She watched the dew shine on the grass
She watched the embers burn to ash
She saw the sky release the rain
She knew it would never be the same
She laid her head back, dried her tears
She crossed her arms and hid her fears
With a furtive look, she saw him go
Oh, all the things he'll never know
She always thought they'd never part
But now he's been ripped from her heart
"Again." Ginny dipped her eagle quill into her jar of ink, and then thought better of it, and set it on her bedside table. She lay back on her bed, wiping a bit of ink off her nose, and stole a look at the little picture sitting on the table. Harry didn't know that she'd secretly bought pictures from Colin Creevey. Harry didn't know that he'd been the focus of her thoughts and dreams ever since she'd laid eyes on him. How long ago it seemed, but Ginny remembered the day as clearly as if it were the current moment. How attractive he was. Even while he was worrying and fretting, he was still so handsome. How she'd admired him; she couldn't keep herself from staring in awe at his scar. How powerful he must be, to have survived You-Know-Who's curse. She leaned forward to study the picture more closely. The messy hair… the world-famous scar… the dark, perfectly-shaped eyebrows… the strong nose that was just the right size, curving and peaking gently, with brilliant, bright green eyes on either side… and the mouth, the rich, full mouth… Ginny gave herself a little shake, and stirred from her thoughts (which were beginning to get a bit shameful). She grabbed a fresh piece of parchment, and began to write a letter to Harry.
---To be continued---