Summary: Harry is getting married, and it's to the woman he loves. Isn't it? Then why does he still look at Hermione and never want to turn away? Why does her presence leave him breathless and a mere touch send shivers of desire through him, leaving him wanting more? Surely this is just cold feet. Yet a single letter changes everything and Harry comes to discover that what his heart truly desires has been standing before his eyes all this time.
Summary: He turned from the window, put his glasses back on and smiled at Crookshanks, who stretched and pawed the covers of the bed.
“Do you think anyone will ever love me for who I am, and not who they think I am?” asked Harry, running a hand through his untamed hair.
He didn’t think it possible that a cat could roll its eyes…