Imagine telling Ginny you love her, before she has the chance to tell you.
When you reached the staircase leading up to your Divination class, you turned and gave Ginny a peck on the lips. “Thanks for walking me to class, again.” You smiled. You knew it took her way out of the way of her Transfiguration class, but she did this each Wednesday.
“You walked me to Potions, and ran into those slippery Slytherins so ... I don’t mind.” Ginny said with a grin. “I’ll see you at lunch, yeah?”
“Of course, see you then.” You were about to ascend up the stairs, but you stopped with your hand on the bannister. Before Ginny could go, you had to say it. You had been building up your nerve for a while now, and it was going to spill out. “Love you.”
Ginny stopped, turned around, and glared at you, much to your surprise. You thought maybe you had done wrong by saying that, even backing up a little as she took the two stairs to catch up to you. “You git, I was going to be the first to say that to you at lunch today.”
You laughed, feeling much more relieved now, though she still looked angry. “Pretend I didn’t say it then,” You said, winking, going up two stairs backwards, holding onto the railing carefully.
“How am I supposed to do that? It’s all I’ll be thinking about during Transfiguration!”
“Don’t let Minerva catch you doodling our names on your essay,” You teased. You just managed to avoid the swat that she shot in your direction, and hurried up the stairs to your class, leaving the redhead grumbling to herself.
