Favor for a Friend

"Do you feel the same about me?" He whispered. Looking into his eyes, Reyna saw vulnerability from the same boy who was the very definition of Gryffindor and never backed down from Slytherin's who were bullying a first-year. "Define 'feel the same'." she weakly whispered, knees weak from his confession. She would've have fallen if it weren't for his arms around her.