A Little Slice of Hope
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
I had liked Harry Potter for as long as I could remember. When I went to school my first year, I thought I'd had a chance. I was not beautiful-I'm still not. I have pale milky skin, more freckles than I'd like to count, and shockingly red hair as straight as a pin. So basically I had Weasley written all over me from head to toe. And being a Weasley meant being poor.
But Harry didn't seem to care at all if we were poor. He had made friends with Ron right away, and I think that's when it really hit me how sweet he was. He had no idea how nervous Ron was that first day, but Harry had been there for him when he was practically a stranger. Yes, I was in love with someone I didn't even really know.
When my first year came around, for some reason I had this crazy notion that Harry was going to fall in love with me, and some day we would get married and live happily ever after. I even wrote poems to him in secret, which didn't work out too well. The twins managed to get one and gave it to a dwarf to sing on Valentines day-a complete nightmare. I found out soon that while I was dreaming about him night and day he paid about as much attention to me as he did the house elves. Which is none, unless you want to count Dobby. And Dobby isn't exactly your average elf.
At the end of a terrifying year with a diary, he saved my life. I grew to love him even more and felt even more of a bond with him. I doted. He ignored.
In my third year the Yule Ball came around, and I wanted to go so badly with him. I cried at night in frustration as he openly exposed the fact that he fancied Cho Chang without even seeing I was there. I accepted a date with Neville, although soon after I had a chance to go with Harry. It wasn't even Harry who asked. My brother asked for him, and I decided that I wouldn't have gone even if I didn't have a date. I might be hopelessly in love with him, but I wouldn't go just so he wouldn't look stupid opening the ball alone.
At the ball, I saw him staring jealously at Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang the whole time. And slowly, for the first time since my first year, my hope dwindled. What, exactly, was I thinking? That he would suddenly realize that there was more to me than "his best mate's little sister?" What I had been waiting for was a miracle. And miracles don't happen to me very often. I stopped myself from watching Harry and actually made myself look around. It turned out that there was a boy in Ravenclaw, Michael Corner, who had fancied me the entire year. I dated him, and after awhile I had pushed the little bit of hope I had left to the deepest corner of my mind. But it was still there, just waiting for the slightest signal that allowed it to slip out again.
A/N: I know it's short, but I was bored and decided to write a little Ginny ficlet since I can relate to her.
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
I had liked Harry Potter for as long as I could remember. When I went to school my first year, I thought I'd had a chance. I was not beautiful-I'm still not. I have pale milky skin, more freckles than I'd like to count, and shockingly red hair as straight as a pin. So basically I had Weasley written all over me from head to toe. And being a Weasley meant being poor.
But Harry didn't seem to care at all if we were poor. He had made friends with Ron right away, and I think that's when it really hit me how sweet he was. He had no idea how nervous Ron was that first day, but Harry had been there for him when he was practically a stranger. Yes, I was in love with someone I didn't even really know.
When my first year came around, for some reason I had this crazy notion that Harry was going to fall in love with me, and some day we would get married and live happily ever after. I even wrote poems to him in secret, which didn't work out too well. The twins managed to get one and gave it to a dwarf to sing on Valentines day-a complete nightmare. I found out soon that while I was dreaming about him night and day he paid about as much attention to me as he did the house elves. Which is none, unless you want to count Dobby. And Dobby isn't exactly your average elf.
At the end of a terrifying year with a diary, he saved my life. I grew to love him even more and felt even more of a bond with him. I doted. He ignored.
In my third year the Yule Ball came around, and I wanted to go so badly with him. I cried at night in frustration as he openly exposed the fact that he fancied Cho Chang without even seeing I was there. I accepted a date with Neville, although soon after I had a chance to go with Harry. It wasn't even Harry who asked. My brother asked for him, and I decided that I wouldn't have gone even if I didn't have a date. I might be hopelessly in love with him, but I wouldn't go just so he wouldn't look stupid opening the ball alone.
At the ball, I saw him staring jealously at Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang the whole time. And slowly, for the first time since my first year, my hope dwindled. What, exactly, was I thinking? That he would suddenly realize that there was more to me than "his best mate's little sister?" What I had been waiting for was a miracle. And miracles don't happen to me very often. I stopped myself from watching Harry and actually made myself look around. It turned out that there was a boy in Ravenclaw, Michael Corner, who had fancied me the entire year. I dated him, and after awhile I had pushed the little bit of hope I had left to the deepest corner of my mind. But it was still there, just waiting for the slightest signal that allowed it to slip out again.
A/N: I know it's short, but I was bored and decided to write a little Ginny ficlet since I can relate to her.