"Are you afraid of Death, Harry?" In retrospect, maybe he should've asked her why she would ever ask such a question, but anyhow, what's done is done, and the reason behind her asking him this ominous question, he will never forget…

N'est-ce pas bizarre comme il est facile de mélanger l'amour et la haine? Il y a des jours où il semble qu'insulter l'autre soit la chose la plus drôle à faire, et le lendemain, vous êtes dans les bras l'un de l'autre, en train de parler de votre journée. Léger AU.

Isn't it weird how easy it is to mix up love and hate? There are days when it seems as though insulting the other is the funniest thing to do, and the next, you're wrapped up in each other's arms, talking about how your day went. Slight AU.