Disclaimer: If Harry Potter were mine… well, let's just say some things would have gone differently.  So, obviously, it's not.

A/N: Another drabble I wrote up yesterday. Just did a touch-up to the rough draft. Hope you all like it.

A lazy smile claimed her lips as she stretched her sleepiness away. His green eyes were always a welcoming sight, one she wouldn't mind waking up to a million more times. Her mind drifted into the foggy future, building shapes from the phantoms, creating a life of her with him. How long had she waited for this? Dreamed of it? Yearned to hear his wonderful voice bid her awake and feel his fingers thread through hers? Now, while walking back to the castle, him smiling lovingly, she had it. Finally. And nobody could ever convince her to give it up.