"Do you think we could keep up some light correspondence or would it just be torture?" asked Harry hopefully. He was afraid of the answer.
"I don't mind, Harry. If I stop our relation, it's not that I don't like you… It's just…"
Harry wasn't looking directly at her but listened with great care.
"It's just that I feel you're too young for me, even after all we did. You affect me like a Veela affect most men! But that's not real love. The problem is that I still like you even after shoving away my lust for you, but probably not like that. I feel I do because of that same attraction you got on me and…does that make any sense to you?" she ended up asked, clearly confused herself.
Harry's head dropped sideway. A tic he got from Luna.
"Kind of. You're afraid you're taking a friend for a lover because you want to jump on him each time you see him."
"Yeah. That pretty much covers it," she agreed, blushing.
"But what's important," stated Harry, "…is that you said I feel too young for you. Feelings are important. They are the one to listen. We're alone. I'm already in bed. Feeling any excitement building up?"
Fleur realized what he said, looked around and saw that even the nurse was away. She looked at Harry, surprised.
"No, I don't. Isn't it strange?" she said, once more confused.
"Not at all. It's all very logical in fact. I'm exhausted. I'm not…radiating for the lack of a better term, any energy at all. I'm like any other wizard right now. That attractive power you felt isn't there. You were right then. In this case, correspondence is a good idea. I don't wanna lose a good friend."
Fleur hugged him in return of those friendly words.
"You're a good guy, Harry. A nice guy. Which prove it's not only the jerks and jocks that can get the pretty girls! Rest and recover, loverboy. With any luck, we might have a nice 'goodbye' time before I leave…"