The Most Beautiful Thing
She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
That slender figure; that fieriness; that absolute, amazing, unbelievable cleverness... It's enough to make me want to stare at her until I die and even then I would die happy.
Everyone wants her. Every single solitary boy with an ounce of testosterone lusts after her, eyes wide and tongue drooling. I want to reach out, grab her and ride her for hours. Days. Weeks. I'd trade my fame, my Galleons, even my Chocolate Frog card just to hold her once.
She takes my breath away. My eyes burn in my head and my mouth is dry. I want her. I've never wanted anything so much before. My stomach is shredded by those anxious butterflies.
There isn't anyone like her. There isn't a comparison– and won't ever be one either. My head spins. If only my lips could touch her... Just once...
But why does everything have such a horrible price? A high, costly price. What would Ron say? What would everyone else say? But I don't care. As long as I have her in my arms–
"Harry! Let's go!"
I turn around. "But–"
She rolls her eyes. "It's just a broomstick!"
"But it's one of a kind! It's supposed to be the best of the best! Ginny, please–"
She gives me a look. I sigh and move away from the display window featuring the brilliant broomstick, Firebolt Three, the only one in the world. Probably costs more than all the Galleons in my vault.
Ginny hooks her arms with mine, leading me away. She smiles at me. "Isn't it better to have a loving wife than a broomstick?"
"Um..."
"A yes would be the proper answer."
"Then yes," I answer with a grin. She brushes aside my black hair and drops a kiss on my cheek, leading me out of Diagon Alley.