"Gin," you ask cautiosly. And I turn to look at you, not bothering to hide the tears rolling down my cheeks- I don't even notice. I'm used to them by now, after all this time, all these terrible years.

"What's wrong?" you ask gently. And I wish that you weren't so gentle, because it makes my life so much harder.

I try to smile through my tears, and try to sound cheerful as I say,"Nothing Harry. Nothing's wrong."

You sit next to me, grinning slightly.

"Ginny, people don't generally cry themselves silly in a broom closet for no reason, and I've known you long enough to know that nothing is something in this case."

I laugh through my tears. You've always been able to cheer me up.

"I- I can't- I can't tell you, Harry. You would- wouldn't understand," I mumble softly. You gently lift my chin up so that I'm looking you in the eye.

"Gin, you can tell me anything, and I'll try my hardest to understand. You're like a sister to me, and so it's my job to help you. Unless you'd rather ask Ron? I'm sure it could be arranged..."

I laugh again. You can always make me laugh. And I can't help but tell you.

"I- I've fallen in love with...well... a guy, and he doesn't feel the same about me," I say softly, the tears starting again. Starting for the millionth time in my life.

You look sad for a split second, but then you're cheerful again. I wonder why?

"Well, he's a total jerk then. Who wouldn't want you?"

I can't help it. Red hair comes with a temper, and I've just lost mine.

"HARRY, YOU DON'T GET IT, DO YOU?" I shout, not caring who hears, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DOESN'T WANT ME, THE ONE I'M IN LOVE WITH! I HAVE BEEN SINCE I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD, EVEN BEFORE I MET YOU."

You sit there, shock evident on your face, so unlike you. You don't ussually show your emotions.

"Gin... I... I..." you stutter.

"YOU STILL DON'T GET IT, DO YOU! I'M JUST A SISTER TO YOU, AFTER ALL! JUST GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE FOR THE REST OF MY MISERABLE LIFE. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO," I continues to shriek at the top of my lungs. Thank goodness we're in a remost part of the Dungeons.

"Gin... but, I thought you knew. You knew Hermione and Ron were in love with eachother before they even knew it..." you mutter, looking lost. I calm down a bit. You look so cute like that.

"Harry, what are you talking about?" I say, still loud, but not yelling, and there's a note of calm to my voice now.

"I... Gin, I love you."

Before I can say anything, your lips are pressed against mine, and I'm floating somewhere in heaven, loving you more than words can ever describe.

So, i finally got around to writing something. I'm trying to update my other fanfiction, I promise.

-Annmarie