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      My Own Love Story
      Category: Books » Harry Potter  Censor:  PG   Genre:  Romance   Reviews:  
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My Own Love Story
by Grace
A/N: Well, this is probably a little... odd. I honestly can’t help it, this just 
wrote itself. I think it’s like, God’s way of breaking my writer’s block. 
(Yaaaaay!!!) Which means, to you wonderful people who have been asking, that I 
WILL be finishing up A Solace in the Silence quite soon. Now off you go; this is 
from Ginny’s POV, in case you couldn’t tell; she doesn’t belong to me, and 
flames will make me go into a depressed funk, so either lie convincingly or just 
leave, if you don’t like it, please. Thank you everyone!!! 
I’ve always had this lunatic tendency to translate my life into a love story. 
Maybe it’s because I’m the youngest girl in a family full of boys, and have been 
sheltered and told fairy tales all my life for that reason. Maybe it’s because 
I’m a Pisces... but I never really bought into Divination too much, so I find 
myself doubting it. Whatever the reason, it’s just my nature, I guess, to be 
silly and cheesy and sentimental. I can’t tell you how much I wish it wasn’t. It 
makes life unbearably complicated, to see things from such a... naive 
point-of-view. Everyday events become mass dramas of epic proportions – as if we 
didn’t have enough of those around here these days... 
Take, for instance, Ron and Hermione. Most people see the two of them and come 
to the conclusion that they are a royally mismatched pair and it’s a wonder that 
they can half stand to be civil to each other most of the time. I look at them 
and see... well, to be corny... I see love. It may not be so easily recognized 
by most people – but I think that’s the beauty of it. My brother has always, 
always had such an inferiority complex (and his friendship with Harry certainly 
hasn’t helped it over the years). And Hermione, bless her, does a better job 
projecting confidence, but that’s where it ends. Because I see her in a way that 
only another girl could, I can tell that it’s not her love of books, but her 
fear of failure and self-consciousness at being Muggle-born that cause her to 
act the way she does. I really don’t understand why I’m the only one who seems 
to have noticed this; it’s painfully obvious. 
The beauty of Hermione and Ron’s relationship is that, even though neither is 
really aware of the other’s anxieties, they always manage to find a way to sort 
of comfort each other. She lights up more from a compliment from him than from 
any other person. And I’ve never seen him be so protective and deferential (on 
IMPORTANT matters, mind you) to anyone. They’ve got something great going, in 
their friendship. I’m just waiting for the day that they wake up and realize it. 

Or, you know, I could be getting carried away again. This is quite possible. 
And if you think I’m bad analyzing other people’s lives, you should see the mess 
I’ve made of my own. 
I think fell in love with Harry when I was all of six, possibly seven. It wasn’t 
so much they fact that he was famous, or that he saved the world, as the fact 
that I saw him as the champion of people like myself. Even at that age, I knew I 
wasn’t anything spectacular. And even at that age, I saw that poor Harry wasn’t 
either. I think maybe my idea of a hero was always a little unconventional.
And now... you know, it’s weird. I don’t think I have a future with Harry 
Potter; I’m not even sure if I’ll ever exchange more than three words with him. 
It’s not like that. The odd thing is that I feel like... like he is a really 
important part of me... as a person. 
I spent a lot of time thinking about him, from the day I first saw him. My 
entire first year at school was spent gaping at him and writing stupid poetry or 
in... my diary. And at the end of the year, he saved my life. And that was when 
I felt like everything had changed for me. 
I know this doesn’t make any sense, but let me at least try to put it into 
words. It was kind of like, I spent my entire first year being tormented by the 
most evil being imaginable. It got to a point where I thought my life would end 
before I reached twelve; I felt dirty, and cheap, and really confused. But when 
it really mattered, a boy I barely knew, a boy I believed in with all my heart 
for all the wrong reasons, took a chance. On me. It has made all the difference 
in my life, to know that he did that. I like to think he’d do it again. 
My old crush on Harry is gone now. What remains is more of a... longing. Not 
really for Harry the hero, so much as Harry. He took a chance on me – one of 
these days, I’d like to get to know him and find out why. I’d like to show him 
that, you know, he didn’t really waste his time. For all he knows, I’m a 
psychotic stalker and the leader of his fan club, who does nothing but cry and 
pet kitty cats all day. 
I’d like to think that one of these days, I’ll have my own love story. I’d like 
to think that Harry will be involved in it, somewhere, but life never turns out 
that way. I’d like to think that it won’t be such a vague romance that I’ll have 
to analyze every little detail to get anything out of it. I’d like to think that 
I’ll get to, you know, ride off into the sunset, or something. I’d like to think 
that I’ll stop thinking these things. But see, that’s the problem with being a 
hopeless romantic: it’s so darn complicated. You never get to stop daydreaming. 
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