And, when I finally finished Deathly Hallows, and found out she had married Ron, it made my heart swell to know that she finally got the man who she fell in love with her Sixth Year.
Harry Potter was snoring loudly. He had been sitting in a chair beside his bedroom window for the best part of four hours, staring out at the darkening street, and had finally fallen asleep with one side of his face pressed against the cold windowpane, his glasses askew and his mouth wide open. The misty fug his breath had left on the window sparkled in the orange glare of the streetlamp outside, and the artificial light drained his face of all color, so that he looked ghostly beneath his shock of untidy black hair.
The room was strewn with various possessions and a good smattering of rubbish. Owl feathers, apple cores, and sweet wrappers littered the floor, a number of spellbooks lay higgledypiggledy among the tangled robes on his bed, and a mess of newspapers sat in a puddle of light on his desk.
This never gets old
I really dislike the way they portrayed the romantic scenes between Harry and Ginny. I mean, it was so weird when Ginny ties Harry’s shoe or when she feeds him with the cookie. I guess, I’d definetely ship them in the books, but in the movies.. never!