Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold.

There is nothing but cold.

I feel stupid. I'd agreed to meet her down at the Quidditch pitch, underneath the stands so she could tell me whatever she'd been hiding for the last few days.

I'd even agreed to meet her down there when Gryffindor Quidditch practise was on. That is how set I was on being there for her - I am risking to run into him.

I pull my raincoat tighter around me as I take in the surroundings. She is not here. And why would she be? She's probably back in the castle, sitting by the fire, warm as she possibly could be, while I'm down here freezing my ass off.

I take a moment to consider the fact that she might be running late, but she's always been on time - that's one of the reasons that I'd liked her so much to start with -, so I turn and begin walking back through the storm.

My hair is soaked and it's sticking to my face in ways I wish it wasn't. I probably looked like I had a moustache and beard to the people surrounding.

And then it stops. The rains just gone.

Well not gone. It's raining in front of me still, and on both sides. And when I can hear the spattering of it.

I groan under my breath. I know who it's going to be before I even look up.

Maybe I just shouldn't look up? Maybe I should just keep on walking and hope that he shoves off before we get too far.

But I can't stop myself from looking up, anyway.

And there he is, smiling down at me like a complete and utter git. He's carrying an umbrella, put up and everything, flying on his broom above my head to keep the rain from hitting me. "Hello, Lilikins."

I couldn't help myself. "Well, Potter, I think you've really out-done yourself this time."

"Enough to convince you to date me?"

The snort that leaves my nose is unintentional. I don't even mean to do it any more, I just have a bit of a talent for being a bitch when Potter is around. "Maybe if you weren't Potter."

He doesn't give up. I walk ten steps ahead with him hovering over me, keeping me dry and he asks me to go out with him.

I walk another ten before he does it again, and this doesn't stop until I reach the castle doors which are closed.

I push them open and step inside, shaking my bright red hair to get the cold water out of them and am about to disappear further into the castle.

"Evans?"

I look up at him and lean up against the door. "Mmm?"

"Go out with me?"

I just smile and blow him a kiss - that's more to drive him crazy than to do anything else - and shut the door behind me.