I told him.
I think.
I remember sitting in the parlor reading…
Then, we were the only two people left…
We were sitting together on the same couch.
Right?
Yes.
Definitely.
He started talking to me.
Right.
He said something about…Quiddich…maybe.
It's not important.
I looked up from my book and he caught my eye.
I stared into those beautiful blue eyes and said that I loved him.
Maybe.
I might have said I loved them.
And then he took my hands in his and he told me he loved me, too.
Now we're snuggling in front of the fire.
Sigh.
So romantic.
I love him. I love him.
I love Fred Weasley.