Harry watched Ginny as she entered the common room; a cute giggly smile on her little lips. He sighed, watching her walk across the room. Why couldn't he have guts when it came to her? Why did he always hide when she was around?

"Hey Gin?" he called, watching her long red hair fly around her hips.

"Hey Harry. I didn't see you. How was your day?" He pulled a hand through his hair.

"It was good. I was wondering if-"

"Ginny! There's another one!"

Ginny squealed and ran up the stairs as quickly as she could.

Harry sighed.

"Oh well… Maybe later…"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"'My Princess yes she is

Oh yes my queen

She gets what she wants

All from me

She Is my darling

My sweet love

Oh how I need her

My baby beautiful.

But she doesn't love me

Does she?

My baby beautiful

Loves me not

She loves me not

She loves me not…'"

All the girls sat around watching as Ginny read it aloud.

"Wow…" she whispered to herself.

"He loves you! Well, you have to love him back!" Ginny looked up at her friend.

"Spring! I don't even know who this person is and how can I love someone that I don't even know?" Spring shrugged.

"But he sounds so sad…"

Ginny laughed lightly.

"He's such a good poet… I wish I knew who he was just so he could teach me how to write!"

Ginny looked at Spring. She was such a good poet and she wanted a teacher… Ginny looked around the room.

The vase was moved. She had a vase on her desk that never moved but it was moved. In front of it was a white rose. Nobody knew that she liked white roses… nobody at all knew…

She stood next to the flower. There was only one… She lifted it and smelled it.

It was beautiful and there was no doubt about it. She put it back in the vase.

"I'm going to sleep mates. I'll see you in the morning."

~*~*~*~*~*~

When Ginny opened her eyes, her arms were wrapped around a bear. A stuffed one.

But it wasn't hers. Or at least it wasn't the day before…

'A teddy bear here for your thoughts

and kissing him will help your heart

although it never will be me,

you having it will make me happy…'

Ginny looked at the bear.

"I'll name you Ray…" (A/N hehe, my teddy bears name!)

Running her fingers through her hair, she felt something… It was a red rose…

Roses were so addictive to her… She loved them so much! They smelled so sweet!

~*~*~*~*~*~

'Everything about her

All of it

Makes my mouth water…

Every inch of her makes me hungry

But I can do nothing.

She is forbidden…

She looks at me, and who does she see?

She's known me forever

I'm nobody to her.

When the stars fall, I'll hold her

But it wasn't me she saw

She doesn't want to see me…'

As he finished his poem, he looked at his owl.

"Take it to her my dear…"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ginny stepped into the library. It was so early… Draco was already at the table with his wand tapping the back of his chair.

"You're late."

Ginny looked at her watch.

"Only by three minutes and sixteen seconds!" Draco stood.

"I said I didn't want you late and I mean what I say. If you're late again you can forget about these lessons." Ginny nodded obediently.

"Sit down. I take it that you have a poetry notebook?" Ginny nodded and pulled it out of her robes.

"Let me see one of your poems."

He read Princess Bella Mae.

"Ok kid, you need some serious help."

He pulled out a piece of parchment.

Writing quickly, Ginny watched him work with amazement.

'It's delicate shape

The color of snow

The winds stimulation

Makes it appear to glow

It's luxurious stem

As green as the grass

Is suddenly picked

By a spoiled young glass.'

As she read it over she looked up at him.

"You're terribly good…"

He half smiled.

"That's an oxy-moron is it not?"

She rolled her eyes.

"I don't really care." Ginny looked at the paper and re-read it.

"You're so good at this…"

Draco shrugged.

"I've been writing poetry for a while." Ginny nodded.

"I can tell that."

Draco ran a hand through his hair.

"Ok, I have an idea. I want you to write a poem for me. Hmm… It doesn't have to rhyme. Just write what you feel. Just write and I'll put the format in and we'll be good."

Ginny lifted her quill.

'The-'

"What should I write about?"

Draco groaned.

"I have no idea. Just write for me ok?"

'The star-'

"But I have nothing to write about!"

Draco pulled the quill away.

"Just give me that. I'll start it out for you ok?"

Ginny nodded and watched him write.

'Floating softly in the breeze

Can't you see me?'

"Here, now you go."

"I can not see you

why would I want to see you?

I don't like you

You aren't nice

And you look funny.'

Draco tried not to chuckle as he read over her shoulder.

"Ok Virginia. Maybe we should just find something that you know something about… Here. Here's an author I think you'd like."

He handed her a book of poetry, but she didn't get a chance to see the title before Draco was standing.

"You read that and I'll be right back. I need to use the bathroom."

Ginny looked down at the book.

'Lord Byron…'

She'd heard about him before from her muggle friends but had never actually read anything by him before.

She opened the book and saw a poem on the first page.

She Walks In Beauty

'She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade more, one ray less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!'

Lord Byron (1788-1824)

Ginny looked at the words. That was what she wanted to write like. She knew it now. She wanted to write like this man, oh yes she did, and Draco was going to help her learn how.

When Draco came up behind her, Ginny jumped up.

"I want to write like him."