harrypotter10.html A/N: Please tell me if I should continue this...I don't know. I'm finding a LOT in Ginny to write about, and I'm glad. She and Harry would be such a good couple...*sniff*...why did Joanne have to set Cho and Harry up???? WHY??????? *bawls*
Oh, by the way - I know it's short - short but sweet.

Please believe me when I say that I'm in love with you
Please believe me when I say I truly care
Please believe me when I tell you that there's no one else
Please believe me when I say there's something there

I looked across the table at Harry. There he was, next to Cho, chattering with her. She was beautiful. Beautiful. Much better than my fiery, stringy hair, my thousands of freckles, my pointy nose, my skinny awkwardness. She was strong, and fast, and small, just the right height for him, and just so amazingly pretty it was no wonder he was drawn to her. I was just Ron's little sister. He didn't understand when I told him I loved him. How could he?

Please believe me when I say I want to kiss you
Please believe me when I say I truly miss you
Please believe me when I cry into my bed
Please believe me when I feel my face turn red

He was a hero, my hero, everybody's hero. I couldn't believe it when I saw him, couldn't believe Ron was so lucky. He had a hero for a best friend, and I was in awe since the first time I saw him. But he's just too good for shy little Ginny Weasley, sending him that stupid Valentine, making him feel like a fool. I stood up for him in Flourish and Blotts - I remember that, as clearly as if it were yesterday. How could you forget, Harry?? How could you not see how much I love you, how much I want you to hold me close every time I see you smile?

Please believe me when I ask what I should do for you
Please believe me when I tell you that I understand
Please believe me when I say that I am falling hard
Please believe me when I want to hold your hand

I still can't believe I told him. Right in the common room...after breakfast this morning at study break...I walked up to him...touched his shoulder gently...drew him away from the others..."Harry," I told him softly, "I love you." My voice sounded choked and not like my own, and I was shaking. I just stood there, scared and lonely and lovesick, as he replied, "Ginny...I didn't know." Was it sorrow, pity I sensed in his voice? How I wished we could be together, even just for fifteen minutes!!

Please believe that I will love you, dear, forever
Please believe that we will stay entwined like this
Please believe that I can never let you go
Please believe me...I love you so

And now...everything was lost, even hope. Would I always live like this, loving and losing? I looked back at Harry and Cho - but Cho wasn't there. I expected to see him staring after her, but he was looking at me.