Chapter Three

"So Ginny," Said a brown headed forth year, named Amy. "Have you given Harry the note yet?" Amy plopped down on the big, soft couch next to Ginny as the warm fire crackled in the background of the common room.

Ginny Weasley, also a forth year student was sitting on the warm couch reviewing her notes from Potions class. "No." She said as she stacked her wrinkled notes together and stuffed them in her torn up, hand-me-down bag.

"You need to give it to him." Amy said as she flipped her bouncy curls over her left shoulder. "It's been like forever since you first written it."

"It's only been about two years." Ginny said as she sat back in the comfortable couch.

"Only?" Amy snorted. "Let me read it." Amy's white hand flew out waiting for Ginny to drop the pieces of parchment in her palm.

Ginny slowly pulled out the note from her pocket and placed it in the palm of Amy's hand.

"It's really bad. I don't know if I should give it to him. It might scare him away. He might not want to talk to me anymore." Ginny rambled on and on.

"Just chill Ginny and let me read it." Amy opened the torn up pieces of parchment and started reading out loud.

"Just another girl—." Amy started.

"Not out loud." Ginny whispered as she tried to grab the note out of Amy's pale hands. But Amy was too quick for her.

"Chill out Ginny." Amy laughed as she held the letter up high out if Ginny's out stretched arm. "Ok. I wont read it out loud." Amy flattened the wrinkled parchment and laid it on the large smooth table. It read:

Just Another Girl

Do you like me more then a friend?

Or is it all in my head?

When you glance at me, but quickly turn away,

Acting like you weren't even looking at me.

Or am I just another girl you look at?

Do you like me more then a friend?

Or is it all in my head?

When we are walking together,

And you decide to give me a little nudge with your elbow,

For no reason at all.

Or am I just another girl you walk with?

Do you like me more then a friend?

Or is it all in my head?

When you hug me and hold me close to your body,

Acting like you never want to let me go.

Or am I just another girl you hug?

Do you like me more then a friend?

Or is it all in my head?

When you glance at me in the middle of class,

And stick your tongue out at me like a child wanting to play.

Or am I just another girl you sit next to?

Do you like me more then a friend?

Or is it all in my head?

When you do those little things to make me mad,

And get a kick out if it, but you quickly make it up to me.

Or am I just another girl you tease?

Do you like me more then a friend?

Or is it all in my head?

When you call me late at night because you have a problem,

And you say talking to me makes you feel better.

Or am I just another girl you talk to?

So, am I just another girl?

Or am I more?

Love, Ginny

"Wow!" Amy gasped as she skimmed her eyes over the poem again. "This isn't a letter." Amy's aqua blue eyes met Ginny's. "This is a poem. A love poem."

"I told you it sucks." Ginny said jumping to conclusions.

"No, I think you should defiantly give this to Harry." Amy carefully folded the poem back up and handed it to Ginny with care like it was an expensive piece of jewelry.

"But—."

"No, you take it up to him right now." Amy grabbed Ginny's skinny arm and pulled her towards the windy stairs, which led to the boy's dormitory. "Just do it."

Amy pushed Ginny up the first couple of steps and blocked her so she couldn't come back down.

"Go!" Amy urged.

Ginny's little brown eyes went wide and her face went from pale to red.

"O…k…" Ginny hesitated. She slowly turned around and looked at the wooden stairs like they were going to eat her right on the spot. Amy gave her another push.

"Go!" she said.

Ginny took the first step, then another, and another, and she soon found out that she started to feel better. She got to the top of the stairs and slowly opened the large door to the hall of many rooms. It was a Saturday and nobody would be in their dorms. She would just have to leave it on his bed or something.

She slowly started to walk down the dark hall until she passed a dorm with its door wide open and the lights were off but there was a little warm flickering light coming out of the room. But someone was in there because she heard people whispering. She started to quietly walk by acting like she didn't hear anything but she heard a familiar voice. She stopped dead in her tracks and leaned up against the wall so they wont know she was there. Then she slowly peeked in to see who it was, and to her surprise, it was Hermione and George! They were sitting on George's bed with candles lit everywhere around them and a bunch of large dusty books and papers were all over the place. They must be studying.

"I still don't get it." George said, as he looked at Hermione big, beautiful brown eyes, and obviously not paying attention to anything she is saying.

"It is so easy George." She said with a giggle. "If you just pay attention to the assignment and not me for a minute."

"You know you like it when I pay attention to you." George said with a smile.

"I do but not when we are doing work." She said firmly.

George grabbed Hermione's little hand with his and gently pulled the quill out of her other hand and put it down on the large pile of books next to the bed. He then pulled her warm body close to his and planted his smooth pink lips to hers. Her little body relaxed as she enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on hers.

Ginny stood there still watching them with wide eyes, as they pulled away and stared at each other for what seemed like a long time.

"George!" Hermione said as she put her cold pale hands to her mouth.

"Did you enjoy that?" He said with a smile.

"Yes, I did." She said with a smile as she looked into George's big hazel eyes. "I really did."

"Good, me too." George grabbed Hermione's hand and stood up. "It is about time for dinner. Do you want to go together or separate?"

"Separate, because I don't want anyone seeing us together." She said as she started to pick up all the scattered papers and books and placed them in a neat pile next to George's messy four-poster bed. "People might start making fun of you and I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I don't care what people say about me." He said as he helped Hermione pick up the mess. "I already told you that."

"Are you sure?" Hermione stood up on her skinny legs and looked him straight in the eyes.

George took her ice-cold hands and pulled her close to his warm body. "I am positive."

"Good." She said as she pulled away and walked towards the door. "But I still want to go to dinner alone so I am not seen with you just to be sure that nobody will make fun of you."

"You are so stubborn." George laughed.

"I know." Hermione said with a big smile on her face.

Ginny quickly, but quietly, jumped next to Harry's room and peeked in, to make sure nobody was in there. She sighed with relief at the sight of no living thing in the room and she slipped her little body in and peeked her head around the door, watching Hermione run down the hall and down the stairs. Then George came running out and into another room. Ginny waited about a minute and then she saw George come back out of the room with Fred.

"Where have you been?" said Fred with a serious look on his face.

"I was studying." He said as they walked down the hall and down the stairs, out of sight.

Ginny face was pale and her eyes wide. She couldn't believe that her brother was going out with Hermione. And they didn't want anybody to know about it. She turned around and slowly walked to Harry's neatly made bed and placed the nicely folded piece of parchment in the crack of his large trunk. She walked away and ran out the door before anyone walked in on her.

Ginny got to the Great Hall and sat down. Harry and Ron were not there yet so Ginny sat down in their usual spot at the front of the table. Moments later, Harry and Ron came charging in and sat down next to her.

"Have you seen Hermione?" Asked Ron.

Ginny looked at him with wide eyes and smiled. "No." She said, but at that moment, Hermione ran in and squeezed between Ron and Harry. Then moments after that, Fred and George came running in and they plopped down across from them.

Hot, delicious food suddenly appeared on the table in front of them and Ginny filled her shiny, gold plate with as much food as possible. She knew exactly where Hermione was but she didn't want anyone to know she knew. She would just keep it secret.

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