Happy belated Birthday, Rice~ You're sexy and you know it :D
This was a slightly - I mean, very - exaggerated version of Ginny :P
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
You've got all the boys wrapped around your little finger - whether they are Ravenclaws like Michael Corner or Gryffindors like Dean Thomas - and you love it.
You love the feeling of being desired, the thrill of being surrounded by countless boys. All the attention's going to your head, and you know you're popular. You've got that unexplainable courage that only Ginerva Weasley has.
You're special, of course.
They all love you. They just go crazy whenever you're around; you can tell from the way they nervously run their hands through their hair, or when they laugh a little too hard.
But it's not really working because there's only one guy you want to grab the attention of, and he's just sitting there like a stupid blind man.
No matter how many guys you can get, no matter how popular you are, it doesn't matter.
Because it's just not the same without Harry Potter.
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