I'd Do Anything

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III. A Secret Admirer?

Ginny was still reeling from shock at having received an anonymous love letter over breakfast a couple of days before to actually pay attention to everything else she does. She went to all her classes as usual, but her mind kept on wandering off to whoever her secret admirer could be.

By Friday afternoon Abigail was already fed-up listening to her friend wonder about who the letter sender was. Ginny couldn't stop talking about the damn letter and, after reading it herself, Abigail found it a bit too cute and romantic, but for the love of Merlin Ginny better give it a rest! She hasn't received any more letters after that one so maybe someone just wanted to play a little guessing game with her.

"Look, Ginny, you obviously got a secret admirer who hasn't made any further contact with you after he sent you that love letter. If you think it was Oliver--which is preposterous, I tell ya--then why don't you go up to him and ask him if he sent you the letter?" Abigail suggested before they turned the corner towards Gryffindor house.

Ginny stopped dead on her tracks and stared wide-eyed at the back of her friend's head.

"What? Abby, do you have any idea what you just said?"

Abigail stopped walking and turned to frown at her friend, "Of course I do, Gin. I just told you to go up to Professor Wood and confront him if he was the man behind that love letter you received."

"I can't do that!" she exclaimed, shaking her head in denial.

"And why not?" Abigail demanded, crossing her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow.

"Because...just because," Ginny crossed her arms over her chest as well.

"Just because..." Abigail urged her friend to continue on, but Ginny looked like she was at a loss for words.

"Just 'cause," Ginny shrugged, "Don't ask me why. I won't ask Oliver if he was the one who sent me that letter because he might not even be the one who sent it."

"And yet you suspect it was him," it wasn't a question; it was more of an accusation.

"Well I have my suspicions," Ginny defended, "But that's not enough reason for me to confront him about it!" she argued.

Abigail's eyebrow rose an inch, "Well if that's what you think then stop thinking about it! Has he made any more contact with you since his last letter?"

Ginny shook her head.

"There you go!" Abigail exclaimed, "Maybe whomever gave you that letter made it as a joke. Don't think too much about it."

Ginny thought about it for a while. Abigail could be right. Maybe somebody had some twisted idea in their head and decided to pick on her.

"That's a very sick joke if you ask me," Ginny murmured to herself.

Abigail shook her head and rolled her eyes skyward.

"Look, I'm going back to our dorm. Are you coming or not?"

"I'll...I'll be right there. Go on ahead," Ginny answered.

Abigail looked at her friend suspiciously, "You are not going to see Professor Wood and ask him about the letter, are you?"

"Of course not!" Ginny denied. She hadn't even thought about going through with Abigail's wacky suggestion! She was far too chicken to do that.

"Alright. If you say so," Abigail shrugged then turned her back to her friend.

Ginny was glad to be left alone to think. Abigail was a fun company, but her friend was far too upfront and bold compared to her. She only shared her suspicions with Abigail because she knew her friend would be the only one who would understand her. Abigail had these unrequited feelings for...well, for someone they know (Abigail didn't give her any names, but she told Ginny it was someone she knew very well). If anybody would be an expert when it came to this secret admirer thing, it would have to be Abigail since she had been pining for this one guy almost all her life as a student at Hogwarts.

Ginny was too preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't see Harry headed towards her. She just realized he was there when he grabbed her arms and shook her out of her trance. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even hear him talking to her.

"Ginny. Ginny, are you alright?" Harry asked worriedly when Ginny wouldn't snap out of her reverie.

Ginny blinked out of her sudden trance and stared into a pool of bright green eyes staring right into her brown ones. She knew those eyes...she daydreamed about losing herself in the depths of those green eyes for so long that she was bound to know it so damn well.

"Harry," she whispered his name as she slowly recovered from her daydreaming. Could it be Harry that sent me that letter? she mentally asked herself, Nah. Harry doesn't see you as more than just a sister, Gin, another voice at the back of her head answered.

Harry slowly let go of her then when she finally came through. Stepping back, he couldn't help himself from blushing at the sight of the youngest Weasley offspring. Over the years he watched Ginny Weasley grow; she was no longer that shy, awkward little girl he first met at Kings Cross when he wasn't sure how to get on to platform 9¾.. No, she definitely had grown up--and grew up nicely she did!

"Uh...Ginny, I was...I was just about to tell you that...uh...well, we'll resume practice for Quidditch at the end of the month--we need to get into shape before the start of the season in October," he stammered, blushing profusely and shifting from foot to foot.

"Oh. Thanks, Harry," she smiled.

"No problem," Harry smiled back then started to back away from her, "I'm just...I'm just going to go check on Ron and Hermione in the library. See you later, Ginny," he waved before taking off to follow his two best friends.

No, it couldn't be Harry who sent me that letter, she told herself. How can you be sure? another voice inquired, Maybe he finally hit his head against a brick wall and woke up realizing what he had been missing all along: YOU!

Ginny frowned at that thought. Sure she still fancied Harry a bit, but him suddenly realizing that he liked her back? It was more of a wishful thinking than reality.

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The identity of Ginny's secret admirer was pushed at the back of her mind after she hadn't heard from him in weeks. Abigail told her that if he really was interested in her, he would have made contact again after he sent her her first letter.

It was the weekend before the first Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Colin were all pumped-up, ready to beat the snot out of Slytherin whilst Ginny and the only other female member in the team, Terri-Lynn Maple, rolled their eyes at their rowdy teammates all throughout breakfast. They couldn't stop talking about the upcoming game that even Hermione was getting ready to stab her fork at her two best friends just to shut them up and concentrate on breakfast.

Ginny thought they wouldn't cease talking about Quidditch and the upcoming season, but thankfully the gods were favouring her this morning and halted the boys' discussion when the owls started flying in carrying some post. Ginny knew she wouldn't be receiving any letters from her mother (or her secret admirer since he hadn't sent him any in weeks now), but she still looked up hopefully at the soaring owls overhead waiting for a letter to be dropped to her; but nothing came.

"I told you, Gin, whomever sent you that love letter weeks ago only meant it as a joke," Abigail nudged her friend when she saw the forlorn look on Ginny's face.

Ginny lifted her gaze from the ham and sausage on her plate and met her friend's gaze, "But why would anybody do something like that? It was such a sick, cruel joke."

Abigail doesn't know what to say to say. She only shrugged and resumed eating her breakfast. Ginny followed her friend's lead and returned her attention back to her breakfast. She was just about to take a bite off the sausage she forked when something dropped on her head and toppled down beside her plate.

Both Ginny and Abigail stopped what they were doing and stared at the cream enveloped with the same elegant scrawl adorning it. Ginny Weasley of Gryffindor House was written at the back of it once more.

"Oh my God!" Abigail squeaked and scooted closer to Ginny as her friend reached for the envelope and took out the letter inside.

Anytime I need to see your face,
I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place where
your crystal mind and
Magenta feelings take up shelter
in the base of my spine
Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola

I don't need to try and explain:
I just hold on tight
And if it happens again, I might
move so slightly
To the arms and lips and the
face of the human cannonball
That I need to, I want to

Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher
You'll never know what hit you
When I get to you

Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out
Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out

I'm the kind of person who
endorses
a deep commitment
Getting comfy getting perfect
is what I live for
But a look, then a smell of perfume
It's like I'm down on the floor
And I don't know what I'm in for

Conversation has a time and a place
In the interaction of a lover and
a mate,
But the time of talking
using symbols, using words
Can be likened to a deep sea diver
who is swimming with a raincoat

Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out
Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out
So can we find out?

Ginny and Abigail stared dumbfounded at the letter in Ginny's hands. So Ginny's secret admirer strikes again.

"Oh my..." Ginny sighed as she read the letter over again.

"Oh my indeed, Ginny," Abigail agreed, "Whomever this admirer of yours is, based on what he just wrote there, he wants to get physical if not more than just getting physical."

Ginny could only nod her agreement. She still couldn't believe she received another anonymous love letter (if anybody could call what she had in her hand a love letter) from her admirer. Her head snapped up and her gaze quickly sought the teachers' table her eyes seeking Oliver's, but he was busy talking to Professor Flitwick at that very moment. A deep frown creased her forehead. Shouldn't he be watching me like last time? she thought to herself as she continued to watch Oliver continue on with his animated conversation with the Charms professor.

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Dammit! She was watching him again! he thought irately as he watched Ginny (discreetly of course) look over at the teacher's table where Oliver sat. Why does she have to look at him every time she receives my damn letter? Couldn't she look elsewhere? his hands were balled into tight fists on the table as he tried to divert his gaze from Ginny's direction.

He was trying to carry on a conversation with his friends, but his concentration was focused entirely on Ginny. He waited a few weeks before he sent her another owl. He knew she wouldn't have guessed it was from him since she wouldn't have thought of him as a prospective admirer, but dammit to hell, why does she have to check out Oliver every damn time she received his letter?

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tbc