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"I've lost it."
"Lost what?"
"My hair."
"How remiss of you."
"I've lost weight too."
"You always said you carried a couple of extra pounds. You won't miss them."
"And my self confidence has gone. How can you love me when I look like this?"
"The fuzzy peach look has a certain appeal."
"I can't keep warm, and I feel so weak. This Muggle chemotherapy is really taking it out of me."
"You're colder than a witch's tit. Here, a quick Warming Charm should help."
"A cuddle would be better."
"I don't do cuddles, you bossy wench. But if you insist—"
"Severus, hold me. I'm frightened. What if I lose this battle?"
"This cancer scares me too, Hermione. What will I do if I lose you, my love?"
A/N: Thanks Sunny33 for your beta work. Sorry the witch's tit had to stay.