Today was the day where I ‘met the parents’, a stepping stone in every relationship. My hands were shaking slightly and nerves shot through my body, which I felt tremble. I felt stupid for being so nervous about meeting my boyfriend’s parents; it wasn’t like he was going to dump me after a whole year just because his parents didn’t like me.

Actually, now that I think about it, that could become true.

Perhaps if I kept my eyes closed, then I could pretend this moment never existed. Yes, that sounded like a good idea.

The git. The utter git. I'm going to murder him and bury him in a ditch. No, scratch that, I'm going to hire a dragon to burn him into the ground, which will also happen to be a ditch, where I will then take whatever ashes are left over and chuck them into the dragon's food.

Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.

 "Okay," I said, standing up, "but if you and Potter start talking about how many times you've beaten Slytherin in Quidditch, I will make sure that you can never sit on a broomstick comfortably again."