"Your hand around my shoulder is worth more than a thousand galleons to me," murmured Silwen leaning into Draco's chest. They were at the lake side, idly watching the idle Giant Squid roam his tentacles over the lake's surface.
"And you–here with me–is double that," whispered Draco in response.
"Flatterer," teased Silwen.
"Sentimentalist,"retorted Draco, smiling.
Lapsing into a gentle silence, Draco leaned further against the tree behind him, pulling Silwen closer to him. Silwen, however was having none of that. Playfully, she disentangled herself out of his smooth hands and climbed into the tree, uniform, robes and all. Draco glanced up, startled. "What in Slytherin's name are you doing?" he asked, eyes widening.
"Come on up!" cajoled Silwen, grinning. It was the sheer spontaneity of the moment that drove Draco climbing up the tree, stopping when he reached Silwen's branch.
"I love you," he said, reaching for her hand when–Snap! The branch broke.
The ground came closer and closer when Silwen flicked her eyes open, she found herself inside her bed at Spinner's End. No lake, no squid, no tree. No Draco. Wiping a tear off her face, Silwen got ready for the day, spending it more quietly than she had since she had come back to Spinner's End.
