Disclaimer: Not. Ours. Two words. Both true. Make more sense in a sentence though…
(Lisa): The wind was blowing gently through the leaves of the trees surrounding the meadow in which Ron and Hermione were sat, hugging, watching the sun set.
A blue butterfly fluttered past Ron's face. Hermione giggled girlishly and kissed him on the nose.
(Zoë): Draco
"Quit it. Leave Ron and Hermione alone."
Draco pouted.
(Lisa): "Look at him," said Ron. Harry did. "He's always pouting, God damn!"
Harry didn't say anything.
"Harry?" Ron poked him. "HARRY?! You can STOP STARING NOW!"
(Zoë): Harry drooled. Ron sighed. "Wouldn't catch me falling in love, no way… Where's Hermione? Where is she???"
The End. With lots of flowers and hearts and things.
