Together
Do you ever wonder what it will be like when we stop playing these silly games? When we finally admit how we feel and put an end to the fighting, and stammering, and, blushing?
I do.
I picture us, together, in the common room after everyone else has gone to bed. We will sit together on the couch in front of the fire, just holding each other. Maybe talking; maybe not. Either way we will feel completely comfortable and at ease. When I look up at you I will the tongues of fire dancing wildly in your eyes, and I will know that all you are thinking about is me. And as the fire is about to die we will realize it is time for us to go to bed. And we will smile shyly before we quickly kiss goodnight, and rush up the stairs to our separate dormitories, beckoning sleep to come swiftly so that we will be able to see each other again as soon as possible.
When morning comes we will put our best effort into getting ready. We will smooth our hair, and wear an outfit the other will like, knowing that looks do not matter to the other, but wanting to look nice all the same. And we will meet each other in the common room, where we were together only a few hours before, and we will smile the same smile we had departed with, and once again quickly kiss, this time as a hello. You will offer your arm, and I will accept, linking mine in yours, and we will walk to the Great Hall, together, to have breakfast. We will sit down next to each other, and talk quietly as we eat. We will smile, and we will laugh. And we will be happy.
We will walk together to every class, holding hands, except the ones that we do not have together. But we will walk with one another as far as we can without either of us being late, and right after class will find a place to meet up once again. And when I do well in class, you will smile at me, and I will know that you are proud. You are always proud. After class, you will take my books, offering to carry them, and I will refuse, saying that I was strong enough to carry my own books, and you will refuse, and I will secretly be happy and smile as this is further proof to the world that you are mine.
Lunch and dinner will pass much like breakfast, and after the school day ends, I will go out to the Quidditch Pitch and I will watch as you practice. And every time you block a goal I will cheer and you will catch my eye and we will share a secret smile. When practice ends and you fly down to me, I will kiss you and tell you how proud I am of you. I am always proud of you. And then we will go together to the library and pick the table in the back away from everyone else, so we can be alone while we do our homework. Sometimes you will distract me with your kisses, or I will be distracted by looking at your beautiful red hair, but mostly we will work, enjoying each other's quiet company and silent support. Just happy that the other is near.
And the time will come when we must leave, and we will pack up and walk hand in hand back to the common room where we will sit together on the couch, just being happy, and waiting for the cycle to being again.
But we can't stop the games yet, can we? It's not fair for us to be happy when we have another friend to worry about. When we have the world to worry about.
But I believe that one day we will have what I dream about.
And we'll be happy.
Together.