"He's not so bad."
"Not so bad? Harry, he was horrible to us."
"Was."
"Was… is. Whatever."
"Your point being…?"
"How can you love him?"
"He's kind and sweet and smart and gorgeous. He'll hold my hand when we are just sitting there and he'll correct my Potions essays. Some days, all I want to do is sit on the couch, and he understands that. I love him, 'Mione."
"Harry… I can't pretend to understand."
"I'm not asking you to. I just –"
"But I'll support you."
"What? Why?"
"Because you're finally happy. Because I've never seen you smile so widely."