Author's Note: This is, yes, another drabble. It's from Ginny's point of view and it's her thoughts on her relationship and former feelings for Harry. Enjoy!
Fake Love
Harry Potter had consumed my thoughts for most of my teen years. It was idle, hero worship, though I would have never admitted it then. I was too blinded by his fame, the title he held among the people of our world. I was what some people call; a 'fan girl' which I know is the reason why he seemed shy of me during those first several years.
He didn't get the name intentionally, yet people place him on a pedestal for something he hardly remembers, let alone did on purpose. He was only a tiny baby at the time, and I worshiped him for it! I'm ashamed of myself, now that I look back, when I think about my daydreams of him coming to carry me off so we could live 'happily ever after.' The childish dreams of a young teenage girl; that's all it was. An unrealistic fantasy.
It took me four long years to figure out what wasn't working. Harry didn't need a hero worshiper; he had enough of those as it was. He needed someone he could trust, someone he could talk to, someone to love him unconditionally for who he was, not some mask given to him by the newspapers or his muggle relatives. Someone he already had, and that person wasn't me.
The thing is, after discovering all of this, the feelings that I thought had been there, weren't anymore. I was physically attracted to Harry, yes that was true. The idea of him being a hero was attractive as well, but it wasn't anything deep and genuine. Just your typical first teenage crush; nothing of substance. Nothing to lose, really, if it wasn't there for real in the first place.
Ironically, Ron of all people thinks now I would make a great girlfriend for Harry. I find this completely hilarious, considering that he's had absolutely NO experience with girls and relationships. Hell, I've had more experience than ickle Ronniekins!
Hopefully Ron doesn't try any thing in the matchmaking department, because I can see all his little plots ending in wild disasters just while thinking on it. Scary, really. Besides, I think Dean wouldn't like that too much. I've already warned him about my brothers, and he's well up to the challenge. Unlike Michael Corner, who went off to comfort Cho; he turned tail and ran at the slightest hint of violence from Fred and George. I don't need a wimp for a boyfriend that's for sure. What is it with Cho and younger guys anyway?
Harry has gone through so much; and I wasn't there to help him through most of it, and in turn, that also added to the discovery that I would never be close to him in 'that way.' Not that I mind anymore, I wouldn't want to be Harry Potter's girlfriend, because personally, it's to damned stressful. Not to mention the constant badgering by the press! I wouldn't know how to handle all of that, I've never been through anything like it myself. The Chamber of Secrets was enough attention to last me a lifetime, so thanks, but no thanks on that note.
Of course, the advantage of realizing the childishness of my crush was what I needed. Harry has now become a friend, and I put those stupid little fantasies behind me. He's like yet another brother in the Weasley family, and you know what? I'm beginning to feel a little overrun by boys in this family. Good thing I have Hermione to back me up when I'm feeling overloaded with testosterone.