Ginny Weasley stared listlessly at the soup in front of her. This soup made her think of her life. There were a lot of small croutons that she had tipped in carelessly, which reminded her of all the pointless boys she had dated. Then, in the very middle, there was a massive chunky crouton that looked a bit like a deformed love heart. This, she decided, was Harry Potter. It was deformed because part of it had broken off and she had eaten it. That was her. They should be together, but...now she would be lost inside her own stomach, deep down, all mushed up along with her breakfast. Ugh, now she felt really sick...

'Ginny? Are you feeling ok?'

Ginny was snapped out of her reverie by none other than a certain boy with jet black hair and amazingly green eyes.

'Oh! Harry! I'm fine. So, how was practice?'

'Just the usual. Are you sure you're ok? Do you want Madam Pomfrey?'

'Yeah, I'm sure. It's fine, really.'

For a little while there was an awkward silence. Ginny looked down, hoping to hide the faint blush that was slowly creeping up her face. Her soup was completly dominated by that giant crouton, which she was rather tempted to eat.

'So, er, is that soup nice?'

'Yeah, it's tomato. Would you like some? The pot's over that side.' replied Ginny, motioning over to where Fred and George were sitting. Actually, a better word for their actions would be 'nearly choking', as they had decided to start an eating competition.

'W-What? I mean, what flavour was that again?'

'Tomato. It's great, as always. I know Hermione dosn't like it, but house-elfs are pretty brilliant cooks... Anyway, Harry, I'm just wondering, but...are you ok? You've been acting a little strangely lately...' Ginny stuttered, making her look like, of all things, a tomato in a uniform.

'Well...' replied Harry, a little tongue-tied because of her direct question. 'It's just been Sirius and...I just wanted to know him better. I just didn't get a chance to. It...reminded me of my parents. '

'Oh...I-I'm sorry. I should have known better... I didn't mean-

'No! It's ok. I'm absolutly ok. Fine, really. You don't have to worry about me...Well, I better be going then. Bye Ginny.'

'See you later.'

Ginny looked back into her virtually untouched soup.

'Of all the things, why ask him that? You stupid prat, Ginny! Of course he's upset about Sirius...Really, how can I call myself a member of the female gender if I go around saying things like that? I was so God! I was being like Ronald! How awful... If only I didn't like him that way...'

Ginny could think of only one option.

'I'll just have to date someone else. Then, maybe I won't, well, fancy him so much...I can be his friend. Only a friend, nothing more. I can be supportive and nice, not asking idiotic questions...It's only because I get so embarassed around him. And always around tomatoes...Very suspicious....'

Decicively, Ginny decided to eat her mega-crouton in an act of defiance against her being attracted in any way towards Harry, other than friendship. But despite this, Ginny still couldn't stop thinking:

'I do really love those tomatoes...and croutons.'