Chapter – 2

The next day, she woke up with a sprite in her system and a skip in her step. The Quidditch World Cup appeared to do wonders for one's mood. She greeted everyone cheerfully save for Ron, and pointedly avoided eye contact with Harry, not that he'd notice she thought. Hermione, Ron and Harry were all getting ready and packing up, her dad and Percy were busy eating breakfast downstairs.

Seeing it as an opportunity for privacy, she slipped away and then went up to her room and shut it. Removing the embroidered flowery pillow, she unearthed the book and started reading it. She felt like she couldn't take the book to the camp, lest someone spotted it. So, she decided to get a few quick tips before she left.

Hi there Lovely, if you're picking up this book, I assume you're in the same painfully annoying ordeal that many of us face! - Having a crush! Oh, the wonders!

Now whether the crush is someone inappropriate who you're not supposed to crush on, or perhaps it's the feelings you'd like to avoid, the point is, it made you pick up this book and think that – Yes, I need to stop pining after this person! And we're here to help you, the following pages contains anecdotes and personal experiences of people who have successfully nipped the bud and stopped crushing on their object of affection…

Ginny skimmed through the introduction and turned the pages to the first chapter; she needed answers and she needed it now.

Chapter - 1

A crush is a fickle thing, it is like a flame growing in our hearths (pun intended), feed it and it thrives, douse it and it's deprived.

The first step in removing your crush, is to stop seeing the person physically. Whether they're your crush in your workplace, university or even that cute barista in your local coffeeshop – seeing them constantly is not going to help you in this journey.

No, instead they'd seem more lovelier and even more of a cutie than George Clooney. So, the first step is to avoid them! Unless you're forced to work with them or live with them. (Hope it's not a relative!)

If it's possible at any cost avoid them! You are now a chameleon, who-

Ginny puffed; this wouldn't be possible for her now. At least until the summer ended and until they were all packed like sardines stuffed in the Express. She could do this once they were in Hogwarts, but for now it wasn't feasible. She ruffled through the pages and stopped at the lettering reading out Chapter 2.

Chapter – 2

If you can't get over your crush, get under a new one (winks)

Yes, we said it! The best way of getting over someone is to like someone else, someone more appropriate or someone more available.

Perhaps a new crush will ignite something new within you, so now instead of thinking about your old crush's (insert colour) eyes or their tousled locks, you'll be bombarded by brand new thoughts of your new paramour.

Stella was a university student who had an intense crush for Brandon her fellow classmate, but alas – Brandon would never give her the time of the day. So, Stella decided to drown her sorrows at a nearby university pub, and that's when she laid her eyes on a gorgeous Greek Brad Pitt look alike – Tony...

Ginny noted that she'd have to ask Hermione who George Clooney and Brad Pitt were, because apparently all the muggle women deigned them to be as desirable as Greek Gods.

But this advice Ginny could work with. The only problem was that she didn't have a lot of options to have a crush on, the only boys at a nearby locus who weren't Harry - were her brothers.

She'd never really interacted with the boys in St Ottery Catchpole, save for the few times they'd visit the town square to see the festivities, and even when she'd tried to join some of them in their games, they shushed her out of the group, because they'd catch 'cooties'. Whatever that meant.

No having a crush on someone else meant she had to go out, to some event. That's when it hit her!

The Quidditch World Cup! She'd definitely find someone there! But the thought knackered her a bit. She didn't want to spend her precious time there searching for a crush. No! she wanted to enjoy it. Not think about stupid boys.

But a witch had to do, what a witch had to do.

Going down, Ginny was greeted by a loud commotion, her mum had the look of a strict matron and kept shouting 'Accio' over and over, confiscating the twin's contraband – their new inventions. She bundled up in her thick coat, and stepped out into the chilly air that prickled all over her skin. Her cheeks grew pink and she desperately wished she had brought a scarf. Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing outside, shifting in their stances and waiting for everyone to gather. She caught sight of Hermione, and they both briefly nodded and shared a small smile as if to acknowledge their secret sisterhood of unrequited crushing.

They all soon started trudging up to the village, daybreak hadn't yet arrived, and Ginny's thoughts began to wander. She glanced briefly at Harry who was currently conversing with her dad about the logistics of the World Cup and so on. She saw his face bright up and his eyes light in recognition as if he were picturing the descriptions her dad gave him. Her mind was stricken and plastered with images of him. Thoughts about him were constantly whizzing past, and she wondered how present she was in his mind, what was he consumed about? Or rather who was he consumed about?

Harry, like an alert little Sneakoscope soon caught sight of her and gave her a brief smile, she weakly smiled back and turned away at once.

It was bad enough that she was like a little sister to him and on top of that she was now creeping him with her stares and brooding.

Tripping on a rabbit burrow - sharply pulled her away from her musings, but a firm hand soon caught her and supported her upright. George and Fred seemed to appear soundlessly next to her.

"You ok there, Gin?" Fred smiled and ruffled her hair, "Don't want the nargles infecting your brain now do we?" he joked.

"Hey now, I take offense to that. Luna didn't share that information to me, only for you lot to make fun of her." She said in a pseudo serious tone.

"Oh, come on, I say that with great conviction" he solemnly nodded, patting his chest with his hand.

"Besides, we do believe there's something troubling you other than nargles." George added, quirking his brow.

Fred stared at her with an inquiring look, and waited, they both slowed down and Ginny turned to look up to her brothers. It was times like this when the twins surprised her, they caught on to things that others didn't really notice. Her heart warmed a bit, and she was touched that they cared enough to ask. But it was too embarrassing to relay to them, just yet.

"It's nothing, I was a bit too excited for the Cup I guess, and I didn't take into account my lady troubles that visited." She joked with a convincing grin.

Fred's ears began to pinken into a lovely gerbera pink tinge and George found his feet a tad bit too interesting - just as she predicted, the mention of 'lady troubles' put them off their line of questioning. Fred patted her a bit too hard on her back and George patted her head, "There There." They both called out simultaneously. Ginny shoved their hands away and laughed out.

"I menstruate guys, I don't turn into a dog, no need to pat me."

"Yes, but isn't it soothing." Fred asked, "I suppose it is." She grudgingly agreed.

"Good girl." George teased.

"Than- HEY!" she swatted his arm, chasing him around. They laughed and wobbled ahead as they hurried towards the group ahead.

As they reached the location, a tall and fairly stout man greeted them waving a hand, beside him stood another tall but lithe figure. They walked closer and discerned Mr. Amos Diggory and his popular progeny – Cedric Diggory. Ginny recognized him from school and found the lack of students fawning and giggling after him amiss. She studied his face, and had to admit that he was extremely handsome. His effect on girls, didn't seem to wear away during the holidays, evidenced by the sight of Hermione blushing shyly and waving a demure 'hi' towards him.

Ginny's mind worked on overdrive and she wondered whether he'd be a good candidate to have a crush on. He was a good quidditch player and he did defeat Gryffindor last year in a sporting way. She appraised him and did a once over noting his height, and long limbs, she gathered enviously that his centre of gravity on the broom was probably advantageous due to his well-proportioned physique.

Cedric for his part, felt a pair of eyes surveying him and smiled at the third year good naturedly. Being recognized by the upperclassmen took her by shock, and she found herself smiling back.

Would her crush on Harry fade away because of him?

"Come along Ginny," George miffed in an irritated tone and pulled her away from the Hufflepuff's perimeter with thinly veiled disdain.

Turning her head back she looked back at Cedric, but instead saw Harry's eyes glaring at Cedric. He was unusually critical in his gaze, and something stirred in Ginny. A small seedling of hope was planted and it pushed out a tiny sapling. Perhaps, if she were to get Cedric's affections then maybe Harry would notice her.

Her head throbbed and she massaged her forehead, all this thinking was making her go bonkers, she concurred.

The Portkey didn't help things and by the time they reached the campsite, she had a full-frontal assault of a headache.

Which was quite a shame, since she wanted to explore the campsite and walk around seeing the various, unique tents she saw pitched around, whilst coming on the way. She rested on the bed provided in the tent she shared with Hermione, and lay there for a while.

Her mind seemed too tired to think, and her breath drew at an even pace. She closed her eyes and soon she slipped into a Morpheus fuelled slumber.

Waking up, she gathered the smell of a fry up, ever the responsible one with Mrs. Weasley's absence, Percy had cooked up a hash of potatoes and sausages for Ginny. He prodded the plate at her, and watched her down the meal.

"Good, that should help with the 'lady problems." He smiled.

Ginny blushed a bit, but soon thought of how it actually did make her feel better. Her brothers had in their own ways unintentionally helped her, feeling a rush of gratitude, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.

"What's this for?" Percy muffled out, awkwardly hugging her back.

"For being a Humungous Bighead!" she shouted out gleefully, releasing him from her grasp.

"Right- Wait, Hey! I detest that," he retorted, nose reddening and brandishing the spatula around, Ginny broke in a run and and left the tent, calling out, "Thanks for the nosh, Percy!" she waved back.

"Don't wander too far, and come back here before It gets dark!" he hollered.

Ginny vaguely registered his words as she raced across and briskly walked taking in the bustling camp sites around her. She reached a clearing and came across a tent with Viktor Krum plastered all over it. She took in the imposing and rather menacing looking player and it set in that she'd actually get to see him play in action tonight! That's right today was no day to be sad about, she'd be witnessing a historic event.

Sensing a shift in the air next to her, Ginny detected a warm presence. She looked to her right and spotted a boy who gave the impression to be around the same age as her, he gazed intensely with his piercing dark eyes at the Krum projection in front of him. And then said, "Do you think Krum's bound to catch the snitch, or?"

Ginny crossed her brows, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "Or, what?" she asked.

The boy turned to her and appraised her from head to toe. "Right, I forgot that most people here are English." He said in a slight foreign lilt that she couldn't quite place.

"I'm German." He added, stretching out a hand, "Wilhelm von Rohr reporting for duty." He called out in a serious tone.

Ginny snorted and played up as well, shaking his hand. "Ginevra Weasley, at your service." She curtseyed.

They both shared amusing smiles, and Ginny inwardly hoped that no one watched her curtsey.

She took a deeper look at the boy, and saw his face, he was still at the cusp of boyhood, but traces of early stubble and a hardening outline of a jaw melted the last residues of youthfulness away from him. His hair was dark and tousled with some type of gel and carefully shaped. He wore expensive material and was cloaked in a thick coat. Ginny felt bare standing in front of him with her patched up duffle coat. Her hands flew out of its own accord and hid the elbow patch that her mother had darned onto the coat.

Realizing that she had observed him for too long, she quickly added, "No, I don't think Krum will catch the snitch."

"What? Why not, that's how most of Bulgaria's previous matches had ended." He spoke.

"Well Aidan Lynch is no pushover, he's a good Seeker. And besides, Ireland has their Golden Trio, their Hawkshead attacking formation will be an obstacle for Bulgaria." She said rather smugly.

"Right, but you're not factoring in Krum" he said stepping towards her and levelling his gaze, "What good would an attacking trio do if he catches the snitch almost immediately." He whispered, clutching the air near her right ear and materializing a snitch in his palm.

Ginny noticed the proximity that she shared with him, and not being one to back away from a fight she stared back at glared, but only this time, it wasn't a usual standoff she was used to having with her brothers. No this was different she sensed.

He stared at her and softened his gaze, and smiled. His eyes twinkled with a strange glimmer and then he took a hold of her hand and put the snitch in her palm.

"This is for you." He said still smiling, and then he turned back and started walking the other way.

"Wait!" Ginny called out, "Take it back!" she said gesturing towards the snitch.

He faced her and walked backwards calling out, "It's ok, it's compensation for you. You'll need it! Especially when Bulgaria sweeps the floor with Ireland!" His voice echoed, disappearing into the distance.

Ginny breathed out in irritation and felt like flinging the snitch at him. But she held it and looked at it closer. The snitch was one of a usual make, but an inscription was plastered on it:

'What you seek is seeking you.'

Jilted by her recent meeting, she pocketed it and head back to her camp.

A/N: Hi you guys! I just realized that I never added a notes section to my first chapter. Hence, I decided to start one here. If you've read this so far, thank you so much! And please do leave a review, follow or favourite if you'd like to keep reading. Reviews really are the chicken soup for the souls of us mere authors ^-^

Ginny is a character who I felt JKR never really explored to the fullest, and while I adore Hinny, I do find it lacking in terms of content. So, you could say that this fic is a wish fulfilment of sorts. I decided to write it in a YA Chick-lit format for now, but the style of writing and pacing and content matter will definitely change as Ginny changes throughout the series. It's more of a coming of age story centred around Ginny, but I definitely plan to write in different POVs (Harry, Ron, OCs) in the later chapters.

Hope you join us on this ride!