"I know it may be hard to love me, but can you at least try?"
Ginny Weasley sat alone in the Gryffindor common room drinking some hot tea that Dobby had brought her. It was mid-January and it was nice to lounge by a warm fire as snow fluttered outside the stained-glass windows.
Harry had gone to the library with Ron and Hermione. Ginny was fine with Harry being around them because they had all been friends since their first year. However, she knew Cho Chang would also be in the library, studying for one of her classes.
A flashback of Harry's fourth year, her third, flew by. Harry had wished to take Cho to the Yule Ball more than anything. He had been so occupied fantasizing about her that he had not even noticed how much Ginny longed to be his.
Tears of jealousy began to sting Ginny's eyes as she pondered what could be going on in that library. Hidden, secret kisses being stolen behind a deserted shelf, possibly. She knew she was overreacting. Cho was an old infatuation, nothing more. Harry was Ginny's now, but she couldn't help but be jealous.
-Love can be an addiction, but it's impossible to quit-