"Not perfect," he says remembering a conversation they once had. "But maybe good enough?"
She's still just as fierce as she used to be, back in school. He wants to laugh and protest that they wouldn't need to get back together if they were together all the time, but then she's already poking his scarred forehead and Harry blinks, staring at her curiously.
She has a habit of doing this, complimenting him in the strangest ways. She always did. Yet she isn't afraid to speak her mind when he's done something really stupid.
"Yeah, I know. I just mean that... I'm glad." He gives her a small grin, sheepish really. "I love you too."
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She's still just as fierce as she used to be, back in school. He wants to laugh and protest that they wouldn't need to get back together if they were together all the time, but then she's already poking his scarred forehead and Harry blinks, staring at her curiously.
She has a habit of doing this, complimenting him in the strangest ways. She always did. Yet she isn't afraid to speak her mind when he's done something really stupid.
"Yeah, I know. I just mean that... I'm glad." He gives her a small grin, sheepish really. "I love you too."