Ginny's Thoughts

It was time for Hermione to go meet her date. Ginny looked at her, smiling. "Good luck, I hope you have fun," she said.

Hermione looked at her inquisitively, for the first time in her life, actually confused. "Why would I need luck? I'm just going to a dance."

Ginny chuckled, "Because when Ron sees you, he's going to go berserk."

"You really think so?" Hermione asked excitedly, blushing.

"I know so girl, it is soooooooooo obvious he has a MAJOR crush on you. You're both denying it, you too are perfect for each other." Ginny laughed out loud.

Hermione blushed again. Then, she put on a stern face. "Well, my dear, I am afraid you are sadly mistaken. If you believe I am going to date that idiot, freckle-faced, ugly specimen, you are sadly mistaken," she said haughtily. After saying this, Hermione walked out of the room in a very dignified manner. Ginny was laughing hysterically.

Once Ginny had calmed down, she walked down to the common room. She was the only one left. All the others had gone down to the great hall to meet their dates. Well, she thought. It's just me, all alone again. Ginny stared into the empty fireplace, thinking. Hermione is such a dear, I hope she has fun tonight. Ginny sighed. If only I could be having just as much fun. Her eyes hardened. If he doesn't want me, I don't want him. Why should I? He thinks so highly of himself and he's not even that handsome. I don't know why all those idiotic girls wanted to go out with him in the first place. I'll have plenty of fun without a date. I'll dance with all of the boys, make him jealous. If there is some sort of dancing or singing contest, I'll blow him off his feet. Then, when he comes crawling back, begging me to go out with him, I'll stare straight into his face and say "NO!" Why should I, who has loved him all these years, be kind to him when he has never so much as glanced at me-the jerk. He doesn't deserve me. Then, Ginny's heart softened some, and she started to cry. Who am I kidding, I love him. I love him more than anyone could imagine. If he can't love me back, I'll love him from afar. I'll go to the dance, and I'll have fun. But everyone I dance with, everyone who talks to me, I'll pretend they are him. That is how my night will be-one night of absolute fantasy.

Ginny stood up, walking towards the door, smoothing her skirts out at the same time. I'll give him a night to remember.