A/N: This one takes place towards the end of HPB, like mid-May or something. I hope you like it! Oh, and I think it's time again for me to thank all of my wonderful reviewers for reviewing! Don't stop what you're doing!
Disclaimer: (Insert clever statement of saying "I don't own Harry Potter" here.)
Lakeside
The morning was quiet, as was the girl sitting by the lake, leaning against the beech tree. She was watching the morning as mist hovered above the dew-ridden ground, thinking that she was alone.
In truth, she wasn't alone. As silent as the day was, a boy was walking through the grass making next to no noise. The mist settled in his red hair, and he brushed off droplets of dew with a shake of his head. He sat down next to the girl, startling her.
"Toast?" he asked casually. She looked at him, then took a piece of the offering.
"What are you doing up so early?" she asked. He sighed, staring out at the sunrise rising above the lake.
"Couldn't sleep," he replied. "You?" She took a bite of her toast before she replied.
"Same… it's a good place to think." They sat for a moment in silence.
"I can't wait until this stupid war is over," he said, breaking the stillness of the morning. There was a faint chirp of a bird somewhere, and a faraway rustle of the Whomping Willow's branches.
His bushy-haired counterpart nodded slowly.
"Things will change, then, hopefully," she replied, her voice a bit strange. If he had looked at her, he would have noticed that she was trying very hard not to look at him. As it was, they both were staring at the reflection of the sunrise in the lake.
She rested her hand down in the grass, her fingers accidentally brushing his. They both looked up as if shocked, their faces flushing a slight pink. Their eyes met for a moment, before looking away. The girl looked towards the castle, and stood up.
"We – we should go back," she said quickly. He nodded, and stood up with her, the two hurrying back into the castle.
