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A/N: Thanks to my only reviewer, Chantal J you're the best-). This one is about Ginny and her feelings for Harry. That's it really.
Moving On
I use to think that I would only ever like Harry. I remember the first time I saw him; he looked so lost and alone. It was then that my crush started. Besides, he was the famous boy who had defeated You-Know-Who, what girl wouldn't like him? Then when I started Hogwarts my crush got worse. I really liked him but he never looked at me.
Then I had to be stupid and get myself into a right mess. I felt so ashamed at the thought of Harry risking his life to save me. It should how silly and immature I had been and what boy would find that attractive?
In my second year I decided to keep my head down and concentrate on my schoolwork. I didn't want to cause mum and dad anymore worry and Harry was quite clearly not interested in me. But I still couldn't help liking him. It got me down sometimes that I couldn't get past this crush. I'd hope with all my heart that he would just pay me a little attention and not treat me like his best friend's little sister.
It was when he came to visit for the summer and go to the Quidditch World Cup that I realised I was finally getting over my crush. I didn't blush when he was around and I didn't go all shy. I think Hermione was a big help on that. We got to know each other a bit better when she arrived before Harry. I'd be lost without her as a friend now. But there was still something there though; a slight flutter whenever I saw him.
When the Yule Ball was announced and found out that people below the fourth year were allowed to be invited, then I thought he might invite me. I would be able to get the chance to show him that I could be more than the little girl he thought I was. Those hopes quickly faded. He had so many girls chasing after him.
Then Neville asked me. I wasn't completely ecstatic about going with him but he was a nice boy and it still meant I was able to go to the Yule Ball. I had given up on waiting for Harry to ask me and looked forward to going with Neville.
One day just before the Christmas holidays, Harry came into the common room looking defeated; Cho Chang had just turned him down. I felt sorry for him as he looked really down and fed up. I also felt really down as it was quite glaringly obvious how little Harry liked me. Then I felt even worse when Ron paired me up with Harry and I had to say no because I was going with Neville. My feelings were at an all time low when I admitted to them that I was going with Hermione's reject.
The Yule Ball came and went and I had a wonderful time. Everyone looked so nice and it was nice to be there. Slowly, I started to forget about my feelings for Harry. I started to see him as more of a friend. It stopped bothering me when I couldn't get his attention. I realised as the school year finished and that whole terrible thing happened with Harry, that I no longer had any trace of a crush on Harry. I had come to the realisation there were other boys out there who had taken notice of me and what Harry needed right now was a friend.
Getting over these feelings was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was no longer shy and timid. My confidence had started to build. I had finally moved on.