Love Potion Number Nine
Chapter One: Confessions of a Teenage Witch
A/N: Good day to you, dear readers, and welcome to the first chapter of my first fanfic ever. I do hope you enjoy it and perhaps leave a review.
Edit: Updated on August 14 for minor revisions
Daphne (Draco's younger sister), 16
Ginny Weasely, now 16 years old, was sitting at a table in a remote corner of the Gryffindor common room, trying to finish an essay for Herbology class. It was the middle of winter and there was a blizzard going on right outside the window. The only heating provided was the merrily crackling fire, which was unfortunately located all the way across the room from where Ginny sat.
She shivered and rubbed her arms, which were covered by the trademark Weasely Christmas sweater, to try to generate some heat as she stared at the piece of parchment in front of her with only a few lines of writing. It seemed pointless to do this essay, anyway, since Herbology would almost certainly be cancelled.
With a sigh, Ginny gave up even trying, and closed her book and gathered her supplies. She was planning on heading up to her room to write in her diary, but the sight that greeted her eyes when she turned around froze her in her tracks.
No matter how many times she saw them together, Ginny just couldn't get over the fact that Harry and Hermione were actually dating, after all those years of friendship. But there was the proof, right before her eyes. The two seventh years were cuddling in an armchair, the fire casting shadows on their faces. But no shadow could hide the look of love in their eyes as they gazed at each other.
Feeling oddly like she had been socked in the stomach, Ginny quickly trotted up the stairs to the girl's dormitories. She flung her book bag on her bed and rifled through her trunk until she found her trusty pink leather diary and her favorite blue pen.
Ginny wasn't really supposed to have a diary, but she wrote in it whenever her brother, Ron, wasn't around. Her parents were a bit paranoid when it came to diaries, ever since Ginny ran into a spot of trouble with a diary as a first year. She had been using this diary for a few months and no harm had come to her so dar. Since Hermione had given this pink diary to Ginny and it was from a Muggle store, she figured she was safe.
Just saw Harry and Hermione cuddling in the common room. Too cute. I'm really happy for them, but I just can't help feeling a little sad.
I'm 16 years old and I've yet to get my first kiss!! All the other girls in my year seem to have passed home plate long ago, while I'm still stuck on the bench.
Did that make sense? I've always hated metaphors. Anyway... It's not fair. I think I'm rather good-looking. Not horribly ugly or anything, like Eloise Midgen. Sure, her acne cleared up, but there's still the problem of her off-center nose. Yeesh. But Eloise still has a date to the Sweetheart's Dance and I don't. Okay, so it's Goyle, but it's still a date.
In other news... my schoolwork is piling up around me, and the more I get, the less motivated I am to do it. It's only January, but teachers are already talking about final exams. That's not for another four months!! Are they completely bonkers?
Enough about school. On to the good stuff... I had a very good view of That-One-Hot-Guy-Whose-Name-Must-Never-Be-Spoken at breakfast this morning. He's a very neat eater, not like my slobbish brothers. He seems to know what a napkin is and what it's used for. Such a shame that he's always with Crabbe and Goyle, who are constantly stuffing their faces as if they haven't eaten in a year and a half. Quite a turn-off, really.
But I can overlook that, since he's so hot. Oh, my brother would kill me if he ever knew who I had a crush on! Sometimes I want to kill myself about it. His family is my family's enemy! He insults me and my family for fun! He's rich, I'm not, he's hot, I'm not, he's Slytherin, I'm Gryffindor! I could list a million reasons as to why I should not like him.
But there are so many reasons as to why I should like him... like his gorgeous eyes... his silky smooth hair... his perfectly conformed body... his amazing Quidditch skills...his sultry voice... his cute little smirk... his darling laugh...
Ack. Must go now, before I think too much about this.
Until next time,
Ginny closed her diary and put it away in her trunk, carefully hiding it underneath a few folded-up socks. She grabbed her ratty old teddy bear that she'd owned since she was a baby and flopped back on her canopied bed. Sighing, she tried to think of anything except him, but it was impossible.
Ginny fell asleep in her clothes, on top of the covers, with images of him dancing behind her closed eyelids.