"Harry?"
"What?" He answered me absentmindedly.
"Am I cute?"
Silence greeted me as he turned to me. "What?" The confusion in his voice was evident.
"Am I cute?" I repeated myself.
"Why?" I know he's dense, but I would think that after two years of my cozying up to him, he'll get the idea.
"Because." I batted my eyes at him, "I think you're cute."
"Malfoy…"
"Potter." I smiled, showing my pearly teeth. "I also think I love you."
That got him. He stared at me, his eyes bugging out, mouth flapping.
"Harry?" Oh dear… I think I broke him.