The one for you is me
I read and re-read the poem over and over. Then it clicked.
Ginny wrote this poem for...me
If only I would've know. We had been alone so many times the last year. If she had wanted me to kiss her, I would've without a thought.
I shook my head as if shaking away the thought. She just couldn't be in love with me. It was so wrong.
Why is it wrong?
It was that bloody voice again. I heard it all the time. Maybe I am a madman, just like the bloody Daily Prophet wrote. I must have made a mistake. Ginny Weasly. Ron's sister. In love. With me. No, no, I must have made a mistake.
She went out with Micheal Corner
Yes, that's right.
But you read it. She never stopped liking you. And Micheal kissed Cho. Ginny Weasly is in love with you Harry Potter
I banged my head against the wall. "SHE - IS - NOT - BLOODY - IN - LOVE - WITH - ME!"
"Who isn't in love with you, Harry?" Hermione walked down the steps from the girls dormitories. She looked at the diary on the desk. "Are you keeping a diary, Harry?"
"It's nothing, Hermione..." she came and grabbed it from the desk. She read over the poem and entry. She looked at me with the infuriated look I saw only once on her face, during our third year when she had punched Malfoy.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! YOU'RE READING HER DIARY!" she was quite red in the face. "SHE HAS LIKED YOU FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY HER? BY READING HER DIARY?!?!"
"Hermione let me, explain..."
"Yeah, Hermione, let him explain" said Ron who had just come down the steps. "Why are you going through my sister's diary?" He was as mad as I had ever seen him. His eyes burned with a rage that told me he could very easily punch me, or do a spell on me. I unconciously grabbed my wand.
"She ran out this morning and left this here, and I didn't realize it was her's until just now." I sat down in an armchair in front of the now extinguished fire in which I talked to Sirius 3 times. I wished his head would pop out now and he could tell me what to do. I put my face in my hands and felt Hermione sit next to me.
"Harry, how could you?" asked Hermione, looking on the verge of tears. Ron was instantly at her side and put an arm around her. That happened alot these days, and it was getting annoying too.
"I didn't know!" I felt my face getting red, but I didn't care. "Do you think I would've chosen to know someone who I am very close to loves me? And feel like I do? I mean, I'm all shaky and my head hurts and I feel like I'm falling off my broom from 100 miles up! But at the same time, I feel as if I'm floating on a cloud, and all this will go away and there is so much bliss it kills me! Do you think I would've chosen to feel all that?" For some reason, Hermion smiled.
"Harry, you're in love."
"How would you know!" she looked up at Ron who looked as if the Hogwarts Express was about to run him over.
"Harry, I think you're in love with my sister." There it was. That word again. Love. I didn't know if I liked it too much.