Valentine's Day was a holiday that Ginny considered one of those fake holidays. It was for girly, giggly girls to feel better about themselves and giggle over boys. Ginny really didn't feel the need to make such a fuss over Valentine's, especially if that meant being chased around by charmed pink hearts, and frill. Most of the time, she found it easier to ignore all the hype surrounding Valentine's Day. It also gave her more of an excuse to steer clear of Madame Puddifoot's when Hogsmeade trips fell on the weekend of Valentine's day.
Ginny was flipping through a book about taking care of quidditch brooms, when she heard a voice behind her. A voice that she could recognize with her eyes closed and buried in a box at the bottom of the ocean. A bright smile tugged at her lips, "Hey Harry," Placing the book back on the shelf, she turned to looked up at him, "How're you? I thought you would have been avoiding Diagon like it was some sort of plague since the decorations went up." Nodding towards the window which faced out to Diagon, coated in sickly bright pinks and reds and whites.