Heroes with Wands

Chapter 22

Ginny's chapter!!

Hermione

I sat on the bottom of the stairs in a low, quiet part of the castle where nobody really came around. my eyes watered, thinking of Ron and Lavender. Ginny and Dean were off somewhere, and the demigods were locked up on their ship.

Footsteps echoed behind me. For a moment I worried somebody had been watching me, but when the person sat next to me, I smelt the familar scent of Harry's lander soap.

"Harry," I said, "How does it feel? When you see Dean with Ginny?" I cast a spell, and parchement birds flew around us. He looked at me strangely, watching the birds, and fiddled with his hands.

His green eyes seemed curious yet startled through his glasses. "I don't know, really." Something told me he did know. I saw the hurt expressions on his face.

I sighed. "I notice it," I said. "I know, Harry. You're my best friend. You act like you don't know, like it's all alright, but I see it in your eyes, how you feel. Like she's the most beautiful person in the world."

"Oh. Um...."

Laughter echoed around us as Ron burst in with Lavender hanging on his arm. When he saw Harry and I sitting together, he turned sober.

"Oops! Seems like this room's taken," Lavender said giddily. "Come on, Ronniekins." Ronniekins. How ridiculous.

"One second," Ron said as she walked off. "What's with the birds?"

Anger filled the empty pit in my stomach. I stood. "Oppugno."

The birds stood still, and then zoomed at Ron like flying daggers. Ron's eyes got wide and he turned and ducked, but the birds stuck on the walls around him. "You're....you're bloody mad!"

He fled. I sat next to Harry and sobbed. "It feels like this," he said. And for a moment I didn't know what he meant. But he put an arm around me and I remembered my question.

Ginny deserved to be happy. She deserved someone like Dean, someone to take care of her, to love her. But she didn't realize--she may have, I didn't know--how much Harry liked her.

I knew she used to like him a lot. She told me that much. But she had Dean now. They were so cute together.

And she'd always had a bit of a crush on him. This year, the year she's finally found a nice blote, is the year Harry decides to like her back.

For one thing, Ginny was brave. She didn't seem it, but she was. When she was a first year she almost died. Just last year she faced several Death Eaters and won.

She was forceful and independant, quite like Annabeth--she controlled herself. She didn't listen to what other people said or did. She knew her own mind.

I admired her. She was energetic and lively, whereas I was so....not. Ginny could stand up to anyone--even Dean or Harry--without a problem. She grew up with six older brothers, how could she not?

Ginny was like the sister I never had. I would always protect her and look out for her. But she knew how to protect herself. If Dean ever hurt her, she wouldn't break. She'd become stronger.

Ginny didn't know it, but she needed Harry. She needed someone strong like him in her life. He liked her--so much he could break down whenever he saw her with Dean--and she probably still had feelings for him.

Annabeth noticed. Hazel noticed. Piper noticed. They realized the tension between Harry and Ginny was strong, the glints in their eyes when they were together.