"My mother always ruins things." Harry agreed, sad that she had spoilt his precious time with Nell. "I'm sorry. I should have kicked her out. I wanted to talk to you then. Tell you how... how I felt." He said, lips brushing the boy's cheek. Soft, warm, beautiful, just like Nell was. He couldn't believe it had taken him this long, that Nell hadn't understood all the hints, the touches, the time they spent together. "I keep trying to tell you I love you."