Day Two
For what had to be the hundredth time he wondered what he was doing. It wasn't as if he loved her – certainly not – not with her hand-me-down robes, dirty, nappy curls of red silk, sparkling blue eyes and lips so soft….
Abruptly snapping to attention he gave his reflection a disgusted look even as his heartbeat quickened. There was absolutely no way he loved Ginny Weasley. That though placed firmly in mind he stared through the glass once more, critically eyeing the wide assortments of candies and chocolates.