Sincerely,
Ginny Weasley.
She smiled as she finished her letter to The Quibbler. Weather it was a suggestion or a letter of appreciation to the editor, Harry never found out.
He looked over to the piece of parchment and saw that she had carefully dotted her "I" in Ginny with a small heart shape.
Ginny.
Ginny who had long, soft hair that he liked to run his fingers through. Who would laugh till her cheeks were flushed red but still wouldn't stop. Ginny whose laugh could bright up the room even at the darkest at times. Ginny whose jokes - even when they weren't funny - made him laugh just by looking at the way her face looked when attempting to pull a silly face.
Ginny who told him that anything was possible when he was upset and managed to make a him feel better. Ginny who knew exactly the time when to listen and when to talk. Ginny who was never afraid to make a stand of what she believed in. Ginny who knew how to think on her feet and managed to keep them out of sticky spots.
Ginny who would stay up late with him, studying. Ginny who would always bring him milk and cookies from the kitchens below before they started their study session. Ginny who liked to ruffle his hair whislt giving him a small smile. Ginny who would lace her fingers around his which made him crack a silly, goofy grin.
Ginny who could make his toes curl with the warmness of her body even with the slightest of contact. Ginny whose body fitted perfectly into his when they hugged. Ginny who knows the way to greet him just after a Quidditch match, no matter whether they won or lost. Ginny who loves to give him chaste, small, lingering kisses by the corners of his mouth, always leaving him wanting more.
"My Ginny." he thought, as he closed the distance between them.