My Dear Ginny

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Miss Ginny Weasley

Gryffindor Tower

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry



My Dear Ginny,

I don't know if I will have the nerve to owl this to you, but I wanted to write it anyway – if only to get things off my chest. Since the first day that I saw you in the Great Hall, I have admired your strength and independence. It can't be easy living in the shadow of your brothers, and things must have been tough for you.

There was something about you , that first time I saw you – you were nervous, but I knew you'd be fine. When you sat on the stool at the front of the whole school, and put on the sorting hat, I just held my breath. I knew nothing about you, but I somehow felt drawn to you. At the time, it was just a schoolboy crush. I thought you were so beautiful, but my emotions were so mixed up that I didn't really think it could be too serious. Looking back, it seems like I was in love with someone new every week.

Your second year here was worst for me. I was in the fourth year, and I spent more time wondering what you were doing than I spent on my own work. I had your timetable memorized, and I would try to picture you in your classes. Hufflepuff lost a good few housepoints because of my daydreaming about you!

It seems clearer, now, though. I've had this 'crush' on you for more than four years. If I don't tell you soon, I will have left the school and I will never be able to say it. I will be leaving at the end of the year, and I hate the thought of leaving Hogwarts. What will I do without seeing you every day?

You smile at me when we pass in the corridor, and I think that maybe you like me a little, but I'm not sure. I can't help staring at you in the Great Hall, but I don't think you've ever noticed. I want to tell you who I am, but I don't think I could stand it if you told me you weren't interested.

I will try to talk to you tomorrow, or maybe the day after, but every time I try, I get too nervous.

You are beautiful and gentle and so sweet. I want to tell you how I feel, but I'm terrified. I suppose I should also tell you that I've spent the afternoon in Hogsmeade, and have had a little to drink. It doesn't alter the way I feel about you, but it has given me the nerve to tell you, even if you don't know who I am.

If I do owl this to you, I hope that you don't hate it.

Whether I tell you face to face or not – I love you.

Your devoted admirer.