Unknown Angel

It had been two weeks since Ginny had surprised herself by staying up all night thinking of someone other than Harry Potter. Now, with days passing quicker than she could catch her breath, she had only one day left to talk to Blaise Zabini before Hogwarts broke up for Christmas. Maybe it would be better if I waited until after the holidays. You know, to give me more time to think about it. Then again, if he says no and he doesn't feel the same, I could have the whole of Christmas break to try and erase my memory of him, Ginny thought to herself. Either way, she was scared out of her mind. She was suddenly rudely awakened from her thoughts as Snape snapped at Colin Creevey for melting his cauldron.

The nauseating smell of melted pewter called the lesson to an early end, much to Snape's dismay. She distractedly gathered her things and pushed an annoying piece of frizzy red hair away from her face, silently cursing that Weasley ginger gene.

Ginny gloomily wandered the halls before going to dinner. She was stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a familiar drawl come from behind.

"Well, if it isn't the Weaselette," he said, twisting his face into the trademark Malfoy smirk. Stupid Ferret! She whipped herself around to face him and the colour drained from her face. He- HE was standing there, right behind the ferreting git, shuffling his books nervously.

The very moment she spotted him, her ears suddenly felt warm. Oh no... Oh please no! Not now! She screamed at herself. Why am I blushing? AHHH STOP! She quickly turned her head away from his view trying desperately to compose herself, only to see - Oh God! Haven't I suffered enough? - Harry Potter, with his friends Hermione Granger and her very own brother. She bit down on her lip to stop a smile from forming when she saw that her brother's face looked very much like a ripe tomato.

"Leave her alone Malfoy," Harry said in his best heroic voice. "Your problems are with me, not her!"

Before either could utter a curse she quickly walked away, very aware of the fact she was being closely followed by Hermione.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, as she searched Ginny's eyes intently.

"Yes! I'm just wonderful!" the red head snapped back sarcastically.

"I'm just trying to help," Hermione replied meekly. "I saw the way you looked at Blaise, and how he looked back at you. Are you sure there is nothing going on Gin?"

"No, why would there be?"

"You know, I'm not as stupid as your brother and Harry. I can pick up on certain things. And your denied feelings about Blaise only works on an audience," she answered in that matter-of-fact tone of hers. As quickly as she had answered, Hermione walked away towards the Great Hall, leaving Ginny speechless.

Sighing to herself, she headed to the common room, her appetite long forgotten. Muttering the password (fairy lights) she stepped into the empty room. Well, almost empty; Crookshanks was lying in the middle of the floor looking like a furry ginger rug with a tail. Plopping down into an overstuffed chair Ginny tried to remember everything that had happened in the last half hour. Hermione knows about my feelings for Blaise. The weird thing is... she is ok with it! Am I really that transparent? Does he know? If he does, does he feel the same way I do? She groaned in confusion.

"This is so bloody confusing!" cried out Ginny. She shut her eyes and gradually fell asleep thinking of his intense blue eyes filled with an emotion that she found herself unable to translate.

When she awoke the next day it was by some hooting fuzzy thing pecking at her hand. "Get away, Pig!" she said in a drowsy voice as she swatted at the annoying owl sleepily. Still the owl continued. Now fully awake and ready to yell at Ron's bloody bird, she suddenly realised it wasn't Pig.

"Hullo!" she said in a singsong voice, careful not to scare the owl. "Who are you?" asked Ginny. "Oh! Is that for me?" she added whilst taking the burden of parchment off the sleek black owl's leg. The owl ruffled his feathers importantly and flew away before she could offer it a treat. Ginny shrugged and slowly opened the parchment. An expression of confusion came across her face as she looked down, puzzled as to what the neatly written prose meant.

You'll never understand the ways she makes me feel;

When she holds my hand I hope that God had this planned.

She was his angel who lost her wings for this world

To come down here and save me, she's my baby.

But I feel so alone today

Because I miss my baby

A love I've been missing for so long

Her lovin' keeps me movin' on.

This isn't for me. It can't be, thought Ginny to herself. Turning the parchment over to see who it might be addressed to, she saw 'To Ginny' written in perfectly scripted green letters. Then again, maybe it is! She chuckled to herself.

"What's that?" asked Harry, startling Ginny. Wow he wakes up early. I hope he doesn't talk to Ron about the letter.

"What, this?" she asked, pointing to the letter. "It's n-nothing, it's not even m-mine," answered Ginny, stuttering.

Faking a yawn and waving goodbye to Harry she quickly got up and sprinted to her dormitory. Getting into her room as quietly as possible, she sat on her four-poster bed and pulled the curtains closed. "Lumos," whispered Ginny. Snuggling into bed, she looked at the note with the utmost curiosity before eventually falling into a dreamless sleep.

Her stomach woke her up two hours later; as she got out of bed and noticed everyone else was awake. Pulling on blue jeans and a t-shirt she quickly brushed her teeth and headed down for breakfast/lunch.

"Hi sleepyhead!" greeted a fellow Gryffindor enthusiastically. The red head muttered a brief response and quickly began piling food onto her plate. Just as she finished the last few bits of bacon, Ginny suddenly remembered that she still had not packed to go back home. Scolding herself slightly, she made her way back up to her dormitory, stopping occasionally to speak with friends about their Christmas plans. Whilst speaking to Mandi, a fellow Gryffindor fifth year, she was distracted by the shouting that was growing louder as three people came closer to her.

"GINNY!" Ron shouted with a thundering force that caused everyone else's conversations to stop. "GINNY! What in the world is this?" he questioned as he showed Ginny the letter that she had received yesterday. "Who is this from? I demand an answer now!"

"You ignorant prat! You think I know? And how did you get that?" she screamed back. Out of the corner of her eye, Ginny noticed Hermione stepping forward.

"Ginny, I only showed your brother for your protect-" Hermione began.

"You went through my stuff?" she screamed, grabbing the note. "Do I not have privacy anymore? I don't need your sodding protection! In case you haven't noticed I am 15 years old and I can take care of myself. Now Bugger off!" she added loudly, before running past the audience of people who had gathered to see what the noise was about.

As she sped along the corridors, tears of fury swelled in her eyes. She went to the only place where she knew she would not be disturbed. Arriving in the library, she sat down on the carpet in between two bookshelves far from the door; trying to catch her breath and calm herself down, she stared up at the ceiling. After composing herself, content that at least some of the colour had faded from her cheeks, she decided to stay in the library until her brother had cooled off. Reaching for a book, she suddenly heard the unmistakable footsteps of someone walking up to her.

"Listen Ron, I really don't want to have to deal with you right now!" she hissed, still reaching for the book. "Ron?"

Turning around allowed her to see that it was not Ron - it was none other than Blaise. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Ginny apologised quickly, drying her eyes. "I must look like a mess."

Blaise looked at her quizzically, his eyes locked with her own. "No, I'd say you look like an angel to me," he responded shyly, wiping a stray tear from her eye. "It says so in the letter, doesn't it?"

"What did you say? Wait... how did you know about the letter? Wait... No! You didn't write it... did you?" Her heart fluttered a little as she searched in his eyes for an answer.

"Well, I don't know- did you want it to be me who wrote the letter?" he asked, looking a bit flustered.

She nodded slowly and smiled gently. "Yes, I think I did want it to be from you..."

He returned her smile, taking her hand in his, and looked softly into her eyes. "I'm glad, my angel," he replied, kissing her softly on the lips.

Ginny smiled to herself, knowing that this moment would remain in her memory forever.

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