Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, even though I am terribly obsessed with it.
Summary: A short and sweet poem about how Harry dances with Ginny in the Gryffindor common room alone at night. R&R if you please.
AN- Read my other stories, and all...I might do some drabble soon...or just another story...but anywho...enjoy! )
Star-dance
Sitting on the stairs with the stars beyond the ceiling,
He watched Ginny, his girl friend, and had this magic sort of feeling.
She was very tired, as Harry could tell; because her eyes twitched while reading,
He saw her eyes sparkle from the pages as they were speeding.
Her hair was red as fire, and her freckles were a gym.
She was so enchanting and a beauty he was left hanging by a limb.
She heard a noise that made her jump,
And he ducked out of sight.
He was evidently spotted and she flickered on a light.
She turned on some music and motioned him to dance.
Harry was so lucky that he even had the chance.
Her head was placed upon his chest as his heart beat oh so fast.
He hoped with every power that this feeling would always last.
He whispered three simple words as he pushed her hair aside.
She kissed him with liveliness and a single tear did glide.
They were now so close they couldn't tell which brilliant wizard were who.
Her heart fluttered and didn't skip a beat as she replied "I love you too"