Merlin's balls, she had thought that putting things out in a clear and succinct manner would help, but instead, they were suddenly comparing their feelings for each other to evidence, and it sounded even more wrong.
She joined him on the bed, sitting shoulder to shoulder. "So being logic isn't going to help us. Looking at the past won't help us, because neither of us has known anything but this-" She turned her head and looked at him. "But you have. You were without me for years. I don't want to know about that crazy men people talk about. I want to know about you. How were those years? Do you think you were in love- that you are?"
Marlene chuckled. "You're asking a Gryffindor to go with her guts; that's dangerous. You know, there is one way to know." She cupped his cheek, and then leaned closer, moving slowly, before her tongue pushed through parted lips to worry his own, and finally kissing him.