Will she ever love me again?

Disclaimer: Everything you recognise is JK Rowling’s…

Summary: Harry thinking about his love for Ginny. Wondering if she’ll ever love him again like she did in Harry’s second year. One-Shot. AU.

Like any other day, I’m sitting by the fire in the Gryffindor common-room, thinking. Thinking about her, Ginny Weasley. Ok, so you might be wondering why my mind is constantly on her when the rumours are that I’m in love with Cho Chang, that Ravenclaw girl. I guess I did love her at first. I admit it, I did. I loved that girl who, in turn was besotted with Cedric Diggory. And will probably always be besotted with him even though he’s departed from this world.

I sound so pathetic…but I’m sick, sick with love. Love and longing for her. How did I not notice the real her in second-year? The year where she loved me? I could have started something then. Started a bond with her: namely love.

She walks in now, in a group of her giggling friends. Her bright, ginger hair shines in the warm, cosy atmosphere of the common room.

“Go, on! Go, on Gin. Do it now!” dared one of her friends, her black beady eyes persuasive.

“Do I have to?” Ginny asked, laughing.

“Yeah, it was YOUR idea after all. Look, he’s watching you now. Do it, Gin. Ask him out!”

Who? Who was watching Ginny? Who did Ginny want to ask out?

I looked around, quickly attempting to spot the guy who had Ginny’s heart. I saw Ron next to me, playing a game of Wizard’s Chess with Hermione (who as usual was losing badly). Harry! Why on Earth would Ginny ask out RON? Concentrate, Harry.

Um…what about Dean? Seamus? It’s got to be one of them. They’re staring at her.

So, not you. Not you Harry. It probably will never be you; you missed your chance.

“GIN! Do it now! Before he leaves or something.” Shouted another one of her friends, this one winking.

“Fine, but you guys have to go away.” she gasped out, between her laughs.

They smiled, winking at her again, before disappearing into the girl’s dormitory.

“Come on, Gin. You can do this. You can!” she muttered to herself, that cool, brave look on her face gone. Now on her face was one of utter horror.

And she turned to me.