The next few monthes passed pretty quickly with nothing interesting happening. Surprisingly, as I could hardly remember anything that I had learned the year before, I was doing pretty good in all of my classes. Hermione helped me a little over the summer though, and I was catching up.
On the morning of the first Quidditch match of the season, I was abruptly woken by Dana shaking my furiously.
"Ginny, it's the Quiddich match today!" she practically shouted.
"Yeah Dana, I know," I said patiently. Quiddich really excites her, though she could never play herself. She was horrible on a broomstick.
I got up, dressed, and followed her to the Great Hall, cheering with the rest of my house when each member of the team walked in, blushing furiously when Harry walked by with Ron and Hermione.
It was the worst game I'd ever seen in my life. I was enjoying it, until everything suddenly went cold. I looked around, prepared to run for it, when I realized that the dementors had eyes for only Harry. I nearly fainted when he was on his way down. Watching that was way worse than the year before when that Lockhart jerk took out all of his bones.
As soon as he was carried safely to the Hospital Wing, I rushed up to my dorm and made him a get well card. My mind was made up, I would take this to him, hold an actual conversation, and not turn red. I need to get over this childish crush.
Thinking something and actually following through with it are two different things. I could not pluck up the courage to go down there, and it was so frustrating. After a while, I decided that the best day to do this was the day of the Hogsmeade trip. Ron and Hermione would be gone, so they wouldn't interrupt. Not that, with my luck, there would be anything to interrupt.
"H-h-hey Harry," I managed to spit out, turning a bright shade of red.
"Oh, hi Ginny," he replied.
Okay, this was it. Just give him the card Ginny. Then have a conversation. And DON'T turn red.
"Erm, here," I blurting out, handing him the card, then turned crimson.
"Oh, thanks," he said and opened it. It starting singing, like planned. Only this was more embarrasing that planned.
"Yeah, n-no problem," I said. Before he could say anything else, I ran for it.
Great. I totally ruined my chance.
On Christmas, Hermione came up to me, obviously on the verge tears. She pulled me into the library and sat down at a table, her safe place.
"I was just trying to help!" she exclaimed.
"What happened?" I asked, confused.
"Harry got a Fireball or something like that and it wasn't signed or anything," she said, glaring at me.
"Hmm," I frowned, "you mean a FireBOLT?"
"Whatever!" she screeched. "What if it's been tampered with? That could be dangerous!"
"Er, maybe," I said, highly doubting it. If I had gotten a Firebolt, I definitely would've kept it, Harry was so lucky.
"What do I do?!" she wailed, "They won't take it to anyone to get checked!"
"Oh, uh, well, it's Harry's choice, isn't it? I mean, it's his broom," I said.
"Do YOU want anything to happen to it?"
"No! Of course not! Er, maybe you should-"
"tell McGonagall at dinner? Good idea," she said. That was NOT what I had in mind.
"Er-"
"Thanks Ginny," she said, gave me a hug, and ran off.
I ended up spending a lot of time with Hermione that year, she spent most of the time fighting with Ron about Crookshanks and Scabbers. It was really stupid if you ask me. I didn't know WHY they couldn't realize they fancied eachother and get it over with, it's NOT that complicated!
I woke up the morning of the next Quiddich match, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw, very excited. I love that game! I desperately wanted to be on the team, but was too chicken to try out. Besides, I was only a second year, I was too young. Okay, Harry has been on the team since first year, but whatever. Plus, I wanted to be a chaser, and all of those positions were filled. There won't even be try-outs until my fourth year, when Oliver Wood leaves, and I'm not the best at keeping. I looked over to Dana, who was still sleeping. I went over to her and started violently shaking her bed.
"WHAT?!" she screamed and jumped out of bed.
"Good morning!" I said cheerily, knowing full well that Dana was NOT a morning person.
She gave me a glare of pure hatred and pulled her pillow over her head.
"Come on," I wailed, "It's Quiddich today!"
She immediately perked up at this, "I forgot."
"Well get up!" I exclaimed.
After we both had dressed, we went down to the Great Hall for breakfast, and found seats.
After a lengthy meal, I saw Ron and Hermione get up from the table.
"Let's sit with my brother and Hermione," I said, turning to Dana.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because Hermione's my friend," I replied, grabbed her arm, and followed them.
As soon as the Gryffindor team came out and Harry scanned the pitch, my heart sank. I knew that look on his face, and he was looking right at the Ravenclaw Seeker. I immediately felt hatred towards her, Harry was MINE. I don't care that he doesn't notice me, I get dibs! Especially since he's my brother's best friend. I leaned over to Ron.
"Who's the Ravenclaw seeker?"
Ron shrugged, but Hermione said, "Cho Chang, she's in the fourth year, why?"
"Er, no reason," I said and turned a light shade a pink.
Ron looked utterly confused, but Hermione looked over at Harry's face and gave me a sympathetic smile.
My jealousy went away as soon as the match started and I got involved with the game. Gryffindor won!
"AAAAAAH," I heard someone scream, and I instantly recognized the voice. Ron. And it wasn't a playful scream either, it was a something-is-really-wrong scream, which terrified me. It turned out that he woke up with Sirius Black standing over him with a knife, how horrible! Something could've easily happened to my closest brother.
Of course, Ron was milking the attention for all it was worth. The story he told me was totally different from the one that Harry told Hermione. Apparently, Ron had beat Sirius up and thrown him out the window. Yeah right.
"Ginny, you're staring at him again," said Hermione.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, what were you saying?" I had just been enjoying Harry's perfectly muscular body, his emerald-green eyes, the way his hair cutely sticks up in the back...
"Ron is such a prat!" she exclaimed for the millionth time this week.
"Yes Hermione, I know," I said patiently, looking back over at Harry. He glanced at me and I looked away, my neck turning red.
"You know, maybe he would notice you more if you actually talked. How's he supposed to get to know the real you if you can't say three words in front of him?" she asked.
"I can't help it," I said, frustrated.
"Well, he might take more notice if you act like yourself, not a love-sick seven-year-old," she said.
Ouch, harsh.
"You should go out with other people, then maybe he'll notice you," she patiently explained.
"Yeah, maybe," I sighed.
"Good. Anyways, you're brother is such a prat!"
"So I've heard," I said, smirking.
"It's not my fault Crookshanks wants to go after Scabbers, it's in his nature!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, I know,"
She looked over at him, made a disgusted noise, and continued with her homework.
A few days before the end of the term, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were looking exhausted.
"Why are you so tired?" I asked Hermione, after cornering her.
"Oh, er, no reason, I just didn't sleep good," she said rather nervously.
"Don't lie to me," I said.
"Look, I can't tell you Ginny, sorry," she said, and she looked sorry.
I sighed, "Fine, but I'll find out, don't worry."
She laughed, "Yeah, you probably will," she replied.
Author's Note: I am soooo sorry for the wait! I don't really have an excuse other than my laziness, so sorry :/ Anyways, I'm going to try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. Please review, they really do make me write faster.