"When I... was about to die..." Marlene began, after a long, shamed silence. "When I was tied up in that Death Eaters lair... with The Dark Lord gleefully tearing me apart from the inside out... what kept me strong was picturing you."
She turned away, lip wibbling as she sniffed back tears. She hated herself for unloading even more crap on someone who had MORE than enough going on.
"I think... part of me already loved you the day we met. First year. We were kids. We had no idea what love was... I just knew that from the moment we met, I hated any second that I wasn't spending time with you. It's why I was so eager to snog, and later, to do more. And picturing you... it kept me strong because I knew, one hundred percent, that I would die before allowing him to hurt you."