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A/N: I do write the poems myself.

Harry didn't pay any attention in History of Magic. He sat at the back, hardly daring to believe his luck, writing to his Ginny. He had never remembered feeling this way about another person.



I'm sure we can learn

That word together.

Know that I'm yours,

And yours forever.

If you're mine

I'll be waiting, Ginny

By the lake at nine.



At break, Harry dashed up to Gryffindor Tower and put the note on her bed so that Ginny would know to meet him at the lake that night. It was quite a surreal feeling, leaving the poem for Ginny.

Harry dashed back down stairs for Transfiguration, hoping to not be late.