Hey everyone, I know it's been a long long time since I've posted. I think some people have me on author alert. If you still do, thank you! This is just a little one-shot. I obviously do not own any Harry Potter characters, J.K. Rowling does. And she is awesome for letting us use them as we wish. (I also like to pretend she wouldn't scoff at me for the SSHG pairing.) Anyway, here it is, hope you enjoy.

It was the greatest day I had ever seen
All my friends are here
Talking indefinitely about stories you'd hear
Drinking like there's no tomorrow
That's the way we feel

I suppose I could call them my friends; after all these years they have come to know me well, as friends will. We were hazy with firewhiskey and oak-matured mead, but still sober enough to exchange stories.

Minerva brought up the time when the boisterous Weasley twins had made their early departure from school. At the time, it had annoyed me, but tonight, the story almost made me smile. I didn't have many good days to compare this one too, but I thought it might just be the best.

A girl approaches me, her heart on the floor
And she asked me a question I can't reply
Knowing the answer deep down inside
Thinking to myself
Do you want to play
Stay throw it all away

Hermione Granger walked up to me, standing to the side of my chair. She had been a professor at the school many years now, teaching Arithmancy. The thought made me feel old, but then, she made me feel young.

She bit her lip, a quirk I'd grown partial to, and one I knew meant she didn't know how to say what she needed to say. "Come with me?" she finally whispered.

I stared at her evenly, then stood up, holding out my hand, allowing her to lead the way. We left the room, entering the cavernous hallway.

Happy me
Happy no
Happy you
I see happy

When we close the door, I start to speak. "What is it, Her-"

And before I can finish talking, her lips cover mine. She breaks off quickly, and her hazel eyes shimmer with a question. I smile ever so slightly, and she returns it with a bigger smile.

I tip my head and kiss her again, pressing her gently against the wall.

The day is gone and the rain is coming down
I'm lying on my back having a heart attack
Of thoughts I can't control
This girl has got me in pieces
I don't know where to go

In my chambers that evening, I could not sleep. My heart pounded in my chest, a sensation I had not felt in a very long time.

I feel the need to go to her, but it is late, and she must be asleep. My face relaxes and I close my eyes. A previously nonexistent imagination springs to life; I picture me with her, happy. I see happy. And then I drift to sleep.

And she asked me a question I can't reply
Knowing the answer deep down inside
Thinking to myself
Do you want to play
Stay throw it all away
Happy Me
Happy No
Happy you
I see happy