It had been a phase, Harry told himself afterwards.
His friends, the three of them who knew, anyway - namely Hermione, Neville and Luna - told him to keep his chin up, that it would pass.
Ginny told him she loved him. Ron told him to marry his sister or else.
It would get better, Harry thought, as he said Yes and signed the papers.
He still dreamt of those nights after the war when they were so angry, so desperate, so vulnerable. So in love.
It didn't get better. He still had nightmares about Draco dying in a flash of green.
