A/N: Okay, here's the other end of the story. Sorry it's so short. I realized that I am incapable of writing even a moderately long story. Eh. Can't help it. Cheers!

Chapter 2: Yeah, You're Worth It: Ginny

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"Wait!"

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Shoot. So much for me and my big mouth. He just turned around, and now he's looking at me with those glowing emerald eyes. What am I supposed to say? Hi, I just had to tell you that I'm absobloodylutely in love with you, and I'm trying extremely hard to resist snogging the pants off of you. And quite literally, too. Hah. Imagine what he would say back. Well, I know what I would want him to say. Oh yes, Ginny, I love you too! Let's elope and get married in Bermuda! insert snogging here. Puh-leese. I can easily say that I've given up all hope on that happening. Hey, Ginny? Reality here. Harry Potter's still standing in front of you, waiting for you to say something.

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What's wrong with my tongue

These words keep slipping away

I stutter, I stumble

Like I've got nothing to say

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"Uh... hi."

Great. Just great. In my slur of brilliancy, I landed us back where we started. Except this time, I'm the babbling idiot. Just... don't tell him I said that.

"Hi."

Aww! He's so cute when he doesn't know what to say. Ack!

Would you look at me? Totally smitten. Whipped, even. What a shame.

"So... working on homework?" I asked politely.

"Erm- yeah. Trying to," he answered, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his robes. Is the floor really that fascinating?

I glanced over at the table by the fire where Harry was previously sitting. Ron appeared to be bent over his Potions homework, but being his sister, I knew better. He was totally zonked out. I'm talking totally, here. I mean, the only way he would wake up is if a tarantula crawled down his shirt. And Hermione? Uh... let's just say she wasn't making an effort to look inconspicuous. You gotta hand it to the girl, she's got guts. She's just sitting there and watching us.

At the roll of my eyes, Harry, in turn, looked over at the table. He snapped his head back in my direction, cleared his throat, and started kicking at the floor. Hm... peculiar. Wait- is he... blushing? What's going on here?

"Everything all right, Harry?" I swear, Hermione is corrupting that poor boy into something funny.

"Uh, yeah. I- about that... thing I was saying earlier..."

A thing? Is that what he calls it? Eh.

"I was just... trying to ask you for... something."

"Uh... huh?" I'm not following, here. "What kind of a... something?"

"Just... a favor of some sorts, that's all," he answered, sheepishly. Yeah right, like I can't see right through him.

"You know, Harry. If you need a... 'favor of some sorts', I'd be more than happy to help you out," I answered, trying to sound supporting without sounding like a total sap. I know Harry hates that kind of stuff, and I can safely say I hate it even more than him.

"Okay," he said timidly.

You know, his boringness is really starting to annoy me now. I mean, he isn't usually like this, or I would've gotten over the bloke ages ago. Ugh. Honestly-

"What's wrong with you!"

Uh... oops? I think I just felt time stop. Okay, now everyone's looking at me funny. What? It's not like you've never thought out loud before! It's just that I happened to say something quite incriminating out loud. But hey, what difference does that make? Now I'm just talking for the sake of talking. Nervous habit. I think I'll just let myself get sucked into a giant hole in the ground, leading into, hopefully, my dormitory.

Ah... not gonna happen, I guess. Thankfully for me, the usual buzzing of conversation filled the common room once again. I looked over at Harry, who wore this... sad, hurt, confused look on his face. Very appealing, I have to say. Stop. Sorry face on? Good.

"Harry, I didn't mean it like that."

"Nah... I guess I am acting a bit... off, today," he said. Does he really think I'm buying that? I mean, he still has that weird expression on his face. Aww. Poor baby! Ahem. Like I said. Whipped.

Okay, you know what? Although it really doesn't seem like it, now is the perfect time to tell Harry how I feel about him. I mean, not that whole snogging thing. Just that I like him a lot. Okay, maybe love. But, of course, I'm not gonna put it all out there. Oh no! He's starting to walk away! Again. Deep breath...

"Harry?"

He stopped and turned around for the second time today. Here goes.

"I really like y-" I freaked out. "Ellow."

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If I could say what I want to say

I'd say I wanna blow you away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezing you too tight

If I could say what I want to see

I want to see you go down

On one knee

Marry me today

Guess I'm wishing my life away

With these things I'll never say

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He looked at me funny. Who wouldn't. That was a pretty random statement, I have to admit. But I couldn't say it! At least not then. I guess it really wasn't the right time.

"Okay..." and then he starting walking off. Again.

It was funny, the next thing that happened. He turned around and...

"Wanna go over quidditch?" I said, at the same time he said:

"Fancy a walk around the lake?"

You can probably imagine which of the two we chose to do. Now it may not be marriage, but it's definitely the next best thing.

fin.

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A/N: So there it is. Bad ending, but what the heck. The song's a bit too serious for this kind of a fic, I've realized. Ah, whatever. I apologize if there were any grammatical errors in either chapters. I never read over the entire thing before saving. My bad. Review.