"Quid agis," Harry said to the Fat Lady as he walked back into the common room.
"You're out late," She replied with a raised eyebrow. Harry said nothing, but smiled contentedly as he climbed through the portrait hole. He had spent the past four hours with Ginny Weasley, walking through the grounds and 'discussing the game.' Harry felt like he was walking two feet above the ground; this day was the happiest one he'd ever had. While replaying today's events in his mind, Harry drifted thoughtlessly over to an armchair beside the fireplace, sat down, and discovered it was not as comfortable as he had anticipated.
"Oi! Watch where you're sitting!"
Harry looked down and saw a disgruntled and freckly redhead smoothing the front of his robes after being sat upon.
"Sorry Ron, I didn't see you there."
"Yeah, well I figured as much. Where've you been all night?"
"Out. Er, just walking the grounds and, erm…."
Ron eyed Harry suspiciously, so Harry feigned interest in the flames dancing before him. They sat like that for awhile, and it was Ron who finally spoke.
"I'm okay with it, you know, like I said, I'd rather it be you. I just didn't realize that you listened to me so closely when I said it…."
"Look, Ron, you know I would never mess around with Ginny if I wasn't serious about her. I would never do anything to hurt her, or you, or any of your family.
"Yeah, I know. But if I walk in on you guys like I did her and Dean-"
"You won't have to worry about that," Harry said while secretly thinking that if things continued the way they did today he might have to break that promise. He pushed that thought aside; it wasn't important at the moment.
"I didn't even know you fancied her. How long have you?"
"Well, I'm not sure really. I think I did a long time before I realized it, you know, because I always looked at her like a little sister. It just took me a while to realize that she's not the same girl I met all those years ago."
The friends were silent as the portrait hole opened. Ginny climbed through and walked towards the girl's dormitory without looking at either of them, but Harry thought he saw a smirk on her face.
"Yeah, all right," Ron said and he lifted himself out of his armchair and headed towards bed, "but I'm still not happy with it."
With Ron gone and the common room empty, Harry thought he should probably head to bed too. Instead, he opted to sit back in the armchair and let the past four hours, the happiest four hours of his life, replay in his mind just one more time.