I always loved Harry Potter. In my mind, he was the ideal boyfriend: handsome, smart, caring, valiant. He even had a fairly good sense of humor. Just the mention of his name sent shivers down my spine. Dear Lord, I loved that boy.
I would always hope, every night, that he would notice little Ginny Weasley. In fact, that's why I would go out with so many different boys - in hopes that he would become jealous and notice me.
My heart was broken when I heard he kissed Cho Chang. There was his first kiss, down the drain, and I wasn't there for it. I wanted to give him his first kiss so badly, but it didn't happen. He was too wrapped up in Cho to notice, anyway. But, then again, who notices little Ginny Weasley?
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It was just another ordinary day in the middle of summer vacation. Harry was supposed to come any day now, and Mum was in a frenzy, trying to tidy up the house, even though we all knew Harry preferred the house when it was slightly messy. Even though our house was too small, we had a ghoul in the attic, our yard was overrun with gnomes, and we didn't have anything of extreme value in the house, Harry loved it just the same.
When I got a break from cleaning the house, I went up to my room. It wasn't very big. There was a bed with a red satin comforter, a desk with books and papers scattered on it, a closet, and a bookcase. Whatever small amount of floor space there was, was completely bare.
I went over to the bookcase and took down from the highest shelf a black hinged box. This was the box where I kept all the things I found important but didn't want to show my family. It had a special shrinking charm on it that made it able for me to store quite a lot of stuff in there, because it all shrank when I put it inside.
I took a photograph of Harry out of the box. It immediately grew to its normal size. As I held it in my hands, I studied it carefully, just like I did every time. It was a little blurry, since it was snapped by Colin when Harry wasn't looking. I loved it all the same, though. It was perfect, just like him. I kissed the picture.
"Come here soon, O.K.?" I asked the picture in a whisper. "Every day I spend without you is torture. I love you." I quickly put the picture back in the box, for fear of someone listening.
"GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-NNY!" Mum called from downstairs. "WE JUST GOT A LETTER FROM HARRY. HE'S COMING TOMORROW."
My heart started fluttering wildly in my chest. Harry, the love of my life, was coming tomorrow! I couldn't wait! Everything had to be absolutely perfect for him. I ran downstairs to help Mum with all the cleaning.