Harry considered that and how it confirmed what his initial thoughts were on the fact of the matter. "I had considered the very same thing," he said with a nod. "He was sheltered and didn't have to grow up and wanted everything that he was promised and given, as though it were his right to have it. Our friendship, your... affection," he said as though it had a bitter taste in his mouth. It was disgusting the level of entitlement the boy had.

He was glad she still trusted and felt as though she can be open with him - he'd want nothing more than for her to feel that way with him. He would do everything he could to keep her from feeling otherwise around him. Harry chuckled at the large piece of cake and two forks. "Thanks, Kreacher," he said and slid his arm from her so he could grab the plate and two forks, handing them to her before pouring them each a glass of wine.

Harry could feel his heart race when she admitted that this was her home. He couldn't remember a time when something said made him so happy - other than Ginny admitting that she'd likely not have married him if given a choice. "I'm really glad that you feel that way," he said and held out a glass for her. "Because it's your home as long as you need it or want it."