Dearest Ginny,

Well this is awkward. Luna told me it's easier to explain things in writing, but I am so nervous its probably not going to make sense anyways.

I've loved you for long time now. There. I said it. I love you. You don't know how much I really do. It started in my 4th year, when I saw you and Neville dancing at the Yule Ball. Man, I was mad. I wanted to go over there and torture Neville just for being near you. I wanted to yell at you, for going with him, for letting me pass you by without thought. My heart ached that night, Gin.

It happened again in 5th year. When your dad was bitten. I wanted to go over to you and to hug you, to tell you it would be all right. But it was my fault. I could not tell you that, I had no clue! And it didn't help that you were dating Dean at the moment.

You seemed so strong in those days, unlike all the other girls who cry every time they can. You were so independent, not giving a damn what anyone thought.

And in 6th year. You were finally mine. It wasn't fair. We could not be together, your future was free, but mine reeked of death. For a while I considered asking you to come with Ron, Hermione and I. In the end I decided against it, I could not risk your life, your soul. You needed to learn, too. And Ron might not be so happy with you coming. I was heartbroken. I wanted you, needed you.

When I was out looking for horcruxes, when we heard you got in trouble with Snape, I about died. Was there a reason to live without you? Without your smile? Your laugh? I did not want you harmed in any way. I would not be able to bear it. That's why I worked so hard to kill Voldemort, so you wouldn't be harmed. Your smile would still be in place, your laugh. And then Fred was gone. I knew I had failed you. I pained me to see tears in your eyes, flowing down your cheeks, covering the beautiful mouth that was unusually solemn.

When Tom was gone you were the first person I thought of, because I knew you were safe. Your mom took Bellatrix out, and you were done fighting. Molly made that clear. We could be together. All reasons not to be were gone. Voldemort was gone, his soul in me was gone, my burden was gone.

Here we are today, 3 years later. You are more independent and beautiful than ever, and you are mine.

One last thing:

Ginevra Weasley, would you marry me?

-Harry

P.S Look behind you