Disclaimer: I don't own anything JKR created...so, uh, don't believe anything you might have heard! lol
A/N: This drabble was writing to the challenge, "it feels like the first time". It's just a short bit of fluff, but it's cute nonetheless. Just a short side note to dilapidated-queen-of-all, if your reading this, hun, the fic for the challenge you issued me has been given free run in my stories section. It was too long to be put in my drabble collection. It's called, Hemorrhoids or Gemstones? Go on, you know you want to go check it out! Alright, back to where I was... Oh yeah, have fun and read on!
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The First Time
Ginny Weasley sat at a table in the Gryffindor Common Room. She was working on a particularly boring essay for Professor Binns' class about the origins of the Ministry of Magic. Hermione sat across from her, diligently working on an essay of her own given out by Professor McGonagall.
"This is ridiculous," she complained, slamming her quill down on the wooden table.
"What is?" Hermione asked, not looking up from her parchment.
"This stupid essay, that's what. Why should I have to know about the origins of the Ministry? All I need to know is that the Minister keeps bungling things up, and it's run by a pack of idiots. What more can Professor Binns possibly think I need to know?" she replied, rolling her eyes at Hermione who had just looked up at her.
"Ginny," Hermione said in her scolding tone, the one she usually reserved for Ron or Harry. "All of our studies are important, no matter how stupid you think they are," she added, emphasizing the word stupid.
Ginny grunted disgustedly in response. Resting her forehead on her half-written essay, she decided she'd take a short break. This nonsense is even making my brain hurt, she thought to herself.
After about five minutes of "rest time", she had just decided to continue on her essay when she heard the door to the Common Room open. There was no mistaking the creaking of the hinges. Glancing at the students entering, she saw her brother walk in with him. The boy with the deep green eyes, the crooked lightning shaped scar on his forehead, and the always turbulent looking hair. The boy she'd formed a crush on as a child, and grown to love as a teenager. The Boy Who Lived…Harry Potter. Her eyes met his, and it sent shivers down her spine and butterflies alight in her stomach. No matter how many times she looked into those eyes, it always felt like the first time…