Nothing belongs to me.
XCI: In The Eye Of The Storm
There was no other sound in the dark flat apart from the clock's incessant ticking and the slow breathing of the two people sitting on the sofa.
And like almost every other near silence that had come before, it was broken when someone spoke.
"So, how are things?" Hermione looked down at her knees and blinked, unable to see them. "Between you and Ginny?"
"Things are good." Harry sighed. "For now."