His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's truly divine,
the hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
"I can't believe that you saved this!" Ginny shrieked, clutching a crinkled sheet of parchment. It was still covered in the bright pink and purple hearts. She was so young, naive, and quite obsessive when she had sent Harry that singing Valentine back in her first year. Harry was laughing so hard his eyes were stinging with tears.
"Oh, so it was you!" He exclaimed, regaining his composure. Ginny's face turned bright red, to the point it was giving competition to her vibrant hair.
"Malfoy told you in the corridor, that prat," Ginny said, recalling the horrid, embarrassing memory. She wasn't sure how the boy had known- she hadn't told anyone, except of course that damn diary. But then again, it was probably pretty obvious.
"I had a feeling, Gin. Which is why I decided to keep it. I actually, erm, wrote you one back in year 5. Towards the end of that year, I don't know how many times I wished it was me snogging you and not Dean," Harry couldn't bring himself to look up at Ginny's beautiful brown eyes. He wasn't sure what he was more ashamed of: Writing a love poem or admitting that he used to be jealous of Dean.
When he finally looked up, he noticed that Ginny's eyes were shining with tears. He stood and crossed the room in two strides, taking the girl - his girl- into his arms. He went to wipe her tears away, when he saw that she was laughing.
"You really wrote a poem back to me? That's hilarious. Wait, I'm sorry, I really want to hear it!" Ginny grabbed Harry's arm. He had scoffed and started to walk away when he realized she was mocking him. He reached into a box and shoved a piece of parchment into Ginny's hands, and then went and sat on the floor, once again not meeting her eyes.
Red hair so bright it puts the sun to shame,
Eyes more captivating than a Quidditch game.
I wish she were mine, she's super fine
I hope one day she'll have my last name.
Ginny's face was red again, but not from embarrassment. Her eyes were wet again but not from tears of laughter. She crossed the room and curled up on Harry's lap, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
"I do want your last name. Always and forever. "