For the 335 Bonanza (2/335, Augusta/Bloody Baron).
"She'll never love you, you know," Augusta says, folding her arms over his chest, a hint of a scowl on her lips. "She didn't in life, and she hasn't in death."
The Bloody Baron doesn't say anything. He never does, but the young Gryffindor doesn't mind. His taciturn nature only makes him more perfect. Augusta doesn't like anyone to tell her she's wrong or to argue with her.
"But I could," she adds, reaching out for him, her fingers passing through his transluscent hand.
She doesn't even mind that she cannot touch him. They can have something stronger, something no physical relationship could ever match.
"And I do, Baron. I love you."
Without a word, the ghost sinks through the floor in a rattle of chains, leaving the thirteen year old alone and frowning. But she won't give up on what they could have.