Miracles Happen

Miracles Happen

Chapter two

I stood on the steps to the grand castle, feeling exhilarated. Hogwarts has always fascinated me. At least here, I could get away from Harry and Hermione when they were feeling mushy, whereas at the Burrow, where they were both staying over the summer, I always ended up walking in on them making out. Luckily I covered up very well. Maybe I could become a great actress in those Muggle movies Harry has talked about over the years.

"Come on Gin, the feast is about to start," Hermione said as she pulled me by the arm into the Great Hall.

Hermione looks so happy. She has every right to be happy, after all, Harry is her boyfriend. I feel so guilty wanting good friend's boyfriend. I can't help but feel that it's my fault, and if Hermione ever found out, then she would hate me. But every time I see those two together, I have to turn and run, because I'' afraid I will do something crazy. But I can't help how I feel. I tried to block out these feelings for so long, because even since my first year, I knew that Harry and Hermione would be together someday. I don't' know if I'm in love with him or if it's just severe like. I can't describe how I feel. There's no actual reason I feel about him the way I do. I can only imagine how it would feel to have his strong arms around me, to look in his emerald eyes...

But as I said, I'm an excellent actress.

The feast was superb as usual, mostly because I could sit across from Harry, and stare at him without being too conspicuous. And he and Hermione were too busy eating, and talking about the year to come, to be all loving like with each other.

The four of us sat in large cushy chairs around the fire in the common room. Ron and Harry were talking about starting Divination again tomorrow on the first day of classes. They had already started to think up horrible things that would happen to them this year. That's their main method of Divination homework-make it up.

I just sat staring into the fire and letting my mind wander. I would be starting advanced Potions tomorrow. No matter how much Professor Snape hates Gryffindors, even he had to admit I have a way with potions, so I skipped a grade. I would be joining Harry, Hermione and Ron, along with the other seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins, for this year.

I pried my eyes away from the fire to look over at Harry. But it was unfortunate I looked when I did, because Harry and Hermione were kissing on the couch. I felt my heart clench.

I must have let my emotions show a little, because a second later Ron asked, "Gin, are you ok? You don't' look so well."

I snapped to attention. I had been doing so well up until now. I can't let my emotions slip. It would be too risky.

"Yeah, I think I just ate too much at the feast. I have a bit of a stomach ache," I replied.

Ron just looked suspiciously at me. I looked away into the fire, so they couldn't see the tears falling from my eyes.

This is getting unbearable. I can't help but feel I'm doing something wrong. But I can't help the feeling of when Harry makes me laugh, or when he talks to me. I feel such electricity between us, but I don't know if he feels it too.

"Aren't you Ginny?"

Hearing my name, I snapped out of my thoughts. Hermione had asked something, but I hadn't been listening.

"I swear Gin. What's up with you lately? You're always daydreaming," said Ron.

"Oh, I'm just thinking about.... um...classes." I covered up pretty well.

"Yeah, I asked if you were looking forward to advanced Potions," Hermione said.

"Yeah, I love doing Potions. Well, if only we had a different teacher." I made a face at the thought of Professor Snape.

"I agree with the latter, but I've never liked potions at all." Harry put his arm around Hermione, and she laid her head on his shoulder. I could feel my heart writhing in agony.

"Hey, I'm going to bed. I don't feel so well," I said.

Hermione looked worried. "Are you going to be ok? Do you need anything?"

"No, but thanks. I'll be ok. I just need a good night's sleep." I gave her a grateful, but feeble smile.

I waved goodnight to them, and then walked up the stone staircase. I closed the door to my dormitory. Good, none of the other girls were in yet. I held the tears in while I changed into my nightgown. I shut the hangings around myself, closing me in a safe little world of mine. I flopped onto my pillow and cried myself to sleep.