"I don't think Potter liked your valentine much," Malfoy shouted.
Ginny ducked into her classroom as she turned a shade of red that rivaled her vivid hair. She didn't care if Malfoy made fun of her; he was just an annoying Slytherin bloke. The reason she was so flustered was the fact that Harry had been in the vicinity.
What must he think of me now? His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad...
Hang on; that wasn't even my singing valentine!
She would never send such a poem. Hers was more artistic; also, she had arranged the timing so that Harry would receive it in the private of his dormitory. Still, that didn't give her much comfort. Neither Harry nor the rest of the school knew that the valentine wasn't what she had sent.
Ginny fretted over these thoughts as Professor Binns droned on about the Goblin rebellion of 1683.
If only I were in Transfiguration or Potions right now. Then i'd have something to distract me, even if it was just a detention from Snape to worry about.