DISCLAIMER: I did NOT create MOST of these characters. They were created by the amazing JK Rowling. The only character created by myself is Ryan.

I apologize for any grammar/ spacing errors. For some reason, they just came up when I uploaded the documents. I fixed as many as I could but I might not have found them all.

Running to her class, she didn't notice the foot and leg hanging out from the tree's branches. The foot collided with her head, and she lost her footing. She flew forward a few feet, and before she knew it, her face was in the grass. She inhaled deeply. The wonderful smell of springtime, the smell of life, of beginnings, of immortality, filled her nostrils.
The sound of her friend's quiet voice, however, filled her ears.
"Luna, are you okay?"
Luna Lovegood, still facedown in the grass, brushed her dirty blonde hair away from her face and stood up. Nonplussed, she picked up her books and straightened her necklace of butterbeer caps. "Yeah, I'm fine"
Ginny Weasley observed her bright blue eyes for a moment, then looked up and laughed.
"Oh, Harry!"

Harry Potter heard someone calling his name. A girl. It was Ginny, he could tell. He thought he had hit someone.
He didn't respond. He didn't want to speak with her. Ginny was always pestering him, asking him stupid questions.
Of course, Ginny never realized she had done anything wrong.
And she never will, thought Harry. Too young, too innocent, too naïve, only wanted him to love her, as though loving someone is easy..she's had a bunch of boyfriends, she takes them and then just leaves them, she doesn't care..no wonder she had so much to tell Tom in that diary, they're similar... He shuddered, even though the spring breeze was quite pleasant and not at all chilling. No..he didn't want to think of that horrific night in the Chamber, but then he saw it...he, Harry..blood spilling down his robes, running for his life like a mouse fleeing a cat...Ginny, pale on the cold stone floor, her dead face alive with trepidation...the basilisk..its fangs containing the most deadly venon of all time..Tom..cruel, heartless, abhorrent Tom.
Harry winced and put a hand to his forehead when he thought of Tom. He was out there, and he, Harry, would have to face him.
But for now, he would have to face the horror that was Ginny's love for him.
He eased himself out of the tree.
"You hit me in the head," said Luna simply, looking at his eyebrows. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, I honestly don't mind, but you might come across someone who really will."
Harry raised his eyebrows. Luna now focused on his eyes and the hair on his forehead. The green blotts of ink on black paper.
When those eyes, blue as the seas of the Carribean, met his, Harry immediatly scanned the ground for any interesting insects, rocks..anything. He looked up, but did not look into her eyes; he was too afraid, and he didn't want her to know why.
"I'm very sorry, then," he said, in the same austere tone Luna had used.
Luna tried to meet his eyes again eight times. But whenever she tried to even get a flash of green, he'd look down. She'd do the same, wait for him to look up, and then try to meet them again. It was a game. A silly one, but nevertheless a game. She smiled at him when he looked up, and he did the same. He messed up his hair a bit and then looked back down as Luna stepped towards him.
Not wanting to get involved, Ginny ran, feeling slightly hurt that they would do something like that in front of her when they both knew how she felt about Harry.
Stupid gits, she mumbled, kicking the pebbles on the grass out of the way. I sound like Ron.
Ginny realized it was naïve to think it was going to be easy to get Harry to go for her.

All the fifth-year Gryffindors were drifting off in Proffessor Binns's class, the last class of the day. While most of them were thinking about nothing, nothing at all, Ginny Weasley's head was buzzing as she stared at the brick wall.She was thinking, once again, about Harry and Luna. She had been thinking about it for days. Why did he like her, anyway? Why didn't he like Ginny - sensitive, kind, innocent Ginny? Sure, Luna was intelligent, unique, interesting, somewhat pretty...
But aren't I pretty? thought Ginny.
Without thinking, she tapped Ryan.
Ryan Jornon was adored by just about every fifteen-year old Gryffindor girl. He had long, sandy-blonde hair and bright blue eyes, even brighter than Luna's. He was tall and liked to smile often at everyone, and always had something charming to say.
Ryan turned his blonde head slowly towards her.
"Hey, Ginny," he whispered, smiling. "You bored, too?"
"Well, no, I'm thinking about something definitely not boriing," she whispered hastily. "Ryan..do you think I'm pretty?"
His smile faded almost immediatly. He squinted and scratched his back. "Er...why do you ask?"
"Because I'm wondering if Harry Potter doesn't like me because I'm not pretty."
To her amazement, Ryan laughed quietly.
"What's so funny?" she snapped.
"Well, you're younger. Maybe he thinks you're weak, or you're not mature enough for him. Knowing him, he doesn't care about looks if he's hanging around that Granger girl."
"But Luna Lovegood is my age and he's crazy for her, I can tell."
"Anything ever happen with you two? Did you possibly make a bad impression when you first met?"
Yes, Ginny thought, suddenly feeling melancholy. When they first met five years ago, he was trying to find his way to Platform Nine-and-three-quarters. She had been so excited to see him! She remembered the exhilaration of seeing him..the rush of blood to her head she had experienced when Harry had approached them...the disappointment, the longing, when he boarded the train.
But then again, they hadn't really met then..no, they had met the next summer...that was even worse. Instead of being excited, she had been terrified. She remembered how afraid she was that day he arrived...how she never knew how she would be able to survive that summer...and then, at the end of her first year, she had nearly died...and he had had to save her...of course he thought she was weak.
"Are you okay?" Ryan said gently. "You don't look well."
She didn't feel well.
Ryan was suddenly white. In fact, so was everything else.
Then the vivid color came back..then it slipped away again.
Ginny, feeling nauseated, stood up and walked to Proffessor Binns's desk. At least, she tried. She couldn't get her feet to move...she felt weak.
Then she felt something behind her, something warm. It was Ryan. She then felt him shudder, and she did as well; Proffessor Binns had just gone staight through them, and both felt as though they had spent an hour and a half in the lake on the grounds during December.
Ginny felt stronger for a moment, but then lost all strength.
She passed out.

When Ginny opened her eyes twenty minutes later, she realized she had been brought up to the Gryffindor common room. Apparently, everyone was eating dinner.Except Harry. He had a meal in his arms: carrots, pork, and a glass of pumpkin juice. He placed it besides her.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
She nodded weakly.
"Do you want to eat?"
Ginny nodded again, feeling stupider by the minute. He was going to think she was very weak, if she couldn't talk or get her own food. Slowly she sat up and took the plate from Harry.
"Thank you," she said gratefully, despite herself. "What happened to me, Harry?"
"You passed out. Ryan took you to the hospital wing and you stayed there until classes ended, when Ron found out and took you up here."
"Oh."
Harry briefly went into his dormitory and came back with a small piece of parchment and a quill.
"Homework?" Ginny guessed.
"No," said Harry, "we amazingly had the night off".
"Then what're you writing?"
He smiled at her.
For a moment her heart lifted. Maybe a get-well card for her?
"A letter," he said.
"For whom?"
"You know."
Then her heart floated back down, like a deflated balloon. For Luna. But why would he be writing a letter to her?
After a few minutes of silence, Ginny decided that if she didn't ask this question, it would drive her mad; she might never find an answer.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you...do you...do you love me?"
Harry looked up from his parchment. Ginny waited. Oh..no..she thought, realizing what was going to happen.
Sure enough, there was a tearing sound of the ripping of Luna's letter, the soft clink of the ink bottle spilling sideways, and the rustle of robes that meant Harry had stood up.
"You don't get it," he said coldly. Ginny was surprised. She had expected something much worse. Another episode.
But sure enough, it came.
"YOU THINK IT'S EASY TO LOVE SOMEONE, LIKE THERE'S NOTHING TO IT. THERE'S MORE TO IT THAN YOU THINK, AND YOU'RE TOO IMMATURE TO SEE IT!"
Ginny wasn't going to lie there and let Harry yell at her. She gathered all her strength and stood up, but grabbed Harry for support.
He wanted to shake her off, but since she was Ron's sister, he couldn't. Instead he lifted her up to his face.
"If you're going to say anything," he whispered, "say it straight it to me." When she was this close, he felt himself calming slightly.
Her eyes seemed so much bigger. They were wide, but with anger, looking like dirt in a potted Venus Flytrap waiting to snap him right up.
"I am NOT immature," she snarled, "and I do NOT think it's easy. Tom..do you realize that I loved him before I knew who he was? Do you realize how long it took for that to happen? I know, Harry, I know. And I've loved you for years, you've just been too stupid to see it."
Harry laughed, similar to Ryan's laugh.
"I do love you, Ginny. But not in the way you want me to. I love you like you're my family."
"And Luna?"
"Not the same way."
"But why he?r"
"Because that's just the way it is."
He put her down. "You'll find someone. Maybe there already is someone out there. What about that Ryan kid?"
"No," she said flatly.
"Well, I have to get going. Feel better, Ginny."
When he was gone, Ginny sighed. She might as well give up. She wanted to now, if there was no hope.
If he doesn't like me, he's a jerk. I need to find someone who does, who cares about him?
She found herself wondering where Harry was. Maybe with Ron and Hermione.