POV- Ginny.
Prologue.
My eyes glimmer at the sight of you.
I freeze at the cold waves you send towards me;
your mysteriosness invigorating my senses.
I blush at your attention, falling like a million snowflakes.
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At every solid step I take, all he ever does is talk about you.
Burgundy tresses trailing down his face; marking his point of masculinity.
And he doesn't know that at every word he comes up with,
I'm breathing it all in- as my sourse of oxygen.
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I underestimated myself, but my temptation to be with you overflows.
And when you're there, present within my grasp, I screw up.
Your mouth curls into a grin, your face turns into a million questions.
It washes me away like magic.
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The clock strikes twelve, and you're no where to be seen;
My brothers' creative inventions blast madly through the air.
It excites me so much but I wish that you were here...
...Thrilled that I turned around to see you wish me a "Happy New Year".
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A/N: This is a romance "story" between Harry and Ginny.