Disclaimer: Let me think. . .IT ALL BELONGS TO J.K.R!!!

Ginny received the owl at breakfast. She looked along at Harry who smiled, then he looked away from her. Ginny borrowed a quill from her friends and began scribbling her reply on a scrap piece of parchment.



Harry I like you, I like you a lot

Just a friend, I am not

I don't know how to explain

My feelings to you. . .

But know this I do

I like you for who you are

Not for your fame, by far!

Love is a funny word,

A word I cannot say

You can teach me how, you know

But that is up to you.



Ginny got up to get ready for class, but she shouldered past Harry, slipping him her new poem. She felt his hand grasp hers for a second, but the moment was gone. However, Ginny knew Harry would be reading her message in class.



Tell me, is this getting corny?

HyperCaz