HARRY: Professor, you called me? DUMBLEDORE: Yes, Harry. Please, sit with me. I wanted to speak with you because it seems you have grown rather close to Miss Malfoy. HARRY: Malfoy? DUMBLEDORE: Yes, Harry. Miss Malfoy. Tell me, do you love her? HARRY: What? HARRY: Professor, I... HARRY: I don't know. DUMBLEDORE: You don't know? HARRY: I mean, we fight all the time. She can be incredibly difficult, and I can be difficult too. But whenever something happens to her, I can't just ignore it. DUMBLEDORE: Ah, yes. The heart has always been rather fond of complicating things. HARRY: But why are you asking me this? DUMBLEDORE: Because I have watched the two of you for quite some time, Harry. There is something between you. HARRY: I know there is something. I just don't know what it is. DUMBLEDORE: Harry, do you remember what your mother once taught you? HARRY: About the greatest power in the world? DUMBLEDORE: Yes. HARRY: Love. DUMBLEDORE: Exactly. HARRY: But what does that have to do with Malfoy? DUMBLEDORE: Everything. DUMBLEDORE: You may not yet understand what is happening between you, but I believe Miss Malfoy loves you very deeply. HARRY: She does? DUMBLEDORE: I believe she does. HARRY: No, Professor, that can't be right. DUMBLEDORE: Why not? HARRY: Because she's Malfoy. She argues with me. She insults me. Half the time she looks like she wants to hex me. DUMBLEDORE: And yet she always seems to find her way back to you. HARRY: I... HARRY: She does. DUMBLEDORE: Look at the bond the two of you have built over all these years. The arguments, the disagreements, the moments when you stood beside one another, and all those times when neither of you could bring yourselves to walk away. HARRY: We've been through so much together. DUMBLEDORE: Indeed you have. And that is precisely what makes it so beautiful. HARRY: I never thought about it that way. DUMBLEDORE: Love is not always gentle, Harry. Sometimes it is complicated. Sometimes it frightens us. Sometimes we spend years refusing to give it a name. DUMBLEDORE: But that does not make it any less real. HARRY: I think I'm scared. DUMBLEDORE: Of what? HARRY: Of losing her. Dumbledore smiled softly. DUMBLEDORE: Then perhaps you already know the answer. HARRY: Professor, I don't want to lose her. DUMBLEDORE: Then don't allow fear to decide your future for you. HARRY: You really think she loves me? DUMBLEDORE: Harry, I think Miss Malfoy loves you more than she knows how to say. HARRY: I... HARRY: I think I might love her too. DUMBLEDORE: Then don't be afraid, Harry. DUMBLEDORE: Remember what your Harry sometimes the greatest power is love, and if you have truly found it in Miss Malfoy, Harry, then consider yourself extraordinarily fortunate.