A/N: This story was revised to follow the lines of the Half-Blood Prince. It has now been dedicated to HermyandRon4eva, because they were the only one to review my story originally. Thank you.

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Harry

I can't help it. I see the miniature water droplets sparkling in your hair, capturing them like a cobweb. The humidity is making your hair curl more than ever. I don't know how I never realized it- it took the whole of 5 years. But now, now I know the truth.

I remember my second year- you're first, that is, when you saw me at the Burrow. Your eyes widened, you face turned and elegant cherry red- almost the same colour as your hair. Everyone says the Weasleys have bright orange hair, but you don't, do you? No, your hair is a dark, seductive red. Possibly one of your most beautiful features- but no, none of your features are able to surpass the others, every part of you is beautiful, from your curly, mussed hair to your pale toenails. I can't help it; I'm completely and utterly infatuated with you.

Do you remember the butter dish incident? I do. How about your wonderful Valentine's Day poem? Oh, how you're brothers teased you about that one. Though I must admit, it was rather embarrassing for me, and I'll bet it was for you as well.

I watch your eyes, enthralled by their endless depths, as you read, your eyes glued to the delicate page. You let out a soft giggle, your sweet lips curling into a tiny smile. Even your hair conveys your happiness, the brightness and bounciness capturing my gaze once again. Over and over again, I ask myself how I could have broken up with you. I must always remind myself that if we were to continue, you would most likely be 6 feet under.

I will quite possibly die soon. I know that, and at this point I don't particularly care. Maybe some weird luck will befall upon me, and I'll be able to keep running forever, or find the remaining Horcruxes and defeat the monster that ruined your first year at Hogwarts, and destroyed everyone I loved. Ah, but I'm wrong. One person is left that I love- you. Your warm brown eyes, they themselves would be enough for me to fall for you. But alas, I care not for your looks. I know you're kind, fierce, and protective. You are also very independent, which obviously causes numerous problems with your overprotective brothers.

Damn your older brothers. Sometimes I think if it weren't for them, I would have realized my love for you sooner, and we would have had longer together. Unfortunately, I didn't. And now, I'm no where near certain if you would ever return to me, after we parted. You told me you never truly gave up on me, and for that I am eternally grateful- I had the chance to be with you for a couple astounding weeks.

I hope I have the chance to say I love you before snake face kills me or I kill him. Then I'll be satisfied. Maybe I'll even get the chance to hear those words spoken to me, you never know. But that's probably just a dream, an empty hope. Oh well.

I know for certain that all this is not the hormones talking; I love you more than anyone, more than Sirius, Dumbledore, my friends, anyone. When you come near, my heart races. When you smile in my direction, my palms become sweaty. Almost anything you do in a 100 meter radius of me will spring some sort of nervous reaction. But the feeling I get when you do one of the fore mentioned things- it's enough to make me want to stride up to you, and kiss with every emotion I have, anger, love, happiness and sadness. I promise my love for you will never wane.

I hope you soon find out how I feel. Maybe my Gryffindor bravery will come out soon, and let me give my heart to you. Personally, I hope it comes out as quickly as possible. I won't be able to handle it much longer. Seeing you try other men out breaks my heart- and yours. I know you're not truly happy with them. You told Hermione so, last night.

I will be here for one more week, long enough only to see Bill and Fleur's wedding. Then I will depart, searching for the final 4 keys to truly vanquish Voldemort. I will quite possibly never see you again.

So pray, Ginny Molly Weasley; that my courage will prevail, and you will discover the truth.

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