"I used to dream about boys like you, you know? Boys with mellow hearts and pretty eyes, who'd sing me songs and make me laugh. I've never met anyone in my life with such a ridiculous capacity for love, and I didn't know how to deal with it. Suddenly my failsafe was obsolete. It scared the shit out of me, but I couldn't stay away. You made it so easy to come back every time. The more you gave, the more I wanted to give back, and the more I got to know you, the more I believed that you'd be worth the risk." Her eyes flit down nervously to the box in Harry's hands. "And maybe we won’t work out, because I can tell you right now that I’ll be difficult, and that we’ll fight, because I’m a very confrontational person, and I’ll drive you up the walls eventually. But I want to fight with you. And even if it doesn’t work out, it would've been worth it just to have you talk about me the way you talk about Ginny." She looks back up at him, then. "So, I love you, too. I've been meaning to tell you." 