"Come in closer," he whispered.

He stretched his arm around my shoulders and I leaned closer into his chest.

I sighed.

"Is there something wrong, baby?"

In this moment I wondered if you should tell him.

He looked at me in the eyes.

I couldn't resist it. I leaned in to kiss him.

But a few seconds after our lips touched, he slightly pulled away.

I couldn't believe it.

I moved away and sat up straight.

"Baby, come one," he told me in a low tone of voice.

"Is it because I'm a mudblood, Harry?" I finally asked.

He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

My eyes joined his gaze. I looked away.

"I always knew you were too good for me," I said in an almost unnoticeable whisper.

He moved closer to me.

"Don't say that, baby."

I looked at him. I could feel tears stinging my eyes.

He cupped my face in his hands and looked into my eyes.

Unexpectedly, he crushed his lips into mine.

"Don't you ever say that again."

I messed his hair with my hands. He smiled slightly.

"I love you," he whispered into my ear.