A/N: Set some time after what happened in the Chamber of Secrets...

Ginny strolled down the perimeter of the lake. She had finally escaped from the Hospital Wing with the help of her brothers, and she had finally given them the slip. The past days had been very tiring. Whenever she wanted to be alone, someone is always there to bug her. The only person that she wanted right beside her couldn't care less if she's suffering on the inside, as long as she's physically healthy. 'Right bloody moron, he is…'

Taking a sip from her smuggled butterbeer bottle, Ginny savored the warmness in her mouth, warming her up from the inside out. The wind picked up and blew her hair about. Her thoughts left her trivial musings and delved into deeper topics. Like why did Malfoy Sr. choose to give her the diary? Did have to be her specifically? Or was she just at the wrong place at the wrong time?

She sighed into her empty bottle, suddenly fighting the urge to smash it into her head for being so naïve. Of course, she wasn't naive now, not as innocent as she wanted to be. She's dirty. Foul. Tainted – damaged goods. No one will ever like her again, at least, not in the way that she would want to. Perhaps she could tough it out, live alone when she's old enough to. Perhaps she could get on with life, no annoying brothers, no doting mother, no concerned teacher, and definitely no 'I-don't-know-what-I-feel-about-you-right-now-so-I-should-keep-my-distance-so-that-your-brothers-won't-skin-me' bloody crushes to get in her way.

Perhaps she could do that…in time.

But Ginny didn't want to be alone. She didn't want to live life as a recluse. She was a Weasley for goodness' sake! Weasleys thrive in their tight knit families. She couldn't leave it all behind…at least, not yet.

Ginny heard some parchment crinkle when she repositioned herself. Diving deep into her pocket, she took out a letter. It was addressed to her future love. She had written this one night when she couldn't sleep. The nightmares were horrible on that night.

Her letter read:

Dear Boy,

I don't know who you are, or where you are from, or when we will meet, but I hope it will be soon. I feel that the time has come for me to become a woman and have a boyfriend. I need your comfort right now for I have just come out of a terrible ordeal. I want you to hold me close and whisper comforting words in my ear. I want you to kiss all of my tears away and to tell me that everything is gonna be okay.

When you meet me and I you, I hope that you'll love me for me and not hope for a more pretty or richer girl than me. I hope that you won't compare me to other girls that you meet, whether they are older than me or more developed. I want you here to be with me through thick and thin and be there for me when I'm ill or just needing a hug.

Remember that I have brown eyes – not hazel, not black – just brown. Please know that my favorite flowers are lilies, not roses but snowdrops are okay too.

I know that I will be too shy to initiate kisses to please make the first move. I promise I won't slap you or push you away, but it might take some time for me to respond. I hope you're okay with that. Don't worry; I'm sure your kisses are perfect, because I know that they are yours.

And when we are out on a date, it doesn't matter where we are, as long as I'm with you and having fun, I'll be happy. I don't mind paying for my share of the expenses but it would be incredibly romantic if you pay for them, not to mention that my family is kinda tight on the budget.

If I cry, please know that it isn't because of you, just hold me close and I'll heal quickly. And, if it is because of you, I'll heal just the same.

Please tell me if anything I do bothers you, or if something just doesn't sound right. I would like you to be always honest with me. If I have a bad day, I hope that you'll be there waiting for me, waiting to shower me with confidences and warm smiles.

I hope that you don't think I'm asking too much of you. I hope that you understand that I'm a little nervous and a tad bit scared. I wish I could know the exact how and when we meet but alas, life is like a game of chess but sadly, I'm not the one who is the expert on that particular game in my family – that's my older brother.

When you read this, please know that I will try my best to keep our relationship strong. I know that I will love you just the way you are, so please don't change. Thank you for reading this letter for that is all I'm asking of you.

I hope to meet you soon. I'm breaking right now and I need your comfort.

Yours always,


She was too self-conscious to sign her full name. Thinking that whoever might get hold of her letter might make fun of her if s/he ever knew that it was her who had written it. She'll never hear the end of it if Malfoy got a hold of it or worse, her brothers.

Taking a deep breath, Ginny rolled the letter and shoved it in the bottle. She nursed the bottle in her hands for a minute before throwing it out into the lake. Her thoughts were running a hundred miles an hour. It might just be some kind of superstition but she did not care. It made her feel better that someone out there can love her as she is – tainted goods or not.

Maybe she will not be a recluse in the near future.

A/N: Okay, I got this idea from an excerpt in a book I recently read. It's called 'Chicken Soup for the Teenage soul III'. Try it some time, it's a great book with a collection of stories.