Harry never had much time to think about what love would look like. But when he did, he would always picture it as a red head girl, with an easy smile and kind eyes. Maybe it was because of his mother.
Ginny seemed to adjust pretty well in this description by 6th year, so he tought she was it.
But then, love came crashing for real, without notice, a few years later.
And love had white blond hair, grey eyes, a sneer and a dark past.

And Harry Potter was never happier in his life than in the years he spend by Draco Malfoy’s side.