She had hair like red silk, and before I knew, I was moving my hand towards her, to move her fiery mane out the way, to brush it behind her ear. I couldn’t help myself. I knew. I knew she was Ron’s little sister but she was Ginny to me. No she was Gin.
“Harry,” She spoke quietly, faint rosy blush settling over those freckled cheeks of hers. I looked at her, unsure, but, I knew what I wanted to do.
She was hypnotic, addictive, beautiful. Mine.
I moved my lips to hers, like a moth to a Weasley flame.
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