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Ginny smiled in triumph as she finished her next poem. She'd never felt so happy, so alive! She knew Harry had feelings for her!



He left his homework out

The other night.

I lifted it up, in hopes of returning it

When out slipped what I'd hoped for.

Scrawled was my hopes, my dreams, my fears

By his own hand, his own mind

It was a poem, one he'd written

Probably while watching me

It told of his love for me only,

His hope that I felt as truly!

I don't know how to tell him

But somehow I know,

I dream not in vain.



Ginny did not fold this one. Instead, she waited until the common room was empty to place it beside Harry's homework. She hoped that he would find it, and preferably not Ron.