Priceless

To hear him taunt me and sneer at me again, I'd pay Knuts.
To taste his lips on mine again, I'd pay Sickles.
To feel his gentle touch, his finger running over my spine again, I'd pay Galleons
But the look on his face, contoured by his blond hairs, as I told everyone how much I loved him. His grey eyes full of fear, but still as cold as stone saying how much he hated me. From the scar on my forehead to the tip of my toes. Hating me for telling them that we were together…
That was priceless!