Harry nods, giving me a small smile. “I love you, Hermione Granger.” Chapter 2: "Don’t you get it, Ron? He doesn’t want you or Hermione. He wants me." Harry’s miniscule smile fades....
"Someone once said that into each life, a little rain must fall. Welcome to my little rain." Harry snorts. "My rain? I’m sorry, that’s a little misleading. Welcome to my flood, Hedwig." Updated version.