A Girl's Song

Disclaimer: This is another soliloquy in which Ginny bemoans her relationship with Harry…or lack thereof. It is written by Gimmea, because, well, I really want Harry and Ginny together. It is also an experience I have had all too often.

A GIRL’S SONG

“I look across the room and sigh

For there is someone greater than I

A luckier soul than my unfortunate heart

To have caught the eye of such a work of art

It sounds sappy to the uncultured ear

To look upon this and to hear

The feelings of sorrow and regret

That’s happened upon me while I let

My eyes stray towards my love’s path

And my heart become the subject of passions wrath

For though I am longing for his devotion

And remain the slave of a tide full of emotion

I hold out a hope, slim and unreal

But hope all the same, that he will one day feel

The force of love that I have harbored near

And know that I hold him so very dear

Maybe, also, he will return this love

For this day I pray to heaven above”

Ginny Weasley looked up from the sheet of parchment she’d been writing on and sighed. The words that were written on the parchment came from deep within her heart, but they never seemed to quite reach her mouth. Not that she’d ever be able to actually speak them to the object of her affections, but still, it was disheartening.

The redhead sighed again. How long was she going to pine after Harry Potter? In spite of herself, Ginny grinned. If it was up to her, she’d probably pine after him…well, forever. She glanced back down at the smudged parchment and traced the lightly scrolling script absentmindedly.

Recently, she had taken to switching her radio at home to the faint, crackling Muggle stations that they just barely received. Though not the brightest bulbs in the box, Muggles did crank out heart-felt songs. After an endless holiday of alternating between listening to songs speaking of unrequited love and then glancing out her window to see Harry racing around on a broom stick with Ron, her brother and Harry’s best friend, Ginny had been ready to put her feelings down in a song. And so there her feelings were. It unfortunately wasn’t helping much to see her troubles in print.

Ginny sighed a third time, this time much more audibly. Professor Flitwick harrumphed from the front of the quiet room in which the rest of her fifth- year friends were taking their beginning of the year quizzes. Ginny glanced up quickly and scrambled to cover her song up with her arms. Professor Flitwick was heading towards her with alarming speed, and arrived at her seat just as she managed to stuff the parchment in her Potions book.

“Ms. Weasely,” he squeaked, waving his wand impatiently, “I must ask that you keep your voice down, as the rest of your classmates are not as apt as you. I trust you have finished your exam?” Ginny smiled, though embarrassed. She was top of her class, and she knew it. With a huff and a proud smile that betrayed his annoyed expression, Professor Flitwick waddled to the front of the room.

“Okay, class. Time is up, so pass the parchment and quills up, please.” The air was immediately filled with floating quills dripping with drying ink and parchments whizzing swiftly onto the desk at the front of the class. Ginny let out a breath and gathered up her materials as quickly as she could. With a flick of her wand, her chair was pushed in and her books were arranged neatly in her pack. With a relieved smile, she headed out of the room and started treading the familiar path to Potions down one of Hogwart’s many drafty, spacious corridors.

“Ginny! Wait up!” Ginny turned to see Hermione Granger, her brother’s other best friend. She secretly suspected Hermione and Ron fancied each other, but they were both too stubborn to admit it. She had to admit, they would be quite a lethal pair. Lethal to each other, that is. Ginny stifled a laugh as she saw Ron tag along after Hermione, his hair as bright and vivid as her own. The pair was arguing again, loudly and angrily.

“Hello, Hermione. Hey, Ron. What are you lot so cross about?” Ginny asked, smiling kindly.

Hermione grimaced and fell in step with Ginny, ignoring Ron, who gave an indignant cry.

“Oi! Wait up, you two.” He struggled to keep up with the girls. Ginny rolled her eyes and turned to Hermione.

Hermione gave a huff and turned up her nose. “Ron,” she sniffed, slitting her eyes, “seems to think that Harry should ask Cho out.” Ginny gulped and paled, feeling a rush of heat across the bridge of her nose. She struggled to remain calm and discreetly palmed the song in her knapsack.

“Well,” Ginny started, pasting a smile on her face, “what’s wrong if that’s really what is good for Harry?” Hermione’s cross face melted, her brown eyes shining with understanding. She lay a gentle hand on Ginny’s shoulder, stopping her. Ron bit his lip anxiously as he stood at the side.

“Ginny…we all know how you feel about Harry. Really, we do. And we think it would be excellent for him to be with you. The problem is…well…” she trailed off, not wanting to hurt Ginny.

“The problem is that Harry doesn’t. He can’t even look at me. I’m invisible to the boy! And why shouldn’t I be,” Ginny hissed, steeping closer to Hermione. “I don’t play Quidditch, I’m not a beautiful fifth year, and above all, I’m Ron’s little sister. I don’t have any claim to Harry, so I guess all I want is for him to be happy. If he’s happy with Cho-“ here Ginny swallowed-“then so be it.”

Ginny could feel the heat rush to her cheeks, and she struggled to compose herself. She took a few breaths of air, as this was the most forthright she’d ever been about her feeling about the famous Harry Potter. Hermione looked like she was going to cry at her outburst, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. Though it was the longest and most blunt speech his little sister had ever made, it was good to hear her feelings out in the open. He swung an arm around her.

“Well, see Hermione? No harm done. I told you Ginny would understand.” Ginny backed away, her eyes suspicious. Hermione smirked placed a hand on Ginny’s shoulder protectively.

“What, exactly, would I understand?” Ginny asked, snatching Hermione’s hand off her person.

Hermione raised an eyebrow as Ron gulped. He kicked his heel and looked down at his foot. Ginny strained to hear as he muttered something indescribable. “Excuse me, sorry. I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” she asked, pulling on his arm. Ron sighed.

“I said, I told Harry to ask Cho out today. You know, to gho to Hogsmeade or something together.” Ginny paled and let go of his sleeve.

“Oh,” she said, rearranging her schoolwork absentmindedly. “And what did she say to Harry?”

Ron sighed again, clearly hating himself. Hermione patted Ginny’s shoulder. “Gin, well, she said…”

To be Continued in Chapter Two