A/N: I've created a little ficlet for the enjoyment of the few people who will actually read this, if any. Cheers!

Disclaimer: In no way does anything in this story belong to me. Uh... except for me, the author.

Chapter 1: You're Worth It: Harry

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I'm tugging at my hair

I'm pulling at my clothes

I'm trying to keep my cool

I know it shows

I'm staring at my feet

My cheeks are turning red

I'm searching for the words inside my head

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The effects of wolfbane... the effects... wolf...

I'm going insane. This time it's official. How is it that I paid more attention to Ginny Weasley at dinner, than I did my delicious custard?

"I love custard."

Ron looked up from his Potions essay, and gave me a weird look.

"What's that, mate?"

"Uh, nothing, Ron." Did I just say that out loud? He shrugged, and returned to his homework. It's amazing how much Hermione rubbed off on him. Meanwhile, I returned to my own- er, homework. I stared longingly at it's beautiful copper locks, chocolate brown eyes, and light, porcelain skin. I could get used to this kind of homework...

"Ahem!"

I quickly averted my eyes from Ginny, and looked sheepishly at Hermione, knowing she was aware of the subject of my stares. This didn't surprise me at all, considering the fact that my homework was discarded on the table, leaving me gaping with my mouth wide open at Ginny, who was, fortunately, deep into what looked like a romance novel, all the while looking as cute as a button. Entrancing, really.

I blushed, as I realized that, once again, I had drifted off into Ginnyland. Hermione did nothing but give a knowing glance and nodded her head in Ginny's direction, quite obviously signaling me to go over to her. I shook my head vigorously in response. Nowadays, I seemed to be incapable of stringing more than three words together in the correct order in front of Ginny. Bloody mad, that woman makes me.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my right leg. I scowled at Hermione.

"Okay, that was my shin!" I hissed. And you know what she did? Smiled in her infuriatingly calm 'Hermione' way, and gave me the same look as she did before.

At this, I looked over at Ron, who was completely oblivious to the exchange between me and Hermione. I had to roll my eyes at the bloke. I'm positive that if a tree fell on top of me, he wouldn't notice a thing until he realized that he was playing Exploding Snap against himself. Was it even possible for someone so thick to date someone so annoyingly not? Speaking of annoying...

"Ow!" I've just been slapped upside the head by Hermione. "Stop abusing me, woman!"

"Why are you still sitting here on your lazy arse?" she replied placidly.

"Because I-" Whack. "Alright! I'm going, I'm going!" I exclaimed. Geez, what a bugger.

I stood up, took a deep breath, and walked over to the velvet recliner Ginny was curled up in.

"Uh, hi." What. Was that?

She looked up. I love her eyes... they're so pretty, and big, and brown...

"... and it's so fascinating! Uh, Harry?"

Oops. She was talking, wasn't she? Now she probably thinks I'm not listening. Which I'm not, exactly, but I have a perfectly liable reason for my lack of attention.

"I'm boring you, aren't I?"

Snap! I did it again! Okay, concentrate, Harry.

"No! No, um, I was just- uh, coming... here. To, er, for your, uh-" I'm dying here. She probably things I'm a babbling idiot. I noticed the book in her hands. "Book!"

She raised her eyebrow.

"You really want to read this book?" She held up the book, and I got a glimpse of a dark haired man snogging the pants off of his redheaded mistress. Ah... the irony of it all.

"No! I mean, the name is... uh. Huh?" There goes my train of thought.

She giggled in this... melodious sort of way. Wait, melodious? This girl is getting to the manly part of my head. Oh, look. She's starting to talk. I should probably pay attention this time.

"Actually, the book's called 'Lucky In Love'," she answered, jokingly.

All I could manage was a nervous chuckle. What a numskull. Me. Not her. Definitely not her. Oh, man. Now I'm even nervous talking to myself. I think I feel my brain starting to rot. Okay, awkward science. Er- silence.

"Did I actually say science?" Damn. I'm really gonna have to stop doing that.

"Huh?" I guess that confused look runs in the family. Right now I need some ice to cool the burning in my cheeks. ugh. This is really embarrassing.

"Uh, I said nothing. Absolutely nothing." Argh! Okay, this is it. I'm about to do something Harry Potter would, previously, never do. "Uh, hey Gin?"

"Hmm?" she leaned back in her chair.

"Do you think- that, you know, uh, well- no. Um... would you possibly feel up to, uh, trying to... urg. I'm sorry, I'm soddy at this. The thing is that I feel that, er- you might, too, want... wait, no." Oh no, this is not working. And she's laughing at me! That's it. I give up. I obviously wasn't meant to do this. "Actually, Ginny. Erm. Never mind." I turned and starting walking away.

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It don't do me any good

I'ts just a waste of time

What use is it to you

What's on my mind

If it ain't coming out

We're not going anywhere

So why can't I just tell you that I care

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"Wait!"

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A/N: All right, I've already finished the follow up of this chapter (which is just as short as this one), but before I post it, I'm hoping for a few reviews at least, because, hey, what's the point if no one's gonna read it, eh? Now I'm off to read the 6th book. Review.