My Fourth Year

"My Fourth Year by Ginny"

~Wo Ai Ni16

Chapter One: A Little Spill

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Ginny sighed and sat down at one of the comfortable chairs in the Gryffindor Common Room. She was exhausted. It was their first day back and she was now in her fourth year. "Geez, it's only the first day of school and our teachers are already bombarding us with all of these assignments," she whispered to herself.

She looked around her other classmates who seemed to be as exhausted as she was. Most of them were already starting their homework. Others were taking a break and chatting with their friends. Ginny's head bowed in dismay. She wished she had someone to chat with. Besides Hermione, she had no real friends. Of course there are the other girls she shared her dorm with, but they weren't exactly nice. She always tried to join in the conversation, but they were all snobbish and ignored her.

Then there were her brothers. Ginny snorted. They were not exactly the type to talk with, although Ginny knew they cared for her deep down. She could never forget how worried Ron was in her first year when she was trapped in the Chamber of Secrets. However, she is always in their shadows. Bill and Charlie were always known as the maybe the greatest Quidditch players Hogwarts had ever seen so far. It was obvious that Fred and George were currently known as the pranksters of the school. Percy was..a prefect with very good grades, and Ron was...Ginny paused at this. What was Ron known for? Well, Ron can be thought of the best friend of Harry Potter. Ginny blushed at that name. And she was, just Ginny. "I bet not even half the people in my class know me," Ginny thought sadly.

"If I'm just like this how will I ever get his attention?" Ginny said out loud, thinking of Harry.

"Get whose attention?"

Ginny nearly jumped a foot in the air. Looking at the owner of the voice, she saw a fifth year with very bushy hair, "Hermione, you scared me!"

"I'm sorry, but who were you talking about? You are trying to get whose attention?"

"Oh, uh...it's nothing."

Hermione just shrugged and walked over to a table covered with books, no doubt, all the books that she was going to study.

Ginny sighed. "That was close," she thought. Looking for a certain someone, she finally spotted Harry playing wizard chess with Ron across the room. "When will I be good enough for him?" she thought, admiring his unruly jet-black hair and his emerald green eyes filled with life. "All he likes is Cho Chang. I don't blame him. She's smart, pretty, popular, and excellent at Quidditch. I'll never be as good as her. I'll never have him."

Ginny decided to start on her assignments. She was halfway through her potions essay when she accidentally knocked down her ink bottle, causing the ink to fall off the table and spill all around the floor.

"Oh great! Just what I need."

Before she could bend down to pick it up, someone picked up the ink bottle and muttered a few words with their wand, and the ink went back into the bottle.

Ginny looked up, and saw no one other than Harry himself. He handed her ink bottle, smiling his usual smile that always made her melt. Ginny knew she was blushing seven different shades of red as she took the bottle from him, and was only able to mutter a little, "Thanks."

"That's fine. It happens to me all the time. Hermione taught me a spell to recollect the spilled ink." And, smiling once again, he walked out the portrait door, probably off to the library.