Hey everybody, I've started a Ginny and Harry story. It'll be cute and short. Maybe like fifteen or so chapters. I don't know, I haven't really thought about it. Well, I hope you like it and I'll see how this story does.

Title: Forget Me Not

Rating: PG

Genre: Romance

Summary: Forget me... Forget me not... Picking petals from a dandelion won't choose the answer to the question that's been in my mind forever: Will you forget me...after you've left this school? They're friendship was just platonic, but both of them knew that something they shared...was special. (Ginny:Harry)

Prologue

The smell of spring is scattered among the students—most of who don't even know it's spring. Flowers are blooming, sun's out, and the days to summer vacation are drawing nearer. It was something that I had been dreading ever since that night we shared. It wasn't special; it wasn't like we kissed or anything, but it was a few words, exchanged between two people who were lost. He was sadistic; I understood. Having both traits, we mixed somehow.

Nobody really knows what happened to him. Some people say that it had to deal with school. Others said his brutality was caused by the Dark Lord—which is what his friends believed. I, however, thought his cruelness was caused by something far worse. Loneliness. Now that's something to laugh at...The-Boy-Who-Lived.... lonely. Heck, he's far from lonely. But there was something that he was missing.

He admitted that he was lonely—but only to me. He said that nobody understood what he was going through. Of course, I asked him, what was he going through because he had the life that I had always wished for: fame and fortune. Then, he looked me in the eye, and whispered to me, "I'm just not happy."

I once read in a muggle magazine that fame can do bad things to stars. Killing yourself is one bad thing, others include trying to kill yourself, bulemia, anorexia, and the list goes on.... Of course, I knew he wouldn't do that. He never believed in that kind of rubbish. He would be able to get through his problems, but it was just harder.

So, I asked him, why exactly he was unhappy.

He said, that people didn't love him because of who he was, but because of his fame.

And I told him that Ron and Hermione loved him and not for his fame and fortune.

But they worry too much, he said laughing.

We all worry about you, I tell him.

I know you do, but you are the only one who seems to get me.

I smiled at him and continued to look up at the stars. I understood him. I didn't fuss over him like Hermione or crack jokes trying to make him feel better, like Ron. I was just there for him, which was all he needed.

But our days were numbered and it seemed like I was the one who needed help not him. I was the one who had to face another year of Hogwarts when he got to enter the real world. Then, it all came crashing upon me; my studies, my parents, friends, and him.

Then more things started to unravel: Was he going to forget me after he left Hogwarts?

I picked up a dandelion and started picking the petals off it. Will he forget me? Will he forget me not? Forget me...forget me not...forget me...forget me not...forget me...

And each time I picked the petal off the flower, it always landed on forget me.

All I can hope is that he won't forget me.

After all, picking petals from a dandelion won't choose the answer to the question that's been in my mind forever: Will you forget me...after you've left this school?

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-Kimberly-