It's at times like this that I really love Hermione Granger.
She's sitting over there, writing an essay. She has a look of pure concentration on her face, and her brow is furrowed as she wonders what to write next. Her beautiful brown hair is falling over her face, and her chocolate eyes are focused fully on her eyes, oblivious to the world around her.
Harry follows my gaze, and a look of understanding crosses his face as he sees her. He smiles knowingly at me.
'Man, you and 'Mione really are the weirdest couple ever, aren't you?' He smirks. I've told him about our relationship, and he's always found it somewhat amusing. I don't see it.
'You have no idea, mate.' And it's true. We're complete opposites. She studious, I'm a lazy git. She's smart, I'm average. She uses knowledge and intelligence to get by, I use strategy and plain old luck. She's level headed and plans things, I'm more likely to run straight in. She's usually calm, I'm rash. She's beautiful, I'm just a Ginger idiot. I'm pureblood, she's muggle-born. I'm greedy, she tells me to eat with my mouth closed. She's polite, me less so.
But we work. We complement each-other perfectly, and we bring out the best in each-other.
And I think 'Mione agrees, as when she finishes, she pack up her things, comes over here, sits in my lap and proceeds to give me a very satisfying snog.
'Cos in the end, opposites attract, and we are the living proof of that.