How the girls fell for the boys

Ginny

The day I met Harry Potter I acted like an immature jerk, which I probably was. 

I wanted to go ogle at him, like he was an animal at the zoo.

The second time, I was nearly killed when I saw him. I tried to tell him, but stupid Percy got in the way.

I seem to have this sort of luck for him to find me in life or death positions.

I still liked him, though.

The third time, I seemed to have calmed down a bit. I still liked him a lot, but I was more comfortable around him. Mum says that in order for him to see me in that way, I had to show him my true self. Harry got someone close to his family who basically was his family. Sirius Black. His godfather.

The fourth time, I was completely normal around him. He had won the Triwizard Tournament. I knew deep down that I would never really get over him, but I also knew deep down that it's good to persevere. We lost someone that year. Cedric Diggory. 

The fifth time, he was in danger. He was nearly expelled and the ministry was out to get him. He started dating Cho Chang. I was jealous. Very jealous. I tried to show it, but he didn't notice. Boys are stupid sometimes. I helped him in the Department of Mysteries, and gained his trust. But he lost someone that time, too. Harry's godfather. Well, Hermione got her wish. She can now see thestrals.

That summer, I started dating other guys. Hermione said that  if I dated other guys, he might start to like me back. That summer, I started a relationship with Michael Corner. I knew even if I tried I would never like him, he's not my type. He was a Ravenclaw, not that that was the problem.

I liked adventure and to wing it. He liked to plan ahead and make sure he knew what he was doing before he actually did it. But he seemed to really like me. I thought I could make it work. I was wrong. After Ravenclaw lost to Gryffindor in quidditch, I dumped him. He was a sore loser.

I chose Dean Thomas next. I liked him, but he was really clingy. I think he just really liked me. Soon, I got annoyed with it. He would help me into the common room, seat me in chairs and push them in for me. It got real boring real fast. I broke up with him.

Let's just say he wasn't too happy. But what I was doing seemed to be working. Hermione would tell me that Harry was staring, but whenever I looked over to where she said he was, he would be gone. 

That year, in my fifth year, his sixth, Harry liked me back. My proof? He kissed me in front of the entire common room at our celebration for winning the Quidditch Cup.

But in the end of that year, he broke up with me to keep me safe. I was devastated. But I see why.

In my sixth year, he, Hermione, and Ron left. They didn't go to Hogwarts, they wouldn't tell anyone why or where they were going, and they didn't communicate with others when they were away. 

There was a war going on. Voldemort was as strong as a human now, and it was scary to not be a pureblood or to be a 'blood-traitor'. I guess I was one of those.

When Harry came back, there was a full on war. I thought Harry was dead, and so did everyone else. But then, he rolled out of Hagrid's arms and fired some curses at Voldemort. I stopped crying and started smiling.

After Harry defeated Voldemort, he felt really bad for all of the deaths. 

Fred, Tonks, Remus, Bellatrix(I don't think he felt bad about that one, though), Severus, Colin, Lavender, and at least fifty more people who didn't deserve it.

I comforted Harry to my best of abilities, but really, it was him comforting me. The loss was too much.

But slowly, we all got better. We all found someone.

I found Harry again, and never regretted it. I knew I held out for a reason. 

There was no looking back, from the moment I said, "I love you, Harry James Potter." to the day I said, "I do."