He doesn't even look at me. He looks at Pansy."

            "Ginny, listen to me! He likes you. A lot. You can see it in him. He gets this glowing aura surrounding him when he walks by you. I know it doesn't make sense, but trust me. You two were meant for each other." Ginny could not believe what she was hearing. Was Hermione right? Were she and Draco destined for each other?

            "Oh, Hermione. I am so confused," Ginny cried. She grabbed the nearest pillow and buried her face in it, sobbing.

            "I'm going to bed now, it is late. See you," Hermione whispered soothingly.