Hermione glided over to wear Harry was sitting, sulking. "Harry," she said, glaring at him.
The young man looked at Hermione in shock. "What's wrong?" he asked, standing up.
Hermione just glared at him. "You're such a prat, you know that?" Harry looked at her in bewilderment. Before he could speak, however, Hermione continued on, "All this year, you've been drooling over Cho Chang, and that's it. You haven't even been able to see the beautiful young girl who passes you by every day, who thinks about you all, the time, who wishes you would even notice her…" Hermione's voice trailed off as she saw Harry's look of confusion. "Harry!" she exclaimed. "Just think about it! Harry," she said, "follow me."
Harry spluttered a few words as Hermione dragged him over to the windows. "What-how-why?" But Hermione cut him off.
"Do you see that figure in the distance, the one in the green and cream colored dress?"
Harry nodded dumbly. She was beautiful.
"Do you know who she is?"
Harry shook his head, yet again showing his naïveté. "Who?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Hermione sighed. "You really are a lot stupider than you look." Harry was so caught up in the figure's beauty, he didn't even notice Hermione's insult. The girl was breathtaking, and yet, so familiar. When the girl turned her head, he noticed her flaming red hair.
"My God," he said. "It's not-"
Hermione smiled, "She loves you, Harry. She always has and she always will. Now go!" she told him, shooing him out the door and back outside.
Harry walked outside in a daze, as he strolled along the path, he stopped. Could it really be? He wondered. Is it really her? I always thought… But Harry's thoughts were cut off as he stepped out onto the patio were the girl was standing. The stars shone down on the enclosure, surrounded by a row of roses and strewn with flowers. The light from the great Hall could barely be seen. A small stone bench was positioned near the walkway into the enclosure. Ginny was crying.