A/N I finally got my Microsoft Word back! I can get everything up the right way! Ok, so far we have come to these conclusions: the poet is neither a Hufflepuff not a Ravenclaw. It is NOT Draco, and the newest piece of information that I will add now: it is not a student, and it is not a teacher. Also, Ginny knows this person very well. Here we go!

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Ginny wandered down the halls, a goofy grin on her face as she thought of the previous day. She wished that would happen more often… As she walked, she didn't notice a shadowy figure behind her, just following her. He was staring, watching everything she did; every place that she went. She was in too much of a daze to even notice, but it was a little frightening to have someone follow you around, now isn't it?

"Miss Weasley, you're late." Ginny bit her lip and looked at Professor McGonagall.

"I'm sorry Professor. I was at the library." She nodded Ginny over to her seat.

Ginny pulled a roll of parchment out and began writing hurriedly.

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Ginny walked into the Great Hall, unaware of the three eyes on her. Her brothers, Draco's, and our infamous poet. Ginny sat by her friend Kayle, and they began speaking of their day.

"I'm sorry Kayle. I'm sure you'll do better next time! But, yea, I have something to tell you. If you tell anyone, I swear on my mother that I'll break your jaw!" Kayle nodded.

"Do tell!" Ginny took a deep breath and relayed the entire story. By the end, Kayle was screaming.

"No way on bloody Mercury!! He did not ki-!"

"Shut the hell up! And yes he did! I know, I could hardly believe it myself!" Kayle looked up only to see Draco's head snap down.

"Are you for real or are you just pulling my leg?" Ginny nodded.

"I'm for real, I swear!" Kayle fanned herself.

"I can't believe this… He's even cuter than Harry! And you have him now!" Ginny shrugged.

"I mean, I don't have him. He kissed me a few times but it's not like we're dating or anything."

Kayle groaned.

"You've snogged him at least thrice and you're not even dating yet?" Ginny shrugged. She hadn't thought about it. He probably didn't even like her like that, why should she worry about going out with him?

Ginny stood up.

"I'll see you in the common room. I have to go study." And with that she was gone.

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Draco watched with hungry eyes as Ginny left the Great Hall. He wanted her… He would have followed her, but her brother's eyes were following her with a vice grip that wouldn't let go. What was it about the girl that made him want? He just felt empty every time he saw her, but wasn't close enough to hold her…

Her whole body was so soft… So vulnerable that he was afraid that if he held her too tightly, she'd bruise. There was nothing about her that he didn't find sexy from her tiny nose to her long luscious legs.

He looked down at his pale hands, covered with scars. Just because she was a Weasley, his house would never understand his decision. If he wanted to be with her, he'd have to hide it from everyone else…

Wait, he didn't want to be with her! A snog. That was all she was good for. A snog… Why was he thinking this way all of the sudden? She was a Weasley, a Gryffindor, poor, a muggle lover… What was it that made him crave her so? The way she had whimpered when he sucked on her neck… The way she had gasped when he grabbed her bottom… She was so virginal like no other girl he had been with before.

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Ginny turned the water in the tub on, the bubbles filling up to the tip of the tub. Untying her robe, she allowed it to slip slowly to the floor. Lifting one pale leg and then the other, she slid into the tub, wetting her hair with steamy water. It felt so good to her aching muscles.

She closed her eyes, allowing the bubbles to surround her body and pop.

'You were almost kind

You were almost true

Don't let me see

That other side of you'

Guster ran through her head. She dipped her head under the water, wetting her whole head. The water smelled like cherries… And so would she when she got out. She didn't mind though. She liked the scent personally. She sighed and rubbed the soap filled poof over her chest, feeling very feminine. Living in a home with so many brothers, the only time she could feel like a girl was when she was taking a bath so she got used to spending hours at a time in there.

Ginny felt the bubbles begin to pop all around her, making her giggle for it tickled her delicate skin. Her hair was so long when it was wet… It nearly touched her bellybutton! She felt the water begin to become cool, so she knew it was time for her bath to sadly come to an end…

Walking into her room, Ginny found her favorite pair of purple pajamas and put them on, not caring that they were too big. She snuggled gently between her covers and lifted up the box full of poetry she had aquired. She didn't even notice the new one on her dexk.

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'Your soft sweet skin

Is tickled sweet

By cherry bubbles oh so neat

Your giggle makes me go so weak

But two poems more and we shall speak.'

Ginny sighed as she read the letter over and over again. Who could this phantom poet be? She wished she knew… He was so good with words… Wait a minute… Why was she so sure that this person was a girl?? The only good male poet she ever met was Draco! All the rest were girls!

That could be why they said it was forbidden for them to be together!

She looked around her room. That would also explain how they knew everything about her… The fact that they had been in there with her when she was in the tub though frightened her…

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A/N What do you think? The story will be done before next week, so you'd better start cracking on guessing who it is! I want someone to cameo in my story! Until next time, Sarah McK