"Do you love me?" "What kind of question is that, of course I love you." "How do you know?" "What?" "How do you know, how do know that it isn't just a passing fancy, that I won't just be a memory of a boyfriend long past?" "I know, because when I look at you I feel complete, when I am apart from you I feel as if my life is ending, you are my water, my nutrients, my only sourc of surival. If there wasn't a you in my life, then I'd just be an empty shell of what I am now. There'd be no happiness, no smiles, no giggles and chuckles, ther'd just be me, distressed and unfeeling. I know I love you, because without you I know nothing, I don't know me, because there isn't a me. Now, you asked me how I knew that I loved you and I told you, are you feeling good now? Is there any more questions you need answered?" "I'm feeling better than good I'm feeling great, and as a matter of fact I do have another question for you, Ginevra Weasley, will you marry me?" "Of course, like it could possibly be anything else. Yes, Yes, Yes! I'll marry you"