Authors Note: Put it this way; Owning Harry Potter is to Rich and Shirley (Me) is to Not Rich. Therefore, I don't own Harry Potter.
"Oh! It's a bowtruckle!" she pointed frantically at the sky in the direction of a long wispy cloud, one of the few clouds in the sky on that sweltering day, her bare legs waving about in the cool crisp waters of the lake.
"That's not a bowtruckle!" he chuckled, it really didn't look anything like a bowtruckle.
"Oh whatever!" she laughed, having to admit that it didn't really look like a bowtruckle. The pair settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying the sensation of the cool waters lapping at their legs juxtaposing the unusual heat of the day. The grounds were full of their fellow students, all out to enjoy the sun on their rare homework-less weekend.
She sighed, breaking the silence between them, he turned his head to face her, she was gazing at the blue sky with a wistful intent. He opened his mouth to ask her why the sigh, but she spoke before him.
"I want someone, someone to love. Someone who will love me back, you know?" she turned her head sideways to look at him.
"Sometimes I wish I had someone there to hold me... like, when I need to be held, and even when I don't need it, he'll be there to hold me, to have his arms around me, and he'll tighten his hold just to tell me how much he loves me." She continued, and ended with a sigh, he could only murmur in agreement. What could he say?
"I want that someone who can make me feel even more complete, that someone who can make me feel 110 percent, on top of the world, invincible. Someone to cherish and to be cherished by, someone to nurture and be nurtured by, I want someone who can send tingles up my spine. I want someone who will love me unconditionally, who I will love unconditionally..." he waited for her in case she wasn't finished, but she'd closed her eyes, facing the sky with the faintest of smiles gracing her face.
"Where is he?" she asked.
"Who?"
"Him; the boy who will love me, make me more complete, the boy who will hold me. Where is he?" she reiterated her question, with a longing in her voice, as if he knew the answer.
"Here."