Look, I wanted to come back as soon as I left. I just didn’t know how to find you. Yeah, how did you find us?
After 200 days, I’ll come back having lost weight and looking really pretty.
"I’m not kissing you because I feel sorry for you. I’m kissing you because I want to."
I know I’ve been ill, but you’re the only one who doesn’t ask if I’m alright all the time. I like that, that you just treat me normal. I like you.
Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands.
“You were the boy, weren’t you - the servant boy who got us out? You saved her life and mine and you restored her to me. Yet you want no reward.”