Feb 26, 2007 15:25
One figure sighed happily and squeezed the other’s hand. “Harry?” the figure spoke softly.
“Yes, Ron?” the other responded just as tenderly.
“Do you love me?”
Under the shadow of bushes leaning out over the water, they halted and drew breath. Ron turned to look at the brunette standing next to him. He smiled and said, “Of course I do. You were the first person to befriend me and before I knew it I was in love. You mean the world to me.”
Ron blushed and returned the smile. They began walking again, as he said, “Good.”
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