A/N: This isn't really an original story, just my interpretation of the picnic scene in "Learning to Vanquish". Dedicated to HumanTales, author extraordinaire, and J.K. Rowling, the TRUE author extraordinaire.
A raven-haired boy spread the blanket while the dreamy-eyed blond put down the picnic basket she was carrying. They ate together, talking of nothing and everything. When the food and the conversation had reached its end, the girl slowly leaned over and kissed the boy. It was sweet and gentle, although somewhat lacking in any real passion. Their mouths parted, and they looked at each other.
"No," said the girl.
"No?" the boy queried.
"No," the girl said firmly.
"Some sparks," replied the boy.
"But no fireworks," said the girl.
The boy nodded his acquiescence, smilingly, cheerfully resigned.
They packed up the remains of their picnic and returned to their normal lives, their friendship unaffected by their brief attempt to be something more.
And they both lived happily ever after.
