Parvati:

"Dusky eyes, made your heart crawl,
We were even a couple in the Yule Ball,
The darkest of hair,
A charming air,
I was a picture-perfect Indian doll!"

Harry:

"True, you were a unique creation,
But like a forever-giggling radio station,
Gossipy and silly,
Yet what annoyed me,
Most, was you were too fond of Divination!"

Cho:

"Harry, what went wrong? Why the rift?
Didn't my hair-shine give your spirits a lift?
You liked me so,
All through three and four,
Then why did we fall apart in the fifth?"

Harry:

"Yes Cho, we had come real close,
But then life lost colour, became morose,
You were worried sick,
Ever lost in Cedric,
Too little of a woman, too much of a hose!"

Ginny:

"And me, Harry? I had it all,
Popular, pretty, smart and tall,
I still have the heart,
To face Voldemort,
Then why, oh why, did we fall?"

Harry:

He turned to her slowly and sighed.
"I never loved you," whispered; she cried,
"You were my mate's sis,
All because of this,
I...I'm sorry, Ginny, I lied."

The Readers, in unison:

"Harry, when will we see the day,
A girl in your arms, tell us, pray,
We only have the last book,
So, sniff around and look
Or a bachelor forever, do you wish to stay?

Harry:

"Ah yes, but I hath realise,
In the purest of my hearts, lies...
A silly little girl,
Blonde hair in curls,
Draping those mysteriously misty eyes..."