“He loved her. It was in every embrace, in flights under stars, in the crossing of swords, in secret ballroom dances, in the giving of things, in the life-savings, in the passing of handkerchiefs, the accidental touchings, the arguing about hyphenated surnames, the drunken picnics, the shared cups of tea. He loved her.
She made him understand the word.”
―
Brigitte Knightley,
Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love
