He was raised to believe that love means betrayal, hurt, anger. Love was nothing more than a weakness, a trick, a way to make someone a fool.
But when his head is buried in the crook of her neck, when she laughs and he forgets how to breathe, when she kisses him and promises forever, he forgets about everything.
He is not alone anymore. He has her.
Her, with her witty answers and her clever mind and her Gryffindor pride and her honesty.
Reality is finally better than his dreams, and he is happy.
With her, he is finally whole.