"I –" How was he supposed to react to that? It made him want to pin her up against the door and kiss her, touch her, drink her in. To crush her body against his and whisper in her ear everything he felt toward her. How much he had come to love her. How brilliant and strong and fucking incredible she was. How he never wanted to let her go. And then he thought of Azkaban and his heart shrivelled up, and bitterness hardened him, robbed him of what should have been one of the happiest moments he had ever experienced. Stole away his stunned, grateful joy at her declaration.