Author's Note- Okay, someone asked for a Hermione/Harry one. Well, here's one from Hermione's point of view. Hope it turns out all right, and not too sappy. Hee hee.
My dear journal,
It is I, Hermione Granger, yet again. I have been absent for half of today, journal, to help Ginny out. She has had a crush on someone, and I now know whom. Although that is for me to know and you to find out.
Harry and I have helped Ginny to our greatest power, but it seems to not work. Ginny will have to confront this someone herself and tell him how she feels. Just like myself, actually.
Only recently have I found that I truly love Harry. I had been hiding it for some time, and thinking that I really liked Ron, but all of that has changed. Today, yes, journal, today, I told Harry how I felt. I told him how I hadn't known it 'till recently when he got injured in quidditch practice. I told him that I had been hiding it, afraid that he wouldn't feel the same. Then I apologized. By then, I was crying, and both Ginny and that someone was looking half amused, and half sad for me, which is highly uncommon for Ginny's crush to do.
Why do I love Harry? It is very-extremely- hard to explain why to you. Harry is never afraid, that I know of. He always knows what to do, and he always chooses the right thing to do. Yes, these things are true, but these are not the things that I love him for. I love him for the smallest tiniest details that make him who he is.
The way he isn't afraid to show his emotions to me and the way he trusts me are two of them. I love his smile, his laugh, that same laugh that sends shivers up and down my spine. The way he says my name, so soft and so delicately. His scar, his broken glasses, the way he is when he gets angry. The way his hair is uncontrollable, and the way he sleeps. The way he walks, and the way he does what he wants to.
I know Harry Potter like the back of my hand. I know his emotions, when he's mad, sad, agitated, confused. I know how his eye's look when he means something sincerely. His wonderful, soft, green eyes, his light touch on my arm. Every little detail about him makes me smile.
Harry had looked at me with those soft green eyes, and whispered to me, to subdue my tears. He had held me tight, his arms embracing me, his fingers locking behind my back. Then, then, journal, he kissed me.
His soft lips locked mine, and a thousand wonderful scenes flashed in my head. Harry, studying by the fireplace, looking deep into my eyes, laughing. Harry, rescuing Fluer's sister and Ron in the second task. Harry, seizing the snitch, and winning the quidditch match for Gryffindor once again.
Harry's arms were still around me, and my own arms were locked behind Harry's neck. He had stopped kissing me, and was now searching my eyes for an answer of some kind. I shook my head, and pulled him forward once more, kissing him with all of my strength.
I could hear Ginny whispering to her crush, and could hear a few whistles from other classmates, but none of it was important to me. All that mattered to me then was that Harry loved me back.