It was chaste, gentle, and--and absolutely perfect. It felt like Christmas morning and coming home. Like eating chocolate cake and crawling into sheets that were fresh from the washing. It was the best, Jack was sure, that he'd ever felt in his life. Nothing that was said earlier--no mean comment or snide remark--mattered. It was all so far from his mind now that it was like none of it ever happened. The kiss felt like it lasted forever, but even that wasn't nearly long enough.
He broke it gently and put his arm around Creevey, pulling them closer together.
"I love you." He whispered, because there just wasn't anything else to say.