Author's Note:
This chapter takes place during Ginny's fifth year, Harry's sixth. It's after her and Dean break up.
I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters.
Chapter 2
…you never, ever, tell your best friend who you fancy
Anybody who knows me well, or at all, knows that I used to have a major crush on Harry Potter, and that I am half dead in the mornings. Unfortunately, that statement has changed, and now reads anybody who knows me well, knows that I am hiding something, and that I am half dead in the mornings. This something that I happen to be hiding is the fact that I now fancy Harry again. Back to square one.
On this particular morning, I am standing by the stairs in my usual half dead state, waiting for Luna, so that we can walk to breakfast together. These two girls in my year that I kind of know walk into view at the end of the hallway and smile at me, but I am severely distracted by a distinctive black-haired head a few paces behind them. As they get closer, Harry and I make brief eye contact, before I look down. I know, I'm quite pathetic, no need to rub it in. And then, he ambles over to the side of the corridor and kneels down to rummage through his bag. I have a near panic attack, and do the best thing my dead brain can think of to do.
I turn to the two girls, and start babbling to the one about our muggle studies exam we had the other day, all the while glancing at Harry out of the corner of my eye. The other girl, who is in my charms class, starts to look slightly alarmed. Using my peripheral vision, I see Harry stand up, frown at me slightly, and continue down the hallway. Meanwhile, the girl in my charms class tugs on the other girl's elbow, and they leave too, leaving me to wallow in my despair.
"Very nice," a dreamy voice pipes up behind me, and I turn around to see Luna standing there, staring slightly to my left. "How peculiar."
"Luna, you won't tell anyone will you? That I fancy him again?" I ask her urgently.
"Of course not. I just think it's very interesting," she says slowly.
Ron, who was making his usual stampede to the great hall, slows down.
"What? What's interesting?" he asks us, looking from my face, showing panic, to hers, showing an utterly blissful, calm, serene, expression.
"Nothing much, Ron, just that Ginny-"
"There you are, Won-Won!" Lavender interrupts her. Usually, I despise the sound of that sugar-sweet, hyper voice in the mornings, but today, I am immensely grateful for Lav-Lav. She takes Ron by his hand, and leads him down the marble staircase, while I turn to glare at my supposedly best friend.
"What?" she asks innocently. I grunt in response, and follow her down the stairs for breakfast, although I'm not sure if I'm capable of food at the moment.
Lesson of the day: In my house (or school), you never, ever, tell your best friend who you fancy.