The days passed quickly for Ginny. Between her own classes, Quidditch practices, and helping out Professor Flitwick, she hardly had any time to spend with Harry. The thing that really bothered her, however, was the fact that Harry wasn't the least bit upset at not seeing her! That really hurt, as it made her feel like he didn't truly care about her.
One day, things got a little more confusing for Ginny after another strange encounter with a certain light haired teenage boy.
Ginny had just finished helping Professor Flitwick prepare a lesson for a class of third years. "Thank you Ms. Weasley! Have a nice weekend!" he squeaked to her before she waved and walked out the door of the Charms classroom.
Feeling slightly lonely, Ginny ran up to the Gryffindor commons room to see if anyone was there. Since it was a Hogsmead weekend, she doubted it. A quick peek revealed Harry, Ron, and Hermonie sitting on the plush couch in front of the fire. Laughing and chatting to each other, they didn't even notice when Ginny crept in through the hole behind the portrait of the Fat Lady. They must have gotten back early from Hogsmead, Ginny reasoned.
She stood with one foot on the stairs leading up to the girl's dorms, looking over her shoulder at the three friends uncertainly. Should she interrupt them and risk not being welcome? Or should she take the coward's way out and just go straight to her room? The happy look on her boyfriend's face made her decision for her.
He used to look that way when he was with her. Lately, however, interaction between them had become restricted to strained and awkward attempts at conversations. Snogging was completely forgotten. A slight blush came over her fair cheeks.
Yes, she wished for the days when Harry was completely in love with her, and couldn't wait to spend time with her. Looking back though, she wondered if those days were even real. At least, real in the way she saw them.
Was she just a distraction for Harry? A distraction from Voldemort, the war, and everything else? No, she told herself firmly. That simply wasn't true. It couldn't be true. But…what if it was?
Ginny slowly trudged over to her neat bed adorned with scarlet and gold stitched pillows, and scarlet curtains. Spreading a hand over the silky covers, she felt a slight burning sensation behind her chocolate brown eyes. No! I promised myself I would not cry over a boy again. Especially Harry. I have wasted too many tears on that scarhead!
A small gasp rushed forth from her mouth. She had called him scarhead! She smirked slightly. Oh, well what he doesn't know wont hurt him, she thought still slightly guilty. After all, it was just a name, right? And he certainly deserved it!
She searched around her bed for ideas of what to do with her free time. A book perhaps? No, she had already finished reading all her school books from cover to cover. Not feeling like going all the way down to the library for a book, she tried to think of something else. She had finished all her homework the day before, and Professor Flitwick told her to take the weekend off.
Suddenly, the pull of the sky was too strong to ignore. Flying would take her mind off her troubles. In the past, whenever she had a bad day, she would go and grab her broom. The feeling of soaring through the clouds, of letting all your troubles slip away, was so freeing. Yes, she thought firmly. I think I need some fly time.