Fantasies
Harry:
He was never going to tell anybody. He loved to think about her red hair. What sort of an idiot only fancied a girl after she was done with her infatuation of him? It was almost embarrassing to think about how blind he had been. Why had it taken him so long to realize that she was beautiful? Why hadn't he realized sooner that it would be wonderful if he could really be a part of the Weasely family? He thought so much of what he would do to have her fancy him again. He tried not to think about her when he was in the showers, but sometimes it was too much. The sound of the water falling couldn't drown out his gasping of her name.
Ron:
He supposed that everyone knew by now. He fantasized about her at every time of day. He felt really disgusted with himself for acting so immature with her. He was so argumentative with her, but all he really wanted was to have her love him, like he did with her. He was never going to get what he wanted if he was always such a prat. He imagined to himself that they got along perfectly, and that she loved him deeply, and that they were always together. It was never going to happen he thought bitterly.
Hermione:
She didn't want to like him. It would make things too complicated. She watched his every move and wondered if she'd ever be able to get over him. His black hair was so dark, and she imagined running her fingers through it. She watched his lips when he spoke to her and imagined kissing them. She knew it would just make things difficult. How could she protect him and date him at the same time? She needed to concentrate on her studies.
Ginny:
She had stopped acting stupid around him a few years ago. She had trained herself to be normal around him in the hopes that if he saw she could act like a regular and sane person, he would begin to like her. The plan seemed to be failing miserably, judging by complete indifferent action toward her. She cursed herself for still fantasizing about him after so many years. She should have stopped doing this by now. Would it ever end?
Draco:
He hated everyone. As far as personalities went, at least. He was a person to give credit where credit was due though. He loved the fire in her hair. He thought that under certain circumstances, her heat would nicely balance out his coolness. Her mind wasn't even at the level of a gerbil's though. He could only imagine to himself that she had a personality to suit his. If only it wasn't for those damnable freckles, and that stupid mind. Then he could properly fantasize about her.
A/N:
Whew! Harry got a bit steamy there didn't he? (haha. Get it? Shower. Steamy. He was in the shower and he was getting steamy, get it? Never mind).
I actually just found this one. I had forgotten that I had written it at all until I began to rummage through the archives. So yeah, its kinda sucky due to the fact it was one of my very firsts, but I thought I'd post it anyway. I hope it wasn't too crap.