Ginny laced her fingers in his, looking briefly down at where he was holding her hand and then back up to meet his eyes. "I hope you will, Harry. Because... because I want you to survive and come home and not just- not just because of me, you know? Because I think you deserve to actually just get to live your life for once." Then she ducked her head and admitted, "But also, selfishly, I want it because of how I feel about you. I know maybe it's silly because I've barely seen you at all in four years, but well..."
She looked up hesitantly, meeting his eyes. "I really really care about you, Harry. I want you to know that. I- Merlin I hate feeling like I'm saying this just in case something happens, because I've wanted to tell you for years and years since I was like eleven or some nonsense. But I can't not tell you because this really sort-of is that kind of 'just in case' conversation, you know? And I'm so afraid that something will happen and you'll never know that I- that I think I love you." Oh gods, had she really just said that? Her cheeks were bright red and Ginny tore her eyes away from his, looking down at her lap even though she didn't pull her hand away from his. "And I mean that," she added quietly. "I'm not just saying it because of the conversation." Oh, hell.