For she was almost certain that she knew how she felt now, that this emotion had a familiar name. Her reaction to Harry being in such peril had brought that slamming home to her. She had been resisting it, unreasonably thinking that it couldn't happen so fast. This wasn't some soppy romance novel, after all. But then, she accepted, this wasn't fast. This hadn't all come on in the space of a couple of weeks, since she'd been rescued. It wasn't the new ideas of Harry that had stirred these passions in her, the ones that threatened to make him into an addiction.