I swear, I haven't abandoned this one.
"I'm afraid," she whispers.
He looks up and the lightning flashes, catching his eyes. She smiles.
"Why are you afraid?" he asks, a whisper. It's almost as if speaking any louder would shatter the silence that only the rain and the gentle hum of the record player are brave enough to break. Their Gryffindor colors don't matter when it's something worth so much more than words.
She shakes her head and looks up, her hair pouring over her shoulders. As always, he wants nothing more than to run his fingers through it, because he knows now how soft it is, and the feeling is addicting.
She is his drug.
"Are you sure we're ready to be married, Teddy?"
The question catches him blindsided, makes his heart stop in his chest. His eyes flash to the diamond on her finger and he wonders if she regrets it.
"Of course not, Ted. I love you. But… we're so young."
He looks up again, fear still hammering away inside him. "We can wait," he says, desperately. "As long as you need to, we'll wait."
"You'd do that? For me?" She sounds so sad and it breaks his heart.
"Haven't I always told you that you have me on your side, forever and always?" he asks in turn, voice soft.
"You have," she sighs. "I'll have you."
"As long as you want me."
"Yes," she says again. "Yes, of course. Let's… let's take a few years, please, Teddy."
He nods, frantically. "Whatever you want," he promises.
"I don't deserve you."
"You deserve so much better," he agrees.
"Not my thought," she disagrees. He just smiles, and she smiles back.