Ginny opened her eyes, less than excitedly.

Today would be the day that she met her secret poet! She hoped it was someone great… They were defiantly smart, for their poetry was outstanding. Could it be Draco? He was great… But it couldn't be! Her poetry would arrive when they were together sometimes! No. It wasn't Draco. She ruled him out of her head.

Standing up, Ginny slipped her pajamas off her shoulders. Her black robes were staring at her as she slipped on the first white knee-high. Next she slid on her Mary-Janes and then her white skirt and tee-shirt. She was nervous…  She had no idea when her poem was going to come! She just wished it would come to her so her nervousness would cease.

She walked slowly into her advanced Potions class. Professor Snape looked her up and down.

"You're late Miss Weasley." Ginny sighed and looked down, her small hands shaking as they tried to keep hold of her bag.

"I'm sorry professor. I did-" Snape shook his head and took her arm, pushing her toward an empty chair.

"Just sit Miss Weasley. Mr. Malfoy, help her."

Ginny leaned over his shoulder and wrote down quickly as was possible. Draco's lips grazed her ear softly.

"I'll take points off next time you're late Miss Weasley…" Ginny's heart jumped at Draco's brazen whisper. Her writing became quicker as his hand slid down her leg. Gently, he drew pictures with his finger against her soft white skin. She felt her hands begin to get distracted as her handwriting became loads messier.

"Move your hand," she growled under her breath at him.

He smiled, looking from her thigh back up to his hand,

"Ok." His hand trailed from her knee to the underside of her robe, and under her skirt. Gently, he began tracing little circles against her inner thigh.

Ginny swallowed.

"Very funny. You know that's not what I meant." He smiled. The sudden withdrawal of his warm hand made her slightly gloomy.

"Alright then. I'll see you after classes though. We'll continue this…" he gave her neck a soft peck, "then." He quickly went back to his work before Snape could say the words that his mouth so wanted to say.

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As she walked the corridors, she saw plenty of suspects. Boy after boy watched her, teacher after teacher passed her by.

Word of her letters finally coming to an end passed like an arrow through a forest full of wildebeests. There were very few that didn't know, and those that didn't were quite obviously lying.

She stepped into her Charms class almost fifteen minutes late. Nothing was said. Her test had an A on the top right hand corner. She was completely confused about everything. Why wasn't she being yelled at?

Ginny stood when Charms, her worst subject, was over. Her next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. She didn't like the subject, but at least Professor Lupin was back!

Sitting down, Ginny slid her bag off of her shoulder and dropped it to the ground. This was going to be one long day…

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Ginny trudged up the steps to Gryffindor Tower. There it was… The letter… The last letter that she was ever going to receive from this mystery person…

She lifted the envelope and almost had a heart attack when she turned it around so she could open it. There it was. T he Hogwarts Seal. She knew that she wasn't in trouble because they never sent you things like this. She opened the letter and looked at it, suddenly hyperventilating. At the very bottom of the poetically formatted paper was a name. But not just any name. Signed in loopy, curvy, very fantastic handwriting, it was clearly written,

'Albus Dumbledore.'

Standing up from her seat on the bed, Ginny ran. This was all such a huge embarrassment! There she was, expecting the romance of a lifetime and the letters were being written by her ten million year old Headmaster!

She tumbled through the doors until she reached the outside world. There in the corner were some other Gryffindor's that she knew.  Dina McGrinna She was the year ahead of her, a 7th year with strawberry blonde, shoulder length hair. Her hazel eyes made her the most wanted 7th year girl in Gryffindor. Her freckles and fair skin, plus her Quidittch habits just added to that fact. Her family were all Knights, that fact was well known also.

As Ginny ran out, Dina's twin brother Jarlath waved and smiled, but Ginny's eyes were too full of tears to even notice.

She also, hardly noticed that Draco had seen her running all the way from the Pitch, and was now following her from high above her head.

Ginny was leaned against a large tree, her tears soaking it.

"Ginny?" He hopped off his broom nearly fifteen feet from the ground.

"What's the matter Gin?"  She gripped the front of his shirt, her eyes draining themselves of the extra water.

"It was a trick… They were making a huge fool out of me…" Draco kissed the top of her head.

"What are you talking about? Who made a fool of you?" She wiped her nose.

"I got the last letter today." She wiped her nose again. Draco took her face in his hands and wiped her wet eyes. He first kissed her right eyelid, and then the left.

"The name on the envelope said Albus Dumbledore!" Draco sighed and pulled her into his lap.

"Accio Poem."  Within minutes, the latest poem was in his hands and he opened it.

"I don't want to hear it!" she wailed, but he held her tightly in place.

"At least give him the chance to explain. You have to at least read it." That was when Ginny realized how utterly disgusting it was that there was a possibility that her headmaster had a crush on her… It was just utterly gross!

"'You chose him

Over me,'" Draco read,

"'That's ok

But you want more

To know who I am

I'm Headmaster Dumbledore.

I knew who you wanted

And who wanted you.

I set you up dearies

I set up you two.

Now please don't be terribly

Angry with me

I just wanted both of you

To be eternally happy.

                    Dumbledore'"

Ginny swallowed the saliva that was at the back of her throat. He set her up?

"He set me up? Eternally happy? Who would want me?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"Ginny?" Ginny looked up at him with her bright brown eyes.

"What?" He rolled his eyes and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. He pulled away and she licked her lips.

"Oh…"