God, he couldn't - couldn't even begin to process all the things that it did to him when she said his name like that. He wasn't Harry Potter, the Auror trainee that they expected to do amazingly with all of his experience in the field, or Harry Potter, who had been responsible for the death of one of his schoolmates because he'd tried to do the right thing. He was just Harry, italics included. Ginny knew he'd tried, knew he'd made mistakes, even if she didn't know all the details, she knew enough to understand him. And she loved him for it, in a way that no one else did.
It seemed like she was asking him for something, and he didn't know what, but he wanted to give it to her. "Ginny?" he asked just as breathlessly, heart beating fast as he looked down at her, skin tingling where her hands had touched it. He couldn't find the words to ask what she wanted, but it was all there in her name, in his expression. Hopefully she'd understand it.