Ginny's words made complete sense. Every groom was never sure if they picked the right person, never sure if they did the right thing. But life was about taking chances. If you never take chances, you never move anywhere. But, he realized also, that when you take chances, you make mistakes.
If Ginny was a year older, Harry thought, then he probably wouldn't be standing here right now. He probably would have never proposed to Elizabeth because he would have had the whole year out of Hogwarts to spend with Ginny, too. But he couldn't control that and there was no use dwelling on the past.
Harry noticed how when she was talking, she wasn't looking at him, and this gave him the slightest impression that she didn't really want what she was saying to actually happen. Harry sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Ginny..." He said, knowing that he probably shouldn't be asking her this because it would just complicate things more, "How do you feel about me?" He had to ask, because that was the type of person Harry was, determined, or as some liked to call him, stubborn. If she just gave him a simple 'you're a best friend, Harry' or 'I love you like a brother,' things would definitely seem better.
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