There had always been something there between them. He had felt a strange sort of connection with her during the year that Potter went off to war. They had both been cast off, but where he had descended into depression, she simply burnt that much brighter. He would watch her and wonder if they could find solace in each other. He thought about it constantly. He dreamt about it. He’d been obsessed but never had the courage to do anything about it. She was just so unobtainable. So brilliant and bright. He couldn’t imagine her wanting anything to do with him and his broken life.