It was your sixth year at Hogwarts, and if you did so say yourself, you were pretty popular and knew mostly everybody. You didn’t necessarily mind the attention though you sometimes wished people would just leave you alone every now and then.

One day, after escaping a horde of girls who had been chasing you and trying to talk to you, you found yourself hiding in the library. You made your way to the very back, sitting down against the wall with a sigh of relief. When suddenly, you heard soft footsteps and looked up to see Ginny Weasley.

You didn’t often see her around, so you were surprised to see here here. You offered her a smile–and if it hadn’t been so dark you could have sworn you’d seen her blush. Ginny walked forward a step, almost nervously.

“Hello… I uh saw you rush in here and followed, I hope you.. don’t mind,” Ginny said slowly, avoiding your gaze. You had always thought Ginny to be this independent girl who often spoke her mind.. So why was she being so shy?