Harry and Ginny

She looked into his eyes, a little bright and reddened from the recently shed tears. She saw the pain in them, and the determination and tried her best to let him know that even though she didn't like it, she understood.

'Well... I can't say I'm surprised.' she said. He could surprise her at times, but the rest of the time? She knew and understood him like the back of her hand.

'I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting down Voldemort.' she told him. 'Maybe that's why I like you so much.' He stood up, his expression regretful and walked over towards the lake.

'You know what? Scratch that.' she said to his back, knowing full well that he couldn't hear her now. 'That's why I love you so much. Yes, I love you, Harry Potter. Good luck. You better come back to me one day'

Almost a year later

He heard the door open and someone enter. He turned around to find his ex girlfriend, battle-worn, looking at him. She looked tired and haggard, her robes torn and singed in places, her eyes puffy and swollen from tears and lack of sleep, her red hair matted with dirt.

He continued to stare at her, taking her in. Even in her current state, he felt stupid. Stupid, to have never ever fully realised how truly brave and beautiful she was.

On impulse, he strode forward, green eyes never leaving the brown. The gap between them crossed in an instant. And he kissed her – with such fierceness and greed that he didn't know what had come over him. But she pulled him closer and responded with equal passion and he stopped thinking about anything else but her.

'She needs to know.' he thought. She needed to know. He needed to tell her; how much it meant to him – the fact that she had waited for him, that she never gave up on him. She needed to know how much it meant to him, how much she meant to him, how much he appreciated her, her bravery, her resolution, her determination. She needed to know.'

'I love you, Ginny' he whispered to her as they broke apart. 'I love you.'