"Harry, we need to talk." Ginny repeated.
"Yeah, yeah, you're right. Harry agreed. "You're not going with us to find the Horcruxes." he said firmly.
"Just because we have feelings for each other doesn't mean that you get to order me around, Harry Potter!" Ginny said indignantly.
"Don't you understand, Ginny?" Voldemort and the Death Eaters will know that I love you. They'll know that all they have to do to get me is to get their hands on you. And you know I can't let that happen." Harry pleaded.
Ginny was silent, tears shining in her eyes. "You love me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I've always loved you. Didn't you know that?" he said with a crooked smile.
"I knew that you did just not…in a romantic way." Ginny replied. "Harry, if we deny our feelings because we're afraid of what Voldemort might do, we're letting him win, don't you see?"
Harry widened his eyes as the truth sunk in. "You're right." he said simply. He moved to where Ginny was on the bed and put his hand on her face, leaned over and gave her a long and meaningful kiss. "I love you, Ginny Weasley. I always have, I always will.
Ginny sat there, tears streaming down her face. "I love you too, Harry.
Harry and Ginny sat on the bed holding on to one another, afraid to let go. Finally, Ginny said. "Come on, let's go down and tell mum the good news. She could use some." Hand in hand, Harry and Ginny ran downstairs to many hugs and well wishes.