"You were suffering," he said and she closed her eyes.  Maybe it was right that for the two of them that was how they said, "I love you."  He'd said he loved her, and she reached a hand out, her eyes still closed, and pressed her fingertips against his mouth.  The thrill of the curse poured through her and she thought of Pansy, openly scornful of letting this go in favor of a potion.  