Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands.
I just want to say trully once in life I love you, then he tells me I love you too.
And feel for one time,
that my life has perfect sense,
that I’m something in this world,
that someone really cares about me and finally feel that I belong to you and you belong to me.