A/N: I'm writing a short fic with multiple chapters, so that means each
chapter will be a bit short. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing here. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Harry rushed into his dormitory after Quidditch practice having barely enough time to get cleaned up and changed before dinner. As he was reaching for his shirt on his bed he noticed an envelope on his pillow. It was plain; nothing was written on it. Curious and forgetting completely about dinner and the fact that he had no shirt on, Harry sat down and opened up his mysterious letter. As soon as he did two folded pieces of paper floated out as if riding the gentle breeze that blew in from the open window. Harry picked up the first piece marked 'READ FIRST' and read the song lyrics.
"And when I wake you're never there, but when I sleep you're everywhere," Harry repeated aloud, smiling.
They were great lyrics, but who had sent them to him and why? Harry unfolded the other piece of parchment and read what it had to say.
Dear Harry,
I wanted to give you the lyrics to this song to show you how much I care about you.
Harry finished reading the note and grinned broadly. It looked as though everything were coming together just fine after all. He looked at his watch. If he was correct, Ginny's roses should have just been delivered to her. The twelfth rose had been delivered to Harry earlier that day. Hurriedly Harry finished getting dressed and picked up the rose, which had a choker attached to it with a single dangling charm: a gold heart. Harry ran out of the room and over to Ginny's dormitory. He knocked on the door after just a moment of hesitating. He heard Ginny answer after a moment or two.
"Who is it?"
Harry smiled to himself. "Your worst nightmare," he said teasingly.
He heard hurried footsteps cross to the door and a second later Ginny stood before him, looking absolutely ecstatic and petrified at the same time.
"Harry! What - ah, wha- What are you doing here?" she asked, her eyes growing large.
Harry laughed. "Relax Ginny! I received your letter and I wanted to come and thank you," said Harry, "and could I come in?"
"You - you're really not supposed to," began Ginny uncertainly.
"Come now Ginny. It's only me, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived," said Harry teasingly.
With that Ginny's pretty face broke out into a smile and she stepped aside to allow Harry into the room, which was quite messy at the time. Harry turned to face Ginny as soon as she had closed the door. He hid the rose under his robes, not wanting her to see it just yet.
"So you read my message," said Ginny slowly.
Harry nodded. "Yes, yes I did Ginny. And I must say I'm quite impressed."
Ginny blushed a furious shade of red that matched her hair perfectly. "Well, I must admit to getting some help on finding the lyrics," she admitted.
"All the same, it was very clever of you," said Harry, smiling a little, "and I wanted to tell you what I really thought of you, Miss Weasley."
The smile vanished instantly from Ginny's face as though she had just been hit with a thousand bludgers. She fiddled nervously with her hands as she waited for Harry to speak.
Harry slowly withdrew the rose from the depths of his robes and held it out to Ginny, the choker glistening in the late afternoon light.
"Ginny Weasley," Harry said softly, "I love you."
Ginny gasped and tears of joy filled her eyes. "The twelfth rose! Oh, Harry! That's so romantic! And I - I love you too. Thank you so much Harry."
"Don't thank me," said Harry as he took the choker and put it around Ginny's neck, "Thank fate."
And with that Harry wrapped Ginny in his arms and gave her a tender kiss, the first of many for the two of them to share.
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A/N: So what do you think? Should I continue this in a sequel? I was thinking of maybe doing a fic like this for Ron and Hermione or maybe Hermione and Snape. :) Hey, you never know! But please tell me what you think about this story and the possibility of another one like and/or a sequel. Chao for now!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing here. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Harry rushed into his dormitory after Quidditch practice having barely enough time to get cleaned up and changed before dinner. As he was reaching for his shirt on his bed he noticed an envelope on his pillow. It was plain; nothing was written on it. Curious and forgetting completely about dinner and the fact that he had no shirt on, Harry sat down and opened up his mysterious letter. As soon as he did two folded pieces of paper floated out as if riding the gentle breeze that blew in from the open window. Harry picked up the first piece marked 'READ FIRST' and read the song lyrics.
"And when I wake you're never there, but when I sleep you're everywhere," Harry repeated aloud, smiling.
They were great lyrics, but who had sent them to him and why? Harry unfolded the other piece of parchment and read what it had to say.
Dear Harry,
I wanted to give you the lyrics to this song to show you how much I care about you.
Harry finished reading the note and grinned broadly. It looked as though everything were coming together just fine after all. He looked at his watch. If he was correct, Ginny's roses should have just been delivered to her. The twelfth rose had been delivered to Harry earlier that day. Hurriedly Harry finished getting dressed and picked up the rose, which had a choker attached to it with a single dangling charm: a gold heart. Harry ran out of the room and over to Ginny's dormitory. He knocked on the door after just a moment of hesitating. He heard Ginny answer after a moment or two.
"Who is it?"
Harry smiled to himself. "Your worst nightmare," he said teasingly.
He heard hurried footsteps cross to the door and a second later Ginny stood before him, looking absolutely ecstatic and petrified at the same time.
"Harry! What - ah, wha- What are you doing here?" she asked, her eyes growing large.
Harry laughed. "Relax Ginny! I received your letter and I wanted to come and thank you," said Harry, "and could I come in?"
"You - you're really not supposed to," began Ginny uncertainly.
"Come now Ginny. It's only me, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived," said Harry teasingly.
With that Ginny's pretty face broke out into a smile and she stepped aside to allow Harry into the room, which was quite messy at the time. Harry turned to face Ginny as soon as she had closed the door. He hid the rose under his robes, not wanting her to see it just yet.
"So you read my message," said Ginny slowly.
Harry nodded. "Yes, yes I did Ginny. And I must say I'm quite impressed."
Ginny blushed a furious shade of red that matched her hair perfectly. "Well, I must admit to getting some help on finding the lyrics," she admitted.
"All the same, it was very clever of you," said Harry, smiling a little, "and I wanted to tell you what I really thought of you, Miss Weasley."
The smile vanished instantly from Ginny's face as though she had just been hit with a thousand bludgers. She fiddled nervously with her hands as she waited for Harry to speak.
Harry slowly withdrew the rose from the depths of his robes and held it out to Ginny, the choker glistening in the late afternoon light.
"Ginny Weasley," Harry said softly, "I love you."
Ginny gasped and tears of joy filled her eyes. "The twelfth rose! Oh, Harry! That's so romantic! And I - I love you too. Thank you so much Harry."
"Don't thank me," said Harry as he took the choker and put it around Ginny's neck, "Thank fate."
And with that Harry wrapped Ginny in his arms and gave her a tender kiss, the first of many for the two of them to share.
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A/N: So what do you think? Should I continue this in a sequel? I was thinking of maybe doing a fic like this for Ron and Hermione or maybe Hermione and Snape. :) Hey, you never know! But please tell me what you think about this story and the possibility of another one like and/or a sequel. Chao for now!