` ❀ 𝓗arry is a friend, I know, he's been a good friend of mine but lately something's changed that ain't hard to define. Harry's got himself a girl and I want to make her mine . ݁ ꒱

– The Gryffindor common room was relatively quiet that night. The light from the torches illuminated the room, giving a cozy touch to the stone walls. Ginny was sitting on one of the couches near the fireplace, trying to concentrate on the open book in her hands. But since you entered the room, all she could do was pretend to read while her eyes constantly drifted to you.

You were sitting next to her, your shoulders slightly slumped, with a worried expression. Ginny noticed the slight tremor in your voice as you began to speak.

– "I don't know, Ginny... Harry seems to be so distracted with me lately." – you said, sighing. – "I try to talk, but he's always busy with something. It's like I'm not there." –

Ginny felt her heart tighten with sadness, but also with something else: the guilt of thinking Harry was completely wrong for not paying attention to you. Because, if she were in his place, she would make a point of being by his side all the time. Ever since the day Harry introduced her to you, something had changed in Ginny. Her sweetness, her gentle demeanor, and the way her smile lit up the room were impossible to ignore.

– "He's an idiot, if you ask me." – Ginny said, trying to hide the anger in her voice. She closed the book in her lap with a little more force than necessary. – "You deserve someone who... appreciates you more, you know? Who pays attention to every single thing you say." –

Ginny looked away, feeling her face heat up. She didn't know what to say without giving too much away. The truth was, from the first moment she saw you, she felt something she had never felt before. And now, with you sitting there beside her, pouring out your heart so vulnerably, Ginny hated herself a little for wanting to be the one to comfort you—more than a friend.