In first year, when we were in the forest and you were terrified-

I was not terrified!

Yes you were. And when you were terrified, my first thought was to hold your hand and tell you that everything would be all right. That I would never let any monster of the forest get you. Of course, then you ran away…

I did not run, I just thought it would be best if we split up to look for-

We had already split up, remember? Hermione with Neville and you with me.

Hmm.

In second year, at our first match against one another, I saw the smile you flashed to Pansy and Blaise. Then, later, when I had caught the snitch, I saw how devastated you looked. I wanted to hug you and tell you that next time, I would let you catch it, if you would only smile that way at me.

In third year, when you were attacked by the ghost near the shrieking shack-

Weasley told you about that, did he?

No. I was the ghost.

What?

I was there, but I was invisible.

Oh. Well now I feel incredibly stupid.

After I pushed you in the snow, I wanted to kiss you. Your hair was beautiful spread against the white of the snow. Your cheeks were red from the cold bite of the wind, but your mouth was open; warm and inviting. But, once again, you got up and ran.

I can guess what incident comes next.

In fourth year, when Moody-

Please, let's just skip this one.

No. In fourth year, when Moody turned you into a ferret, you made the cutest ferret I have ever seen. When you were turned back, you had a smudge of dirt on your cheek. I don't think you have ever looked more innocent than in that moment.

Innocent! I was furious! I was glaring pure evil at everyone!

In fifth year, at the very end, when you were in the middle of threatening me, before everyone hexed you-

That was unfair, I was completely outnumbered.

You started it.

You put my father in prison!

He was a Death Eater!

... Yeah. Well.

Anyways. When you were threatening me, your eyes shone. The passion-

Anger. Hatred. Disgust.

Right. The passion in your eyes could have lit up the entire Great Hall.

We were on the train.

Yes, I know that. I was only figuratively speaking.

Oh.

In sixth year-

Was it the time-

Why do you keep interrupting me?

What?

I mean, seriously. Do you want to hear this or not?

I never asked to hear it!

Well fine.

...Well you might as well finish now... Being so close to the end...

In sixth year, there was a day.

Just a day?

What did I say about interrupting me?

Sorry.

But yes, it was just a day. A random day with a random fight. The same meaningless banter that we always throw back and forth. There was a brief moment, when I thought it looked like you were just as tired of all the arguing and insults as I was. It only lasted a second, and then you punched Ron in the nose. But it was there. That look. Later, after I knocked you unconscience, I told myself I just imagined it.

The look.

Yeah. The look. It made me want to kiss you.

You are aware that all of these things you're mentioning are times when I felt pathetically weak, right?

Yes. That's how I realised that I was in love with you.

What!

If I could love you when you were "pathetically weak"-

Hey!

Your words, not mine.

Yeah, well…

You're doing it again.

Doing what?

Making me want to kiss you.

Then what are you wait-