He's just sitting there. He's just sitting on her bed. Drinking and reading the stupid daily prophet.

He's sitting there. He's breathing. And he smells really nice. And he has his hoodie's sleeves pulled up over his elbows and his arms look really good. And his hair looks amazing. And his eyebrows are... Jeez. And his eyes. His beautiful eyes. The light is right on them and she just-...

She's standing there. Frozen in place. Completely love struck. And he hasn't even done anything.

She can't believe he's hers. Can't believe he loves her. Out of everyone. He fell for her?

She can't accept it.

And then he hears the door close and he looks up at her and plainly smiles. And she's dead.