I'm back! And possibly in love. I've never been in love before, except with Enjorlas and Erik Destler, so I've been kind of spacey all week. Sorry 'bout that.

I'm not cool enough to write such an awesome book series. So I'm not J.K. Rowling. Damn it.

"I have to say, this surprises me as much as anyone. I never thought that this person would be on my list. But, I was going over the people who influenced my life the most, and she somehow wriggled in there. So.

"Hey, Ginny! How are you?"

"What the hell?" Harry asked. Ginny was Luna's best friend!

"I know, right?" Ron said. "That was my original reaction. But keep listening."

"The story starts after Roger Davies beat me up. I was curled up on the ground, beat up. As I sat there, bruised and bloodied, I was reminded of my first year, when I had curled up on the floor and sobbed after Lockhart raped me.

"Tears fell out of my eyes when I realized that nothing had changed. Nothing was ever going to change. People like Cho were always going to win, I was always going to be treated like crap, and people like Collin and Lockhart were never going to get the justice they deserved. It sickened me. I had spent fifteen years being told by my mother and father to beware of monsters like Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but they had failed to warn me that most of the real monsters were residing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"But, of course, who would tell their kid that? Hogwarts is supposed to be the happiest place on earth. Or maybe that's Disneyland. Whatever."

Harry, despite his sorrow, chuckled.

"Anyway, I sat there, silently crying, when I heard footsteps. I cringed, preparing myself to find a teacher who would reprimand me for being out of bed-or, even worse, another seventh year who would give me another taste of my own blood.

"But the voice that asked, "Luna?" was kind and soft, and belonged to a fifth year. As jeans and sneakers came into view, I looked up and found myself staring into the eyes of my good friend, Ginny Weasley.

"Luna, what happened?" Ginny asked as she knelt down and put her arms around me.

"R-R-Roger Davies." I sobbed. "H-h-he beat m-me up on Ch-Cho's orders!"

"'That bastard!' Ginny said angrily, 'Do you want me to take you to the nurse?'

"'N-no.' I said, 'Just stay here a while, please.'

"'Alright.' Ginny said. And she did.

"Ginny, as it turned out, was great company. She hugged me while I sobbed, and talked to me. I almost forgot about my predicament. Almost.

"'I do have something on my mind.' I said.

"'What is it?' She asked.

"'I'm in love.' I blurted out.

"'What? With who?' The redhead inquired.

"'He's in Gryffindor." I said. I got up and told Ginny, 'Good night.'

"'But, what about-?!' Ginny asked.

"I didn't bother to answer her as I climbed up the stairs and made my way into my dorm. That night, I lay in bed, thinking of what I'd said.

"Was I in love?

"I had pulled that out of my head. But, now that I thought of it, the more I realized that it was true. I was in love with a Gryffindor boy. I just hadn't realized it until now.

"The next morning, Ginny kept asking me about it, but I acted like I'd just been sleep deprived. She bought it, and I kept my lovely secret to myself.

"Ah, the joy of being in love! You may travel the world and see all it's glory, but none of it will ever compare to being in love. The feeling of being weak at the knees, of thinking of someone all the time.

"I had one problem. He was in love with someone else. In particular, with Ginny Weasley.

"And that lead to the second big thing that happened to me that year, dating wise: Ginny started dating the boy I liked.

"Did she know that I liked him? Of course not! I was discreet. I loved Ginny like a sister, and I wanted her to be happy.

"I was careful. I did not sneak any longing glances in his direction. I did not write our initials in a heart in my notebook. No one would have guessed that I loved Har-him. It was nothing like one of those cheesy romance novels that muggle women are obsessed with. I tried to stomp out my crush, but it kept reflaming, like those muggle trickster candles.

"Ginny, darling, you don't belong on these tapes. In fact, I wanted to thank you for being there for me. For comforting me in my time of need the way Collin should have done for me when I was eleven. But, your comfort affected me in a big way, and I felt the need to put it on these tapes, because, although you are and always will be the best friend I've ever had, my unrequited love took part in ending my life.

"So thank you, Ginny. And good bye."

The tape stopped.

"So she didn't do anything wrong?" Harry asked.

"No, she didn't." Ron said. He put in the next tape-this one illustrated with a big pink heart.

Harry hesitated. "So she had a crush on Dean?"

Ron stared at Harry. "You're an idiot, mate, you know that?" He pressed play.

Did that not fit? I'm sorry, but I love Ginny and Luna's friendship, and I couldn't stand to make up some lie about Ginny. Just because I ship Harry and Luna doesn't mean I hate Ginny. I ship Ginny/Neville, and would I ship Neville with anyone that I hate?

Don't hate me, but in the original Thirteen Reasons Why, Hannah doesn't really blame

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