A/N: My first romance!!

The Third Day

I see him coming and the relief washes over me. I move over to make space. He sits down smiling, I smile, and we both smile at each other.

"So," I ask finally, "How was it?"

He stops smiling. "Harder than I thought." I do what I am supposed to do: Pat him on the arm, make a sympathetic noise and tell him he'll be okay. I can tell he's really not listening.

He takes my hand and I am not sure if it is cold or hot or both, all the feelings get mixed up as we just sit there on the bench and listen to the chirping of crickets and stargaze. He moves closer, I move closer and I lean my head on his shoulder in silence as we just sit and look.

He is the first to break the silence. "How do you think you did?" I shrug, a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, I snuggle closer, he smiles at me and once again we both smile at each other in fool's paradise. It is like a scene from a movie, the moon's blue light, the shadows and the crickets and the stars and us, we all become one as we just look and smile at each other.

"What are you doing for the holidays?" I ask.

He shrugs and clasps my hand tighter. I squeeze back and smile, it is automatic. "I don't really know."I don't really know," he whispers in my ear. "You'll have to owl me everyday or I'll die of loneliness.

I grin playfully. "You sure you won't find some other female company to keep you occupied?" I joke. He shakes his head vigorously and squeezes my hand even tighter. It is almost painful, but not quite.

It's the third day. The first day he took me on a midnight ride over the Forbidden Forest on his broomstick, the second day we met at the astronomy tower and today, the third day, we're meeting in a secluded place, somewhere.

We haven't done anything yet. Somehow, the other's presence is enough, it is enough just to hold hands and smile and stargaze. But I don't think the calm will last.

We might get in a fight, maybe he'll forget about me over the summer, maybe we'll just drift apart, After all, sixth year ends tommorow. Anything can happen in two months of time.

But I don't want to think about that. I just want to sit in silence and look at him. The light makes it hard to tell if his hair is blonde or black, whether his eyes are blue, green, grey or brown. But his face is as visible as ever.

"What do you want to do tommorow?" He asks softly.

"We're leaving tommorow," I remind him.

"Do you want to make it official?" He makes it sound like we're getting married, I thought. It's only been three days.

"Wait until seventh year," I say back. He understands and nods though I can tell he wants to jump up and scream to the world we're together.

"Do you think it's time to get back?" I ask. He sighs.

"I don't want to leave..." He says. "After all, this is our last night for eternity."

"Not eternity, just two months."

"Well, it might as well be eternity." He does have a point. He gets up, Ii get up and we walk back to the entrance. From there, we go our seperate ways.

I get into bed quietly and sigh. What's left in my mind is his retreating form, gone for two whole months. I wish the night could have lasted forever but it can't and tommorow we will play the game of secret smiles and pretend nothing has happened. This is all very well, but I wish something different could happen.

I pull the covers up and dream of his hands and words and his face.

The morning is coming and it can't be stopped.