I wrote this one night 'cause I was bored and feeling warm and fuzzy. Enjoy.
Ginny gazed into Harry's emerald green eyes. They were SO gorgeous. She and Harry were sitting in the middle of a bunch of fairy ridden bushes watching the stars. Except they weren't exactly watching the stars. Harry pulled Ginny into a bone-melting, toe-curling, fire-starting kiss. Since Ron and Hermione were covering for them, Ginny and Harry could sneak out of the castle at night and make out for as long as they liked.
Harry had never before realized how much he really loved Ginny. He had only just figured it out, and finally discovered that he had fallen in love with her at first glance that one faithful day at King's Cross station on platform 9 ¾. That flaming red hair, those chocolaty big brown eyes, those adorable freckles, silky flawlessly shaped lips he could go crazy over. And that body. Dear God, that body. Perfectly proportioned, smooth curves. Ginny meant everything to him, which he discovered the night he saved her life. He wouldn't have been able to kill the Basalisk if it hadn't been Ginny he was saving. She was the epitome of beauty. Choe had nothing against this fiery goddess. And that's exactly was Ginny was, a goddess who could make Harry melt with a single flutter of an eyelash. She could make his knees go weak with just a look. Harry sighed as Ginny cuddled close to him. Yes, life was good.