I'd Do Anything

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II. Breakfast Surprise

The first two weeks of the new school year flew by so fast Ginny didn't have the chance to sit back and ponder about the days gone by. For some insane reason all the professors decided to gang-up against the students and started piling them with tons of homework and projects to last them a lifetime.

"God, can't they give us any more school load that was necessary?" Ginny hissed, her eyes sporting some dark bags underneath from having to stay up way past curfew finishing up a Charms assignment.

"Bite your tongue, Ginny, we don't want you to be jinxing everything and adding some more to what we already have here," scolded Abigail Wilson, Ginny's closest friend and a fellow sixth year.

"Hey, I am not wishing for any more school load from our blasted teachers, Abby! I am merely expressing my damn feelings about being worked to an early grave because all our professors find it amusing to see their students break their backs carrying too much stuff back to their dormitories and pouring all their damn time answering their numerous assignments!" she complained heatedly.

"Could you announce that any louder, Ginny?" snapped Ron irately, "I don't think the teachers over at the staff table heard you whining about our school load."

Ginny made a face at her brother but chose not to give him a verbal reply. Ron had been snippy lately due to their heavy school load, and Ginny knew her brother all too well. He was too damn lazy to do his work on time and cramming at the very last minute to hand in an assignment on time became a regular past time for him--and for her too since she quite enjoyed the entertainment of Ron pulling his hairs out when he couldn't get the answer right and Hermione wouldn't let him copy off her answers. Even Harry wasn't helping Ron much in the copying and sharing of answers since he too was pretty busy catching up with his schoolwork as well.

Ginny ate her breakfast in complete silence after that. She didn't want to open her mouth anymore and have Ron shut her up because she couldn't stop complaining. Well sore-ree, brother dear, but unlike you, I have the guts to voice out what's really bothering me, she thought as she toyed with her cereal. She ignored Ron's mumbled whining (she could only guess what he was complaining about : Hermione not letting him copy off her Transfiguration answers) and poured her concentration on her food, but she couldn't concentrate well enough on what she was doing without her eyes drooping every two seconds from lack of sleep! Abigail had to elbow her twice to keep her face from falling into her bowl of cereals.

Ginny tried to stay awake for as long as possible, thinking of anything and everything to keep her mind active. She was just trying to remember some sorry detail of a poor silly witch who dared challenged some muggles a few years back about his (or was it a woman?) invincibility when hundreds of owls soared into the room.

"Mail is here!" Colin Creevey exclaimed gleefully as he caught a small package from him and a letter.

Ginny didn't pay much attention to the incoming mail since she rarely received any letters. Her mother often wrote to her, but Molly Weasley just wrote to her yesterday--she couldn't possibly have written another one to her in twenty-four hours' time! She continued to ignore the soaring owls overhead when something hit her on the head and bounced on to the table, missing her bowl of cereal by an inch.

"What the..." she frowned and looked at the envelope that toppled down beside her breakfast. She picked up the cream envelope and turned it over, her eyes widening when an elegant scrawl adorned the back of the envelope with her name, Ginny Weasley of Gryffindor House, written on it.

Who would be sending her a letter addressed as such? Her mother never sent her letters written ever so elegantly like the one on this envelope was. Curious, she opened the enveloped and fished out the piece of folded parchment tucked inside.

I heard you're doing okay
But I want you to know
I'm addicted to you
I can't pretend I don't care
When you don't think about me
Do you think I deserve this?

I'm trying to forget that
I'm addicted to you
But I want it and I need it
I'm addicted to you...

Since the day I met you
And after all we've been through
I'm addicted to you
I think you know that it's true
I'd run a thousand miles to get you
Do you think I deserve this?

How long will I be waiting?
Until the end of time
I don't know why I'm still waiting
I can't make you mine...

The letter started and ended with just those words, no salutations and no signature of the sender. It was just a letter expressing the person's feelings...for her? She held the piece of parchment (which the sender took his time burning the sides of it to make it attractive border) in her almost numb hands. She read and reread the letter over and over again, trying to decipher in her head who was the sender. The handwriting was indiscernible; everything was written in some elegant scrawl so she wouldn't be able to figure out who this person was.

She lifted her head and searched the crowded Great Hall for the person who could've sent her this letter, but everywhere else she looked each student was busy attending to his or her letter. Damn! He's got to be looking at me right now to make sure I received his damn letter! she thought irately as she scanned the room once more, her brown eyes moving up at the staff table. Somehow her attention was drawn towards the teachers' table and as she looked at each professor seated alongside each other either eating or talking, her eyes stopped and locked with a pair of soft, milk chocolate brown eyes that belonged to the new History of Magic professor.

Oliver Wood was watching her rather intently as she read her letter. Offering him a warm smile, she inclined her head in greeting then tore her gaze right away, but before she did she noticed a slight shade of pink crept up his neck before it exploded on his face. Could he be the one who sent her this letter?

Oliver? she questioned herself, Now why in the world would Oliver Wood be sending you a love letter, Ginny Weasley, huh? a voice at the back of her head demanded.

Why indeed? she wondered. Oliver was watching her as she read the letter and he did blush when she caught him staring at her. But Oliver? the same voice demanded, C'mon girl, get real! He's cute and all, but he's a professor and not to mention a good friend of your brothers and Harry's as well. He can't be fancying you.

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He watched her smile fondly at the new professor. He saw her read his letter and noticed her confused look. She was wondering who the sender was. She looked around the entire hall in search of her secret admirer, but he was smart enough not to be caught. He watched her from the corner of his eye, noting that she was scanning the room very carefully.

His gut tightened and he had this sudden urge to punch the lights out of the new History of Magic professor when he saw the exchange between him and Ginny.

Why couldn't she be like that to him? Why couldn't he be the recipient of one of her warm smiles?

You bloody well know why she couldn't look at you like that, you fool! a voice in his head scolded.

Yes. Of course he does know why she couldn't look at him the way she did when she looked at Oliver, and he couldn't blame her for that. He was the one to be blamed for that. He didn't bother making the effort of becoming a friend to her, a good friend, as soon as he realized his feelings for her. Now he had to be content sending her anonymous love letters and watch her be friendly with someone else.

You're a bloody idiot for letting her slip, that annoying voice scolded him.

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tbc