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Ginny
I am seventeen years old, my name is Ginny, and I am in love with the Chosen One, Harry Potter.
I am in love, and I have just finished sleeping next to my Harry. Next to, not with.
Ironic, isn't it? Harry is my older brother Ron's best friend, and my best friend is Ron's girlfriend, Hermione.
I live in my other's shack/home. Summer vacation. My favorite time of year, when I can see my beloved, with his shaggy, brown hair that never stays flat. I love his beautiful emerald green eyes and his wondrous scrawly handwriting.
"Darling, I can't seem to find my glasses…" Harry says to me.
"That, silly," I say, "is because they're over on this side of the bed."
He smirks and crawls over me, and grabs his owl rimmed glasses, turning to me, he blushes and says, "Ginny, you have never been more beautiful than you are now."
"You saw that all the time." My cheeks turn a scarlet red, as they do whenever Harry states how 'beautiful' I am. "I love you."
"I love you more." Harry crawls over and kisses me, the way only a true love can. "I love you so much in fact, that I asked you're dad, and I may give you this…" My love hops off the bed and stalks over to where his jeans sat at the foot of my cedar dresser and pulled out a promise ring. "Ginny Weasly, will you promise to love me forever as I love you?"
"I promise to wait, and love you just as much as I do and for as long as I wait." I say, accepting the ring and falling in love all over again. "You are amazing and wonderful and perfect! I love you!"