I never expected him to like me back. If you said he did I would have asked you what magic dragon you were puffing. First, let me explain that I grew up hearing his name uttered around my house with great reverence. He was a legend before I was born. So obviously, I never thought that he would end up being my brother's best friend- I never thought that he would spend summers at my house, sleep in a room near mine, talk to me, know I existed. Then on the day my brother Ron set off to Platform nine and three quarters, I saw him. I knew by the scar on his forehead, the shape of a lightning bolt. I'm ashamed to admit it- I gawked at him and that scar. The thrill! I actually set my eyes on Harry Potter, a boy who I heard about for half my life! My mother talked to him! He smiled at me!
I couldn't believe it- he looked nervous, poor guy. I had no idea that someone that cool could be nervous. I've always looked back on that day, because it makes me feel connected to him that I saw him at his weakest point. Call me crazy, but it makes sense in my head.
My infatuation with him didn't really begin until Ron started to talk about rescuing him from his house, where he lived with Muggles. And then! Oh and then! He came to our house! He sat at our table! I washed the dishes after breakfast and oh, man, it was amazing to wash a the cup that touched his lips. Okay, I admit that I trembled so much that I dropped thethe damn cup and it smashed into a zillion pieces… but no matter.
I guess I talked about him a little too much- because Ron and my other brothers started to catch on that I liked him. They teased me, and teased me, and teased me some more. So when I finally met this guy (in my nightgown, with my hair a mess, early in the morning at breakfast!) I had built him up to some kind of wonder-man. Well he was, to me at any rate. So when I walked into the kitchen, looking like I had just gotten out of bed (well I had, but Harry wouldn't know that!) I saw him, squealed (couldn't help myself) and ran back out to my room, shut the door, and leaned against it, breathing hard.
So I admit I did rather make a fool of myself over Harry. At least I'm over him now. Or so I like to think.I would take him back if he should drop the smallest hint.
I try so hard to forget my feelings. But every time I see him, he makes me smile. And every time I'm with him, my heart feels light and free, but when I'm not… I think about what he said to me, and I try to interpret the smallest gesture of his. Every once and awhile, I'll be thinking about something, and he'll come, unbidden, to my mind. Like this one time- I was writing an end of year exam, and I was totally stressed. So I went to hand it into my teacher, and I realized that I had forgotten to write my name! I was like, okay, so I scribble it absent mindedly on the top of the paper.. You'll never guess what I wrote. Actually, it's kind of really obvious… Ginny Potter.
Obviously, I was horrified that I had written that. Viciously, I inked it out. I mean, I was going out with Michael Corner! I thought, terrified of what he would say if he saw that. And not to mention what Harry would think…
Wait a minute. I was going out with Michael Corner! WHY?
Well, never mind. I also went out with Dean Thomas. Nice boy, but… sheesh.
Okay, the fact of the matter is, I was through with Harry James Potter. Totally threw with him, as of… last Monday. But no matter- the fact is, I was done. Stupid game of truth or dare. Change my bloody life around. And not necessarily for the better.
