Harry stared at you for a moment as you bought him a rose from a street vendor. A single rose. For him. He couldn't help the slight blush. He met you at a coffee shop, one where he was stood up by a date set up by Lucy's matchmaking agency.

"I... Wha-..."

He looked at the flower, then looked up at you. He's found love so difficult his whole life and now he couldn't get the feeling in his chest go away.