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Love is an illogical concept. It cannot be seen or touched, it is an abstract concept that can only be felt.
Maybe love was not illogical, but to her, it was always something of a misery tinged with surprise.
She watches Harry and Ginny as they steal glances between themselves, the awkward giggling, the silly smiles and everything that came between and after them. She doesn't know if to classify their affection as love or the avid dependency that came from saving the world together and being haunted by humans and magic.
Dependency was a better word, she thinks. It was present between She and Harry, the burning desire to depend on each other to complement what the other lack. Ron and Harry were deeper, they didn't need to complement each other. They needed each other. They depended solely on themselves. Sometimes it was sweet to see it, and other times she felt like a stranger looking in.
With her and Ron, it was the same yet different. She could stay weeks without talking to Ron, and it wouldn't affect the nature of the universe but then again she couldn't. It was a mental issue. The way her stomach lay heavy, the lack of ability to breathe, and the unwillingness to function were part of the numerous symptoms she had when he was away from her.
At first, she believed it to be some sort of illness but as weeks turned to months and the seasons flew by, she realised it wasn't an illness. It was a need, a burning desire to have him around her, with her and in her.
but it wasn't love.
because love was illogical.
It was merely a physical process, an attraction.
Till he smiled at her when she said the silliest things. How he always paid attention to the words she said, words he didn't understand. The way he always told her offhandedly without any shame or shyness that listening to her talk was the best part of his day. Or when he held her hands and her brain stopped functioning and she was ready to risk it all.
She began to understand that it was more than a physical attraction. It was also a mental attraction. Her being recognized everything about him.
Amid a crisis and teenage living, he said
"Mione" and with that, she knew she was in love.
She had never heard any being pronounced her name better than he did, and she would like to hear it for a very long time.