Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters.
AN: Time for Ginny!
After her talk with Hermione, Ginny had been troubled. What if, say, Neville, tried to ask her out some way? Going to the Yule Ball was bad enough; Neville was a horrible dancer. Her toes were sore for a week after.
But maybe, just maybe, Harry would do something! Now that was wishful thinking. Harry didn't like her that way.
On the way to lunch, Harry caught up with Ginny. He was relieved to see that her heart was still pink. He wondered how uncomfortable they were.
"So…" he started.
Ginny didn't finish.
"Well- d'you like anyone?"
Ginny didn't answer.
"Dean?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. She had broken up with him already.
"Seamus?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"I'll take that as a 'no'… Let's see… Colin?" Harry was getting desperate. It was surprising how little he knew about Ginny. She only liked one peson right now...
Ginny glared. True, Colin Creevey was in her year, but that didn't mean that she liked him!
Then he threw out the truly awful.
"Neville."
Ginny almost broke her vow of silence, but remembered just in time. It would be horrible having all the girls asking her who she talked to and why she did it and was he cute and was he smart and was he clumsy? Lavender and Parvatii especially would do that to no end.
"Malfoy."
Another glare, but this was her Glare, learned especially from her mother. It was a useful tool, this Glare. She loved using it on Ron, seeing him squirm with guilt. It brightened up her day.
"I'll say no Slytherins," Harry muttered.
Then he got the right idea.
"How about me?" The Boy Who Lived asked brightly. Ginny couldn't tell if he was joking, but her face soon matched her hair.
"Hmm…" Harry teased her. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."
Ginny's face was a tomato.
"So… how long?"
No answer.
"Well, I'll get back to you, Ginny."
She sighed with relief and set out to find Hermione. She had news…
"What?" Hermione gasped.
"Yeah. I know." Ginny knew the "What?" Hermione uttered meant that she was surprised, not that she was hard of hearing. If Hermione was hard of hearing, she wouldn't have done so well in school.
"But you- you do, don't you?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Yeah," Ginny muttered. She blushed again.
"So… what's going to happen?"
"How am I supposed to know? I don't take Divination!" Ginny snapped. This "game" was making her irritable. She didn't want Harry to bother her like what he was doing before, and she didn't want Hermione to analyze it. She didn't want girls clamoring over her if her heart changed colors. She just wanted to sleep until the day was over.
But of course, it was a school day.
Joy and rapture.
Yes, short chapter, I know, but I don't really care.