Everyone seems to think that I have no feelings. Except for Ginny, but she's my best friend so she doesn't count. I mean, everyone has me pegged as that bookworm who sits in the corner and does homework.

I've had my share of crushes. I mean, what girl hasn't? Right?

I was on Harry for a while, and then Ron, and then Ron and Victor, and then just Victor, and then Ron, and now…but that would be telling, wouldn't it?

I'm crazy over this guy. He's smart and charming and sweet and has the perfect amount of muscle... Sigh.

But he's never noticed me! I go all gushy when he smiles in the hallway, and then I realize he smiles and everyone, and then I go all gushy because he smiles at me.

What is wrong with me? I don't think I've ever been in love, love. Just that crushy, 'He looks great in his Quidditch robes, I love his freckles,' love. Am I babbling? I think I'm babbling.

What is wrong with me? I said that already, didn't I?

I keep drifting off and fantasizing about him holding me, kissing me, taking a shower… With and without me.

This so isn't me.

Sigh.

I think I'm losing it.

Why am I losing it?

Haven't I been a good person?

A little nagging, but still good! Right?

And why am I questioning my morality?

Do you think it's love?

Maybe?

Sigh.

I think I should ask Ginny about this…

But you're right here, so…

Do you think it's love?

I think maybe, perhaps, kinda, not really, summer crush kind of love.

Sigh. You're right. This is real, honest, and sometimes-a-little-scary love.

I'm kinda scared.

Hey look! There he is. Is his Quidditch robes. Soaking wet.

Sigh.

xXx

Ah, first love. What do you think?

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