"Mine" A Hinny Fanfiction❤ COMPLETED ️ {BOOK 1}

The Last Day of freedom

(Re-edited as on the 29:12:17)

Ginny's POV

Tomorrow I am heading back to Hogwarts to begin my fifth year.  I am both nervous but very excited.  One thing is for sure,  O.W.Ls this year, I can't wait to start them. YAYYY  (note the sarcasm).  With the sudden thought of how terrible O.W.L's had consumed Hermione, I felt my stomach churn and my breathing sped up.  Hermione really was terrifying last year, she stayed up all night just to revise for Charms. But who the merlin does that? Pretty stupid I know. She is like, no correction, she IS the smartest girl in the whole school and yet she still studies like crazy.  Maybe that is why??  I shrugged off the awful exam thoughts and concentrated on the thin piece of parchment I held.   It was yet another letter I received from Dean.  It had arrived just yesterday.  I let out a lazy yawn before letting my eyes dance upon his neatly written letter.  He was asking for my permission to sit with him on the train.   A smile ripped on my face when I saw the cute little messages he left.  I decided to respond immediately.  I grabbed a blank piece of parchment and started writing.  

Dear Dean,

I would love to sit with you on the train and I thank you for your chivalrous way of asking for my permission. How were you in the summer? 

I absolutely enjoyed it.  I played a lot of Quidditch with the twins and helped mum out, of course. I look forward to meeting you!!

Ginny X

I re-read it over and over before attaching it to Errol.  

"Take this to Dean Thomas please",  I pushed my window door open letting Errol go out.  I watched as the dark brown owl spread its wings and let out noises before setting off.  My brown eyes watched Errol disappear into the clouds.  

"May I come in?" I heard a voice say before my door, followed by a light knock. 

 I sighed as the door flung opened to reveal Hermione stuck in yet another book. I rolled my eyes, "do you ever get tired of reading?" I asked.   I waited for a response or a lecture.  But no reply.

"Hermione?" I asked, Merlin pants she is so engrossed in that bloody book. Oh no I sound like Ron.

"Yes?" She stuck her head up out of the book and then back down she started to read again.
I rolled my eyes at the bookworm and sat down on my bed. 

"Do you have all your books?" Hermione asked, shutting her book.

"Yeah I do and you?"

She nodded proudly speaking, "are you going to sit with anyone on the train?" Hermione questioned.  

"Yea why?" I asked shooting her a look. 

"No it's just Ron and I will be busy doing prefects jobs, and we'll Harry would be on his own".

I could sense where this was going and I glared at Hermione.

"Don't start please" I begged.

Hermione looked unsure of what to say next.  I pondered on the idea of Harry and me sitting together.  Pity I said yes to Dean.  My heart dipped but before I could think more, 

"I'll stop if you answer me this?" Hermione paused before asking this.  It was as if she was choosing her words carefully.

"That is?" I tapped my foot impatiently.  I tried my best to control my breathing that had suddenly lacked oxygen.  Hoping she wouldn't cop my panic state, I kept looking out the window.  Suddenly her voice dragged through my ears and my eyes shot towards her.

"Tell me that you don't have one tiny piece of feelings for Harry?" She asked.   She sat looking at me, her brown eyes stared intensely at me.  It was as if she was trying to detect any lying or attempts at lying.  I swallowed hard before gathering the courage to speak.  

"Hermione we've been through this" I gave a whine.  One that I could muster up.  I tried to fake an annoyed look but I knew, and she knew: Ginny was a terrible liar.

"I gave up on, him," I said. Keep telling yourself that Gin!

She nodded and went back to reading. Me not taking any of the silence went to take a shower, as I climbed the stairs I noticed someone closed the doors as if they heard that conversation. I stood rooted to the spot. What if Harry heard that? I shrugged off the silly idea and continued into the bathroom.  I turned on the warm water and got on.  I let my body relax, I had not realized how tense I was and I took slow breaths before letting the warm water consume me.

***Harry's POV***

Here I sat after playing a game of wizard's chess.  I of course lost.  In a total of three games.   I gave up simply. Ron went to help Mr. Weasley.  So here I sat thinking about things, my mind wandered to Ginny, once again. I am guilty, thank the stars Ron couldn't see my thoughts on his sister. It was like a routine, I would have dreams about Ginny, then wake up, get dressed, have food, think of Ginny, go outside, think of Ginny again, dinner, think of Ginny again, supper, think of Ginny again, bed, lastly think of Ginny. She takes up my mind a lot now and it's worrying. I can't like Ginny. Like what's to like about her again? Potter, Hello! Everything! Her red blazing hair that would make me want to run my hands through all day, her beautiful chocolate brown eyes that I could easily get lost in, her flowery scent that intoxicates the air around me, and her red lips that I would kiss for countless hours. 

About 20 minutes after daydreaming  I decided to find Hermione. So I climbed the third floor and I hear voices from Ginny's room.  "Tell me that you don't have one tiny piece of feelings for Harry? And that you fully over him?" Says the voice of Hermione. My eyes widen, I  should NOT be listening in. But then again it's about me.

"Hermione we've been through this," says a frustrated Ginny. 

She paused and then sighed

"I gave up on Harry!!"

 My jawline dropped and my heart sank.  My shoulders sagged forward and I hung my head in defeat.  I couldn't believe what I heard.   I felt like a hundred dementors are eating at me.  I tried to ignore the little voices in my head.   She's over you Potter!!! You're too late!!  the voice rang.

I sighed deeply before I dragged myself back to Charlie's room.