Oh, Merlin. Where … where to start?

I love … I love your hair. No, I don't. I prefer it when it's all sleek and shiny, but it's hardly ever like that. I like it then.

I like your smile. You don't smile an awful lot, but when you do it's sort of … captivating.

I love your obsession with getting things right. Well, it makes me laugh.

I don't like your cooking. No offence.

Although you can make spaghetti Bolognese. That's quite nice.

I love the way you fuss over me. It's nice, you know? Well, sometimes it gets a bit much, but like … like when I haven't come home from a mission. And I'm gone for days. And when I do come home, you're there by the door, awake no matter what time of the day, wide-eyed and wild-haired …

(OK, maybe I do like your hair)

… and you'll throw yourself at me and … well, I'm not going into what happens then, but it's cool.

I love how it's always you who goes to pieces. Not me. You really wouldn't have made a good Auror. You're better … doing what you do …

D'you know something?

I heard some people the other day, in the Atrium. They were saying, "that Hermione Weasley would make a good Minister, don't you think?"

It was all I could do not to leap out and shout "that's my wife!"

Well …

All right, I did. They didn't laugh, though. They said nice things. Harry laughed. Like he hasn't got a hundred newspaper clippings about Ginny plastered over the walls of his cubicle.

You're really, really clever. And I won't ever be as good at thinking as you are.

And I'm really, really glad that you kissed me that time.

That year - when you went back to school? And I didn't? Blimey. I really missed you. It was like … I'd had this wasp buzzing around my ear for eight years, and then it was suddenly gone. And I wanted that wasp back.

You cry too much. But I'm quite good at stopping it now, so that's OK.

You help everyone. It's like you can't resist it. I like that.

You leave books everywhere. In the bathroom, in the kitchen … I even tried reading one the other day. Couldn't understand it. But you can, and that's mental.

In a good way, I think.

The week before our wedding, when you had a panic attack after trying to organise everything, and you just sat down and said "I'm not doing it!" - that was wicked. And then you didn't. You didn't do it. And our wedding was the best one I've ever been to.

I love the moments when you just snap. Like when you hit Malfoy! I think that was when I … when I … fancied you. A bit. Don't get bigheaded.

I nearly fainted when you told me that you only went out with McLaggen to make me jealous. Maybe whooping and punching the air was a bit much, but I thought … well, it doesn't matter now. You chose me, right?

I …

This is really difficult to say.

I …

If you were here now, you'd be saying, "oh, just get on with it, Ron!"

So … here goes.

I sort of love you. Not even sort of. I do. I'm really really glad you're here. There. Everywhere. With me.

Er … so, is that all?

This was getting quite popular, so I thought I'd carry it on with other characters and their other halves. This one is a bit different. Darling Ron. He's not the most romantic, even if his emotional range is more the size of a tablespoon these days.

Hermione should be coming soon. Hope you like it.