And so, he chose his words carefully, "The thing is Mrs Weasley," he said, his voice hoarse, and trying to imagine for just a moment that it was his mother in front of him, "I don’t just like Harry," Molly Weasley nodded gently, her expression open; Draco wondered if his mother would have looked at him the same, "I think I’m falling in love with him," he whispered.