The sun was setting low. Colorful shades of red filled the horizon. Last rays of sunlight have faded into darkness. And she could only watch, as two shadows combined into one. He was not hers, and she understood it too late. Her gaze turned around, to stare at an empty wall. Her warm grey eyes shut themselves from the world, just for a moment, for Ginny to imagine her own world. But she knew it well it wasn't meant to be.

"Are you ok Ginny?" a cheerful voice, with somewhat concern pierced her most private place in her mind. She quickly opened her eyes, and forced herself to stare back into the eyes of Dean.

"Yeah, just thoughts overwhelmed me." She said back, forcing herself to smile. Then she walked up toward Gryffindor common room. Maybe there she would get some peace.

But Dean stayed behind. His concerned eyes, carefully, watching Ginny. Just as she faded over the round staircase, he leaned his head over the window. The dark locks of his hair fell into his eyes. He saw what Ginny saw. And now it was his moment to think. To think, of everything that ever went on. How far, and mysterious Ginny always seemed. She was shut from him by a closed gate. So he looked back, at two figures by the lake. One was Harry, and the other one was Luna. The unlikely match has finally found a way to root together. If it was for the sake of love, then everything would work together.

He never could have her, for she always dreamed of someone he couldn't compete with. Harry had glory, and fame. And Dean was in his shadow. After a few minutes of thought Dean was gone also.

Harry was always a hero to her. She always admired him. And in that sort of way she fell in love with him. Cupid loved to mess with love affairs, never doing the right bidding. And she was one of the unlucky once, who got struck by an arrow without her guy love her in return. Ginny didn't want to face anybody right now. She just wanted to be left along, so she decided to go into the library. That place was always quite, not a many stayed there to study. She left the warms and liveliness of Gryffindor common room. Now she was walking through silent hallways of Hogwarts. She's been here for six years now, so she knew every corner of the castle. But yet it kept its own secrets from her. She pressed her fingers against cold wall, and let them slide as she walked forward. She could feel every crack, every roughness. The sensation was real. She concentrated everything inside her, just to feel everything that passed by her fingers.

She was almost by the library, when another voice pierced her mind.

"Hello Ginny," the voice was so familiar, but yet unwanted.

"Oh, hello John," then she giggled, remembering another meaning of john, in American.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing, are you sure you don't wanna go to the john?" She asked teasingly.

He gave her the glare, "I didn't knov you wer American," he said trying to fake American accent. It made Ginny giggle again. John was Ginny's boyfriend. She might never like him, like she liked Harry, but he was very close to her. They were classmates. John was in same house and same year as her.

"What's up?" She asked.

"You know we are going to Hogsmeade soon. Ginny nodded, listening. "Well want to come with me?" He asked Ginny looked at him. "You'll have fun. We can go to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop."

"You're so sweet!" Ginny exclaimed, as she hugged John. And in return he held on to her. They stood for a while there. Ginny felt warmness. John held on to Ginny. It's so nice to hold on to someone you really care about. To let them carry you, and in return to carry them. They both smiled at each other.

"Oh man, I need to do potion's homework. Snape gonna kill me, if it won't be anything else, but perfect!" Ginny hit herself on her forehead. John couldn't help himself, but laugh.

"I'm glad, I'm not taking Potions this year," said John. Proffesor Snape was very cruel toward Griffindor student, in means of house points.

"Well I decided to become an Auror," Ginny said, "And for that I need Potions."

To John came the memory of Ginny being possessed by Lord Voldemort. It must have felt horrible. He tried to imagine how pathetic Ginny felt, not knowing what she have done, having blank spaces in her memory. He couldn't quite imagine it, but he knew it was painful. So he let her be.

"All right, Ace that Potion homework," He wished luck to Ginny. They said good-byes to each other, and went their separate ways.

As she was going her potions homework, the trip to hogsmeade with John kept her going, kept her thinking, kept her alive. She finally has forgotten about Harry earlier that day. She had something to look forward this week.

At the neighboring table in the library, Dad smiled. When Ginny was happy, his spirit would lift up. But he just had a wish, that it would be he who would bring happiness to her.

Hope you've enjoyed this.

YAY my first romance fic!