Ginevra Weasley had done something very uncharacteristic the day before. She had fallen asleep in the library. Madam Pince woke her up angrily, telling her to get back to her common room. She shouldn’t be studying as hard as she was anyway.
“But I’ve got O.W.Ls!” she protested. Truly she was doing anything to avoid Harry again. Feeling the perfect way she had fit into his arms and how comfortable it had been being that close to him was far too much for her to take. It was becoming too real.
So she’d made her way back to the common room and, to her relief, had not found Harry anywhere in sight. She’d gone straight to her bed to do more work. She pulled out her fancy colored parchment and, much to her dismay, realized she was finally out of turquoise and lavender. She was down to her last two colors, pale yellow and rose. She would have to make a mental note to go back to Hogsmeade and buy more.
However, she suddenly remembered that she had not bought the parchment the first time.
The tension in the castle was great. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, though normally very close and pleasant toward one another, had started blocking off. The Quidditch Cup meant a lot to Hufflepuff, but the Gryffindors had put more stake into it. At least Harry had.
He was the famous Harry Potter, and a fantastic Seeker. He felt like he had a reputation to live up to. There was tremendous pressure on him as the Captain to do a good job. He prayed that with the added stress of the Ginny situation, he’d be able to pull out of it like he always managed to do.
His best friends had been giving him nothing but support throughout everything. It seemed as though Ginny was the only person in the Gryffindor Tower who didn’t know. Seamus, Dean, Neville, Parvati, Lavender, and even Colin Creevey had managed to find out in the course of a day that Ginny Weasley was receiving love poems. Of course, most of them didn’t have to be told who it ‘could be.’ It was obvious to everyone but her.
The entire house of Gryffindor was gearing up for the Cup Final. Dean Thomas had drawn everyone a button with a lion on it that clawed and roared. Of course, he had gotten help from Hermione to make the buttons do just that. Many of the buttons were being confiscated, but Seamus Finnigan had devised a way to charm the buttons so they would return to the owner after the class had ended. The professors would think they had just misplaced it.
Ron was in such a great mood because of the team’s progress that he had charmed Hermione into putting her studies away early all week to spend time with him. Of course, he had done all this without the use of his wand.
Ginny wandered about the corridors, aware that her cheeks hurt greatly from smiling so much. Everyone was wishing her good luck, the Gryffindors were all flashing their buttons at her proudly, and she couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed. What if she couldn’t be all she could be? What if she failed, and Hufflepuff won the Cup? Of course, the stakes weren’t as high as it would have been if they were playing Slytherin, but it was pressure nonetheless. It was weighing on her.
Just as the poem situation was going out of her control. She felt like everyone knew what was going on now. Did they all know who it was? Was it Andrew?
The entire Quidditch team knew, of course, that she had been receiving love poems. They all knew who it was as well. Ginny was infuriated to no end when she replayed Carly’s taunting voice in her head.
“You don’t know? Come on, Gin, it’s so obvious!”
What did it matter what they thought anyhow? It was definitely someone on the team. Andrew had been giving her very shifty looks, and she was sure she had him pinned. She was close… so close…
