A/N: A few more drabbles that I had floating around in my computer and that I discovered hadn't been posted. As always, thank you for any past and future reviews. And while I wish Harry and his friends were mine, they all belong to JKR. I just like playing with them. =D


He doesn't know how to tell her those three special words that have been hovering in his mind, just waiting to get out. He conjures a variety of ways and scenarios, only to end up feeling conflicted over how he should do it. He's never had anyone like her to say the words to, never felt anything remotely close to it and he feels so inadequate in this whole business of love. In the end, he just blurts it out. Maybe it was the adrenaline generated by the Quidditch game they'd been playing, or the way she shrieked with laughter while running to the house seeking refuge from the pouring rain, or the way the water turned her hair a darker shade of red. He doesn't know. All he knows is that the words stumble out of his lips before he can stop them and for a few seconds he wishes he could get struck by lightening and escape his own stupidity. But then she smiles and takes his hand and brushes her lips against his and whispers the words back. And his heart, bursting with emotion, feels lighter than it has in a very long time.