Yep. I fell down on my face in front of the guy I've had a crush on since I was like ten. That was bad in so many different ways. But I had no clue what to do, so I just lay there with my face pressed against the, to be honest, kinda dirty floor. Then two strong hands lifted me up to my feet.
"Really gracious, Ginny!" It was HIM. And he was kinda laughing at me. But then again, who wouldn't? I had this really gross floordust on my face, for Merlins sake! But I didn't know that then. That pleasant surprise came later when I went to the bathroom.
So I just mumbled something about 'stupid stairs' and went into the living room. To sulk.
STREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECK
Just when I thought things couldn't be any worse, Hermione came into the living room to 'talk to me.' Which means lecture me. About what? I had no clue.
"Hey Ginny," she said, and she looked kinda peppy. Which was just creepy on Hermione.
"Oh, hi Hermione," I was still sulking, so I gave her the appropriate 'leave me alone and stop bugging me'-tone.
"So, how's your summer so far?"
I just looked at her.
"That bad huh?" she sighed, the peppiness slowly fading away.
"Kinda."
"You haven't been successful in forgetting Harry either, I s'pose?"
"Kinda. No."
"Right."
Then it was so quiet I could actually hear Rons kinda ragged breathing through his nose from his room on the second floor. And I didn't like it, so I thought I'd continue on with some conversation.
"No, it hasn't worked out that well. And now even Ron's started giving me advice. I've officially reached rock bottom."
Hermione turned her head to me, appearantly relieved I'd said something with more than one syllable.
"What kind of advice?"
I frowned.
"About me... I think. Finding me, or something."
Hermione nodded in acknowledgment.
"Ah yes," she smiled, "the Weasley Theories."
I dropped my chin in surprise and just glared at her.
"Oh, they're what brought us together! Fred and George had appearantly told him that when you're a Weasley you have some special traits –"
"Yeah, I thought it was some kind of disease!"
Hermione just looked at me. And then she continued. So I guessed it wasn't a disease then. Could've been.
"- some special traits that you have to find out on your own. And when you do that, you sort of see the glory of being a Weasley. When Ron had figured it out, it helped him gain more confidence, and so he asked me out." She was smiling widely now. She really was into my brother. Creepy.
It was quiet for a moment, then she looked at me, frowning deeply.
"You thought it was a disease that brought me and Ron together?"
I didn't answer.