He sat studying in the armchair closest to the fire. He wasn't really studying at all, though. His mind was on her… his girlfriend. She was his everything. She was his sun, his moon, his stars, and his best friend.
Ever since coming back to Hogwarts, they had rekindled a relationship. After the final battle, he decided to come back, for his education. He was in her grade, and he was thankful.
He loved spending everyday with her. He loved holding her hand. He loved how his arm fit perfectly around her shoulders, and around her waist. He loved kissing her. He loved everything about her. Her flaming red hair, her chocolate brown eyes, and her rambunctious personality.
He wasn't so sure she loved him, though. She never studied with him. She had been confining to herself, and not him for a while. She couldn't stand around him while doing something important.
He had noticed this. He tried to explain in a note he sent her during potions. He wrote how he was never doing anything serious, and how he would start acting his age, not his shoe size. He sent her the note while finishing his draught of living death for Slughorn. She grabbed the note, and looked at him, while stirring her potion. As she opened it, she tipped her cauldron, and it fell to the floor, smashing the brand new cauldron, and earning her a detention. As he packed up, she gave him a look of death, after confirming the detention with Slughorn, today, after class, until 6. She grudgingly began cleaning, as Harry left, to put his bags in the common room, for dinner. While walking with his friends, he left secretly to the dungeons, feeling he had to make up for his faults.
He walked into the room, and stood next to her. He bent down, kissed her cheek, and began scrubbing with her, with a conjured brush. She smiled at him.
He would never make her feel hate again.