You’re right, I don’t.  He laughed out loud. A maniacal laugh that was frightening to his own ears. He turned towards her and closed his hand around her neck. He didn’t squeeze though. He only kept his hand in place, caressing her skin lightly with his thumb.  I don’t. I love you. You know what? I love you so fucking much that I bet you could fuck Weasley fifty more times right in front me and I’d be stupid enough to still love you. How’s that? 