Summer holidays came and he hardly knew what to do with himself. He didn't know how to say goodbye—he couldn't touch her; he only had words and they were hardly enough.
As the door banged open, he wasn't sure what he expected. Nothing had changed. He still could not hold her.
Since the night he had admitted that he loved her, nothing had been said about it. He knew she didn't believe him; he thought maybe she didn't want to believe him.
He visited her religiously, never telling his friends where he was going. Days turned to weeks, and then months. His sixth year faded into his seventh year and suddenly he was on the cusp of leaving Hogwarts forever—looking two years older, while she, and his feelings, remained unchanged.
"So this is goodbye." she murmured as she floated before him. She could not keep the sadness off her face.
"I…I guess it is." He wanted to tell her again. He wanted to make her believe that he really did love her. But he knew it was futile.
He reached his hand out to caress her cheek but she flinched away from him and disappeared from his view.