A/N:  Ok, due to some requests, here's my Ginny chapter.  I'm not a big Ginny fan, but I couldn't just leave her out.

***Ginny***

            Wow, my first year.  I had screwed up big time.  I thought I had a nice, normal diary friend.  I can admit now that I was super wrong.

            What I actually had was a homicidal maniac's memory living in my diary.  And I helped unleash this maniac onto my school, and subsequently on my brother's girlfriend and my other brother's best friend (and some others too).

            Well, thank goodness Harry was there to save the day.  I mean, back then, I thought there was nothing like him.  I was raised on stories of "the boy-who-lived."  He was a huge celebrity and I think that was where my attraction came from.  It was one of those "wanting what you can never have" things.  I was never in love with Harry, but with the idea of Harry.  I wanted the legend, not the man. 

            But anyway.  Childhood crushes aside, I was just happy that Ron and Harry were still talking to me after what I did.  Any hopes I had of looking more grown up at school were dashed.  I was still naïve little Virginia.  But at least I could thank Harry that I wasn't naïve little Virginia in Azkaban for murder.

            When it came time for the end of the year feast, I couldn't have been happier.  Everyone was cured and no one really held me responsible.  I was almost across from Neville, so I heard him quite clearly when he said, "Harry!  It's Hermione!"

            Back then, I had to wonder why exactly Neville only said it to Harry.  Surely, he would have known that the rest of her housemates would have been happy to see her as well.  Now that I know what I know, I understand.  The whole scene was just so "Harry and Hermione."

            After Neville told Harry that she was back, Harry leaned back to see if he was right.  It was obvious when Harry saw her, because his smiled threatened to overtake his face.

            He stood up and waited for her as she ran to him.  They closed their arms around each other and hugged.

            Now, back then, I was more than jealous.  I thought of Hermione as a great friend, but at that moment, I seriously didn't like her.  I mean, Hermione got to spend all of her time with Harry.  Why couldn't the rest of us have some time?  That hug should have been my first clue that I had no chance with Harry.  I would always be the little sister he never had.  His heart was given away before he really knew me.  He probably never even knew till his fourth or fifth year.

            Anyway, they just hugged and hugged.  Making me and a few other girls very uncomfortable.  Finally, they stopped and my brother had to make an ass of himself and shake her bloody hand.  I mean, for Merlin's sake!  Then, Professor McGonagall clinked her glass and allowed Professor Dumbledore to make his speech.

            I was just glad for the year to be over.  I wanted to try to forget what happened.  (Both the diary and the hug)  When I think back, I wonder why I ever had such a crush on Harry.  Well, ok, it was the eyes.  Come on, what witch doesn't think that Harry Potter has dreamy eyes?  And the fact that he was famous; let's not forget the fact that he was the savior to the wizarding world. But still, he was really more of a brother, but yet I still did completely embarrassing things to get his attention.  Eventually, I would decide to move on.  I just wish I had done it sooner.  But that's all over with.  My brother got over his crush on Hermione and I got over mine on Harry. 

It's all for the best after all.  Now, Ron has Lavender and I have Neville.  And Harry has Hermione.  Life is pretty much perfect for all of us.  And it all began with that hug.