Simple: Michael and I don't fancy each other, but I fancy you to such degrees that I cannot help but touch you all the time, like I am now.
Oh, and I love you, Harry J. Potter, and everybody and their bloody pet kneazle knows it.
Private to Harry the Overreacting Boyfriend
And I'm going to marry you the moment I turn seventeen, that's how, too. Now please be lovely and stop being a prat while Michael and I have a little giggle?
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