Ginny Weasley was in the library, trying to write a letter at Harry about her feelings, yet she was so far unsuccessful.

(The following is written in Ginny's notebook.)

Dear Harry,

I don't know how to tell you this… I think I may be in love with you.

Okay, try again. That just sucked.

Dear Harry,

Should I write Dear Harry? Or just Harry? I think… yeah, dear Harry is better… right?

Dear Harry,

I love you.

That is way too straightforward! What is wrong with me? Can't I just write a simple letter?

(The rest is not written in Ginny's notebook.)

"It would appear that you can't," said Harry, who was reading over Ginny's shoulder.

She could feel her face growing hot. She decided not to face him as she replied, "yeah. I fear that I suck at writing."

"So do I," said Harry, "that's why I decided just to come and tell you."

"Tell me what?" asked Ginny, not getting the hint.

"Why, what do you think?"

"I honestly don't know."

"You should. It's pretty obvious."

"Can't you just tell me what you want to tell me now?" asked Ginny.

"Why?"

"Because this argument is pointless, and…"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" asked Harry.

"Yes, I am," answered Ginny, "and it is obvious that you don't return my—um—feeling, so…"

"And why is that obvious?"

"Because—" replied Ginny, frustrated, "you are being infuriating, and if you loved me, then you wouldn't be patronizing to me right now."

"Patronizing? Hardly. Did it ever occur to you that I am perhaps as nervous as you, and that I simply and better at hiding my feelings my now?"

"Well—no, but if you loved me then you would…" her voice trailed off. She didn't want to embarrass herself any further if that were possible.

"I would what?" asked Harry. His tone surprised her. It was soft, and it wasn't mocking her, not that it was before…

"Then you would kiss me," she said, not sure how he would react to that.

"Kiss you? But I thought that you didn't like the straight-forward approach," he said. Was he teasing her? She couldn't tell.

"Well… I guess, then, you would be a bit nervous. Then we would have some pointless conversation to build up to it. And then you would tell me. And then I suppose we may kiss."

"Well… we've had some pointless conversation, is this considered, how did you put it… 'building up to it'?

"No."

"But now that we've been talking, remember the first aspect of the conversation."

"Which was…?" asked Ginny. Her head was beginning to hurt, and she just wanted to go lay down.

"I told you instead of writing, I would just come and tell you. Do you understand now, what I wanted to tell you—or do I have to say it?"

Ginny realized then that Harry was nervous. He was fidgeting and his awkward stance seemed to scream uncertainty. Why hadn't she noticed it before? She thought of his words… it was then that it dawned on her.

"You were planning on telling me exactly what I was going to tell you… that you're in love with me," she said, shocked. When he didn't answer for a minute, she began to get nervous. That probably wasn't what he meant, and she had just made a fool of herself.

"Was that considered telling you? Or do I still need to do that before I kiss you?" he asked.

"You can just kiss me," she said, smiling now, as was he. And he did just that.