For a second I let myself be distracted, if I let myself dwell on what could be my magic might just lash out and blow up the castle so I turn my logical mind onto another puzzle or idle thinking to keep my mind of violence for a while. The perfect opportunity presents itself when I turn around after bending over to pick up my wand and catch Ginny looking at my ass. My brain starts working a mile a minute looking over memories, how she acted towards Harry, how she treated the people around her, how in her second year she came out of her shell and started to make her own friends. I realize now that she was never interested in Harry like that, she was just hero worshiping someone who she thought came straight out of a fairy tale. Looking as far back as I can remember for her I notice that she spent more time looking at girls than she did Harry, there's is also that one time that we were watching quidditch practice and she was practically drooling over the three chasers, I thought at the time she just wanted to be on the team but it makes sense that she was looking at the players instead of the positions. And even I have to admit that the body type the girls get from quidditch makes me flustered. All of this puts into context her more tomboyish demeanor, which by no means by itself would mean she bats for the other team but combined with everything else it makes for a pretty cohesive picture