If only I could have him.
As Ginny Weasley finishes her long diary entry, she magically locks it and slips in into the drawer of her night table.
Then, She pulls on her warm Hogwarts blankets, fully covering herself their warmth.
She deeply thinks in her head, I need Harry! Cause' suddenly I find I'm not sleeping.
She lies there, sobbing. And as her mind slowly drifts away into slumber, her eyelids gradually close.
But to no surprise, Ginny's head is always filled with dreams of Harry.
o-o0o-o
A slight creak wakes Ginny up the next morning. She has always been an early bird.
Oh NO!
Everybody was leaving for breakfast!
Ginny doesn't realize she has overslept. And, to top it off, no one has woken her up!
Quickly, Ginny throws her clothes on, all messy. The only thing she bothers to fix, is her flaming hair. She doesn't know why, she guesses out of habit.
She bolts down to the Great Hall, cutting off a few First years on the way.
Ginny walks through the colossal doors into the even greater Great Hall. At least thirty people are eating, but they all stare at her with an inquisitive look about their faces, except for one.
Harry.
But his expression seems to be one of pleasure.
But, he doesn't like me. She thinks morbidly to herself.
Harry smiles at Ginny, as she walks to her place at the long Gryffindor table, and everyone around her starts to eat again.
Ginny even grins back.
o-o0o-o
After breakfast, as she rushes out of the Great Hall, someone shouts, "Ginny! Ginny!
Oh my gosh! It's Harry!
As he catches up to her in the fourth floor corridor, he begins speaking, "Ginny, I was wondering if..."
"Ginny Weasley! Come here," Professor McGonagall simultaneously calls.
Damn that pathetic professor! She just has to ruin my moment!
As the professor leads Ginny into her overly organized office, Ginny tries hard not to look cantankerous.
"I have good news. You have been getting perfect grades! So, the Headmaster has decided to move you up a year. From Fifth to Sixth, starting today. Here is your schedule. I expect you to get to your classes on time, no exceptions. A model student should uphold their reputation."
"YES! Thank you so much professor," Ginny gleefully exclaims, as McGonagall's lips become tightly pressed together.
Oooh! Bad move! I don't think McGonagall appreciates the noise.
As she walks out of McGonagall's too tidy office, she finds Harry impatiently waiting for her.
Wow!
