A/N: Not quite sure whether this is just one chapter or a series yet. Anyway, it's dedicated to dutchtulips because of her amazing stories. Sorry if you think it's rubbish, but PLEASE R&R!
Perhaps is was the fact that Harry Potter was the most famous teenage wizard in the whole world which drew her to him. Orperhaps it was just his good looks.
But whatever it was, she was attracted to him. And that was for certain.
15 year old Ginerva Weasley peered out of the window and held her breath, as she watched her long-term crush and older brother's best friend do loop-a-loops round the quidditch pitch.
She sighed at her stupidity at holding her breath whenever she saw him, especially when he wasn't even in the same building as she was, But she didn't take her gaze away from the small, skinny figure which skimmed the pitch. She couldn't.
She'd liked him for weeks. Months. Years. From a small crush to an infuation which she couldn't get rid of. She'd dated half the boys she knew, picking them off a list, wishing, hoping, that she'd find the 'One.'
But of course, the 'One' just happened to be the one who wouldn't look at her. Think about her. Even dream about her.
So now, she knew. Knew that no matter how much she tried, she wouldn't be able to forget the Boy Who Lived. She wouldn't ever stop loving him, yearning for something in return.
But it didn't matter. He'd never like her back.