Disclaimer: I am (unfortunately) not, under any circumstances, J.K. Rowling, and do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: Don't you love it when a holiday rolls around and you're like: "HECK YEAH! I'm gonna write some holiday themed fics!" But the moment you sit down at your computer, tablet, laptop, pad of paper, typewriter, etc., NOTHING comes to your mind? Yeah, that kind of happened for me… I was SO ready for "The Day of Fluff" on February 14th, but I had absolutely no inspiration when it actually came… a week or two later and I'm just like: "I have a great idea for a Valentine's Day fic!" And this happened… I don't know… I hope you enjoy…

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"Hey, Gin." Harry said as he slipped into the kitchen. Ginny had woken up earlier, and must've decided to make breakfast, because Harry smelled the delicious aroma of her eggs. Ginny grinned. "Do you know what day it is?" Harry asked.

"A Tuesday." Ginny answered.

"No, the date, dear."

"It's… February something? I don't know." Ginny muttered. "It's the twelfth, isn't it?"

"No… close…"

"Thirteenth, then?"

"One off."

"Fourteenth? Huh, I can't believe I was off by two."

"February fourteenth. Do you know what that means?"

"February fourteenth… Oh!" Ginny's eyes widened. "Teddy's coming over tomorrow!" She exclaimed. Teddy had his own flat, but he occasionally visited the Potter Manor, and Harry welcomed him with open arms.

"Yes, and…"

"Just tell me, Harry!" Ginny threw her hands up, exasperated.

"It's Valentine's Day, Ginny." Harry informed her.

"Oh. I thought we established years ago that Valentine's Day is stupid. I, personally, hate it." Ginny said, placing the eggs on a plate for herself and Harry.

"Well… I just remembered an… interesting memory about Valentine's Day." Harry told her as they sat down at the dining table.

"And what would that be? The time Romilda Vane sent you chocolates filled with love potion? Or the awkward date with Cho Chang at Madam Puddifoot's?" Harry cringed.

"Don't remind me. But… I'm thinking of a Valentine I got sent one year…" Ginny raised an eyebrow. "It was a song, I believe…" Harry smirked. "It went a little something like this…"

"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,"

"No!"

"His hair is as dark as a blackboard."

"Harry-"

"I wish he was mine,"

"Harry James Potter-"

"He's really divine,"

"Harry, I swear to Merlin-"

"The hero who conquered the Dark Lord!"

"Harry!" Ginny buried her face in her hands.

"I think it was quite the ballad, don't you?" Harry asked.

"I was eleven, Harry! Will you let it go?"

"I think we should sing it again."

"NO!"

"His eyes-"

"HARRY!"

"-are as green as a fresh pickled toad,"

"Stop!"

"His hair is as dark as a blackboard,"

"If you sing one more word-"

"I WISH HE WAS MINE,"

"So mature, Harry."

"HE'S REALLY DIVINE!"

"I hate you."

"THE HERO WHO CONQUERED THE DARK LORD!"

"I make one mistake when I'm eleven years old and now I'll never hear the end of it."

"Just wait until I remind George."

"Oh, Merlin."

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A/N: I just want to thank faerieMagic07 with whom I had a debate about Dramione. If you have a rebutal, I'd love to hear it! :)