My books were strewn around on the table, and I stared helplessly at the colour- coded schedule. Hermione smiled at me. It was scary how much it looked predatory. Though if she flashed that smile at Ron, I doubt he would freak out as much. More like lay catatonic and drooling on the floor of the Common Room…
I heard a few steps, and saw Harry. Harry Potter, might I remind you, who I was dating. His hair was a delightful mess, and his cheeks were flushed- though I was at a loss as to why. He looked really cute- and handsome, and gorgeous, and wonderful, and- er, you get the idea. He looked at me and smiled, and I felt a few shivers run down my spine again. In a completely delightful way, of course.
He immediately made a beeline for me, and Hermione glared at him. Hermione tutted, "He really shouldn't distract you so." "Tosh," I replied happily, planting a kiss on his cheek as he plopped down beside me. He turned to me and gave a total Look-away! glare at Hermione, who sighed heavily and looked dreamily at Ron. I sniggered, until I noticed what Harry was really wearing. Those white button down shirts and a red tie, with slacks that fit him in a way that should be illegal, but what really caught my eye was the scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. It was a Gryffindor scarf- but he didn't need to wear that in the common room.
I looked at him quizzically, and he sighed. "Look," he said quietly, "Don't flip, but- er- I need to show you something." He reached up to pull the scarf down, and I leaned forward curiously. I really didn't mind seeing his neck- it was really lovely, smooth and soft to the touch. And then I really saw it and gaped.
It was a dark bruise- a purplish and reddish kind of blob splayed across his pulse point. I turned red. I knew who made the bruise on him- it was your truly. "I didn't know," I said sheepishly. "But Hermione didn't yet show me the spell for removing them." He bit his lip, looking at me. He looked adorable. "I was thinking of asking Hermione, actually, to remind me- I can't go around-"
Hermione perked up. "Hermione what?" she asked brightly. Harry swallowed, nervous. "Er, don't flip, but I need your help removing something," he told her, before pulling his scarf down. Hermione yelped loudly. "Ginevra Molly Weasley!" she yelped, causing both Harry and I to grimace. "What did you do to poor Harry's neck?"
She was too loud. Ron came rushing over. "Who did what to whose neck?" He demanded, before catching sight of the lovebite which Harry tried desperately to cover up. His eyes widened. "Who did this to you?"
"The Grim Reaper," Harry said sarcastically. "Your sister, obviously. Who else is my girlfriend?"
I felt a flutter in my chest.
Ron turned to me. "You… you.." He seemed at a loss for words. Harry said nervously, "There's another one… on, er, my… collarbone."
Sergeant Ron stood up grimly. "You too," he snarled. "Boys dormitory. Now." Harry gulped. I rolled my eyes. "Sure, bro," I drawled.
At least I can skip studying for now, I thought, sending the haphazard books up to my dorm and following Harry up to the boys' dorm.