"Miss Weasley, could you please tell me where your head has been?", he said, defiantly, looking at me like I was a worm and he was trying to overcome the nausea to step on me.

"Right… here?" I answered, afraid he would humiliate me again in front of the entire class.

"Good try, but that did not sound convincing. Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

And now everything was back to normal. Snape had finally satisfied his need to take points from Gryffindor and the rest of the class could finally breath.

Actually, I couldn't breathe just yet. What had I been doing? I was lusting over Professor Snape! The thought made me want to scream my way out of his class, bury myself in the ground, and stay there forever. How could I possibly start seeing him that way?

And then I remembered. It had been three days since Hermione had come to me with the desperate idea of drinking a potion…

It was Friday evening when she asked me if I would talk to her. That request was unexpected. After all, there were very few times that she actually felt the urge to talk to me; like when Krum asked her to the ball and she just had to tell someone, I was there. I am always available. Poor little Ginny, with no friends and no social life.

She was confused between Harry and Ron. Oh, you can't imagine how much I loved to hear her say that… "Oh, Ginny, Ron asked me out but sometimes I think of Harry in a totally different way! What if I accept Ron and lose my chance with Harry… and what if I refuse and it's Ron I like?"

I just felt like crying. That was so thoughtful of her, to talk about her feelings for Harry in front of me! The one who had loved him for years. Or so I thought had loved him for years…

She had found a potion in one book during one of her researches. The potion was easy to make, and would show who your heart truly desired. Of course, it was the perfect solution for her. It wasn't even forbidden, because it wasn't a love potion, not really. It would simply make it easy to see whom you loved, if you were torn between two or more lovers.

When she told me about that potion, I couldn't believe it was in a book. It seemed something that would be in Monthly Witch, that stupid teen magazine with love advice and good-looking wizards posing and blowing kisses for stupid girls who would buy it – me included -; but that's not the point.

The point is that she was petrified. So I, as the great friend I can be, offered to drink that potion with her. I would help her in making it and would finally drink it with her.

Of course, I thought it would be easy enough. I mean, I was already used to feeling what I've felt for Harry Potter; a potion could not be so difficult to handle. What I didn't expect was what came after that.

We drank that damn potion on Sunday morning, Hogsmeade day. Hermione would spend the day with her two "candidates", so she could feel whatever she had to feel and end all her doubts.

I have no idea how her day went, but mine went on as usual. Of course, I didn't go to Hogsmeade with them, so I went with Fred and George. But then, the strangest thing happened.

I wouldn't feel anything when I looked at Harry. By dinnertime, we sat side by side, and I didn't spill my juice, nor did I spread food all over the table, or lose control and destroy the food with my elbow! And I couldn't believe that when he talked to me, I talked back quite clearly! Even Ron couldn't believe it! Well, actually, he wouldn't have believed it if he had seen it, but he didn't see any of this since he and Hermione had become a couple that day. Cheers for them!