Her eyes are as blue as the clear day’s sky,
Her hair holds the scent of lavender.
I know that she’s mine, her smile is divine,
The girl who conquered Harry Potter.
“That’s really corny Harry, I hope you know that,” Ginny said, a hint of smile playing around her lips. “And it doesn’t count that you rhymed ‘Potter’ with ‘lavender’, either.”
“Yeah, I guess …” Harry ruffled his hair, looking sheepish. “But you wrote me one in my third year, so I thought it was a good idea at the time …”
Ginny smirked at her boyfriend.”Come here, you,” she pulled him in for a kiss.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ginny.”
