Summary: In Harry's fifth year, Ginny decides to take a chance and tell Harry how she feels, but gets rejected by Harry because of his crush on Cho. What happens when Ginny goes through puberty and becomes gorgeous over the following summer?
They were in the Room of Requirement, having just completed another D.A. meeting. Harry had taught them so many useful spells and techniques that they would be able to practice on their own in their dorms before their next meeting – the last meeting before the end of the semester and the beginning of the Christmas holiday.
Everyone was now lingering, socialising amongst themselves without worry of any looming Inquisitorial Squad members or Umbridge, herself. But the crowd was starting to dwindle with curfew approaching and every D.A. member was starting to pack up any belongings that they had brought with them.
Ginny was in no such hurry to leave, busy as her mind was, as she was occupied with watching Harry. He was standing with Ron and Hermione, of course. He was always standing with them. They weren't called the Golden Trio for nothing…
But as Hermione talked both Harry and her brother's ears off, Ginny noticed that Harry seemed rather distracted. He was still listening to Hermione, as he would nod and Ginny noticed that his lips moved in response to whatever she was saying. But his eyes were distinctly trained on something across the room from him.
Ginny followed his line of sight and realised that it was not something that was occupying Harry's attention, but a someone.
Against her will, Ginny felt intense dislike for the older girl flare in the bottom of her abdomen. She really didn't want to dislike the beautiful, Asian girl – in fact, a part of her felt sorry for her after everything that happened with Cedric – but her automatic distaste for her was involuntary. Stemming from jealousy, mostly.
Selfishly, she wished that Cedric was still alive just so Cho would be unavailable… but she stopped that line of thinking instantly, knowing how horrible it was.
Ginny instead took the time to study Cho. She was indeed very pretty, she had to admit. With her feminine curves, her alluring, almond-shaped eyes, and her sleek, raven hair.
Ginny snuck a peak down at her own body. She was still flat-chested, and short, with no curves to her body. If she looked into a mirror, she knew that she would see a chubby face reflected back at her, her baby fat making her cheeks still as pinchable as when she was ten…
"Little Ginny Weasley…" Ginny muttered sourly to herself, "The baby sister to 'insert older brother here'."
Was it really too much to ask that people would notice her for her, and not for being related to any of her older brothers?
Especially Ron, best mate to Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived. Would she forever be known as his baby sister?
With a sigh, she turned her gaze back to the Golden Trio, longing in her gaze. How many times had she wished to be included in their little group? To go along with their adventures and create a name for herself?
As she watched the trio talk amongst themselves, Hermione suddenly blew up at Ron, looking extremely put-out with him. Ron, of course, retaliated, as Ginny knew that he didn't much like being told off.
"Well, for your information, Ronald, I was only trying to come up with a practical dissection of how the lesson went! If you have a problem with trying to improve ourselves, then why do we even have the D.A. at all?" Hermione spouted, her hands thrown in the air with her frustration.
Ron's face scrunched together with his own annoyance. "Lay off it, Hermione. All that I suggested is that we stop talking about it, for now, so we can relax."
Truly exasperated now, Hermione stepped forward and pointed a finger in Ron's face. "We can relax once You-Know-Who is no longer a problem."
With that she turned on her heel and strode away, leaving Ron looking completely gobsmacked behind her.
Hermione angrily marched over towards Ginny, and sat roughly besides her. Ginny gave her a sympathetic shake of her head.
"My brother is a prat, isn't he?" Ginny said, with a pat on the other girl's knee.
Hermione gave Ginny a scandalized look. "Ginny!"
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on, Hermione. It may not be polite to say, but it doesn't make it any less true." Ginny pointed out, and despite her struggle not to, Hermione couldn't suppress the giggle at Ginny's words.
"Alright. I guess that it's true." Hermione conceded.
"And no one knows it more than I do," Ginny said, a sour look on her face, "I've only had to live with the barmy bugger for my entire life."
Hermione outright laughed at this. "You are too much, Ginny. I sometimes forget how funny you can be."
Ginny sighed, peering a look over at Harry, who was talking solely to Ron now. "If only other people knew how funny I can be…"
Hermione followed Ginny's gaze, and let out a sigh of her own. "Ginny…"
Shaking her head, Ginny forced her gaze away from Harry and instead intently stared at the floor. "I know what you're going to say, Hermione. Why would Harry ever like frumpy, little Ginny Weasley? Especially since he can have any girl he chooses in the castle. Including Cho…"
Hearing Hermione gasp, Ginny looked up to see a wildly bewildered expression on Hermione's face. "I wasn't going to say that at all, Ginny. I can't believe that you would even think that about yourself. You are a very pretty girl-"
Ginny's snort interrupted her. "Stop lying, Hermione. Compared to Cho, I have no chance in winning a beauty contest. In fact, Harry deserves someone better than me. He deserves someone like Cho."
Hermione's expression twisted into dislike. "I happen to think that he deserves someone better than Cho. All she does these days is cry over Cedric. And really, Harry knows next to nothing about her. I really don't understand his crush on her at all."
"I can give you one reason why," Ginny muttered, her tone indicating to the girl's beauty.
Hermione was suddenly very angry. "That's it, Ginny. This has gone on far too long. I've indulged your pining for long enough. It's very unhealthy, the way that you view yourself. You need to move on, one way or another. I think that you should confess your feelings to Harry. And after that, whatever he has to say, you let go of this negative outlook."
Ginny was shocked. She looked at Hermione with an incredulous expression. "What are you saying, Mione?"
With a huff, Hermione replied. "I'm saying that if Harry accepts your feelings, then that's great. You then know for a fact that you are beautiful in your own unique way. But, if Harry rejects you, know that it's his loss and you let go of your pining and work on your own happiness and self-image issues."
Hermione paused, and her face softened. "Ginny, you don't need Harry Potter to validate you as a person. Look at me, I know I'm not the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, but I don't let that define who I am. I work at bettering myself in ways that demands respect. Something beauty alone can never achieve. Either way, I think that your hidden feelings for Harry is holding you back from achieving great things. Which is why they can't stay hidden any longer."
It was a lot to process, but the more that Ginny thought about it, the more that she realized that Hermione was right. How could she be anything more than that youngest Weasley sibling, when she didn't focus on herself being anything more than that?
People thought of her only as the youngest Weasley sibling, or the silly girl with a crush on Harry Potter, because that was the way that she thought of herself.
She needed to cut those ties in order to be the confident witch she always dreamed that she would be. And that started with one confession.
"You're right, Hermione…" She whispered. "It can't go on like this. I need to tell him. It doesn't matter what he says. I will go mad with doubt and jealousy if I continue on like this."
Nodding, Hermione took Ginny's hand in one of hers and patted it with the other, reassuringly. "I'm glad that you see it that way. I'm not saying that it won't hurt if Harry rejects you, but in the end, it will only liberate you. Because isn't it better knowing the truth than endlessly worrying over what may be?"
Ginny squeezed that hand that held hers and nodded in return. "Yeah… thanks, Mione. I-I really needed to hear this," She said, and with sad eyes, she locked gazes with the bushy-haired girl, "You really are like the sister that I never had. You know that, right?"
Hermione's response was to pull Ginny into a tight hug, and Ginny knew that she felt the same way. If nothing else, at least Ginny would always have Hermione to confide in. "I will distract Ron so you have some time with Harry."
Pulling away from Hermione's arms, Ginny took a staggering breath, trying to keep the growing panic at bay. Hermione patted her shoulder lightly and said. "Gather your Gryffindor courage, Ginny. You know that you have it in you."
With that, Hermione stood and strode with purpose towards Ron and Harry. Ginny watched as Ron snapped to attention as soon as he noticed Hermione's approach, and opened his mouth to say something that made Hermione's eyes flare.
They bantered back and forth with a few scathing words, while Harry looked on with bewildered eyes, looking for all the world that he didn't want to be there to listen to his best friends argue yet again.
Suddenly, Hermione grabbed Ron by the sleeve and roughly dragged him over to the door, Ron protesting the entire way.
Harry was suddenly alone, and Ginny noticed that he looked very relieved at that fact, as he wasn't required to listen to the bickering, nor was he dragged into the middle of it. And Ginny realized that this was the opportunity that Hermione had granted her.
Ginny stood, took a deep breath to gather her Gryffindor courage, and walked towards Harry with nothing but determination in her mind.
Harry had started to busy himself with picking up text books and stuffing them into his knapsack as soon as his friends left. Ginny stopped a few feet away from Harry, but he didn't seem to notice her approach. Which was really nothing new. But she was determined for that to change. Determined to be noticed one way or another. Even if it did end in Harry's blatant ignorance of her with his awareness of her fancy.
Ginny watched him for a moment before she decided to make her presence known. "You better be careful. I noticed Fred and George come in here with a pile of dung bombs."
Harry jumped, startled, and his eyes snapped to hers. Ginny smirked a Weasley grin that would make Fred and George proud. "You never know what they decided to do with them."
Laughing, Harry turned back to gathering his and Hermione's books. "Thanks for the heads up, but I think that they have better targets than me."
Ginny's grin widened. "Like Zacharias Smith?"
Harry turned to her with a grin, done with filling his pack and lifted it to his shoulder. "Exactly."
Her face twisted into a mock frown. "Isn't it a sign of a bad teacher to show bias against his students?"
"If I have any bias, then I blame it on learning it from Snape…" Harry said with a grimace.
Ginny laughed outright, and replied, "Just Snape? I would like to think that Umbridge had some hand in it."
Harry groaned, running a hand down his tired face. "Don't remind me… I finally got that horrid toad out of my mind."
Smirking, Ginny decided to tease him a bit, and brought her fist to her mouth and coughed the infamous cough. "Hem, hem."
Despite himself, Harry jumped at the noise involuntarily. Then after an embarrassed look, he glared at her mockingly.
"Don't do that." He said, with a shake of his head. Then smiled at her. "You are way too good at that."
Ginny bit her lip nervously. "Every girl has her talents."
Harry shrugged and noticed that the Room was just emptying with the last of the other students, and gestured his head towards the exit. "Want to head back?"
Ginny bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed. Some part of her wanted to reply with a yes and let the entire matter drop, then she could fantasize about her pleasant conversation with Harry later. But she knew that she would surely hate herself if she didn't say what she needed to say now. As she wouldn't get much opportunity to get Harry alone again.
So, Ginny slowly shook her head. "A-actually, there was something that I wanted to discuss with you."
She forced herself to meet his gaze, and found herself lost his in his beautiful green gaze. He was so handsome, it almost hurt, knowing that she would have to give him up.
Ginny wasn't naive. She knew that Harry would reject her. That much was obvious in the way that he looked at Cho. But she had to do this for herself, because Hermione was right. It wasn't healthy for her to continue on like this.
Harry's gaze turned worried at her words. "What is it, Ginny? Is something wrong?"
"N-no. It's nothing bad. Well, it actually depends on how you look at it. But it's nothing life-threatening, if that's what you are thinking…"
She trailed off at seeing the confused look that took over Harry's face. "What are you trying to-"
"What I'm trying to say is," Ginny said, cutting Harry off. Needing him not to say anything until she got the words out. Ginny wrung her hands nervously, before forcing them to clutch at the sides of her skirt. "Wh-What I wanted to tell you, that is, is that I-I-"
The words caught in her throat. She found that no sound could come out as she gaped open-mouthed at him unattractively.
Concern was evident in his eyes. "Ginn-"
"I FANCY YOU, HARRY!" Ginny yelled, finally finding her voice. Only it amplified.
Harry staggered back in shock, his knapsack fell off his shoulder, and he stared at her in horror. "Wh-What?"
Ginny crossed her arms over her body, feeling distinctly uncomfortable, but forced herself to repeat the words.
"I fancy you…" Ginny whispered, only to the floor this time. And then she waited. Waited for Harry to say anything. Waited for his rejection. She knew it was coming, and she steeled herself for it. Promising no matter what, Harry Potter would not get to see her cry.