He wasn't in love with her. She wasn't even sure that he had the capacity to love. Maybe once upon a time he did. Years before he was damned to a lifetime in Azkaban he might have been just like every other man, some lovesick fool with the insatiable desire to get up the skirts of a pretty witch and make a family with her. While it was hard to imagine that the wizard had ever snuck around Hogwarts castle snogging behind suits of armor, he must have. Once when she made an uncharitable remark about his late wife, he'd slammed his closed fist in her stomach. As she lay on the floor of whatever bedroom they were in with her arms around her aching body, she came to the realization that there were some topics that were off-limits.