"You two can go on to class," I mumbled.
"But Ron... it's an important lesson on the relationship between two of the founders..." started Hermione. "I know you're not interested, but do come along. He said it would be on our exams!"
"I'll be there in a minute... I just have to tie my shoe." "Yeah... that's it," I thought to myself. Give Hermione a miserable lie.
"Hermione..." started Harry.
"Okay... okay... we'll go. Just catch up as quickly as you can. You don't want to miss anything."
I bent down, as if to tie my shoe until they were out of sight. It's funny... I was wearing loafers. I heard a small group of Gryffindors heading my way. He was there. I stopped him, mumbling some excuse about helping him with his astronomy. His friends walked on as he stood, puzzled.
"Astronomy? I don't even have that class."
"Really? The impression I had was that boys made you see the stars."
He turned a violent shade of red, like blood. "How... how did you know..."
"I have eyes, you know. I see you and you wear your heart on your sleeve, especially around the boy you love. Can I tell you something?"
He looked up, he had been staring at his shoes. "What?"
"I love him too. Colin Creevey, you are a bright boy, you have taste. Why do you like him, anyway?"
"Because he makes everyone laugh. Because he makes everyone cry. Because if he touched my face, I'd surely shrivel up and die."
"Poetry? You write him poetry?"
"Sometimes... in my journal."
"You've never told him? Ever?"
"No... but I..."
"But what?"
"I'm about to." he said, turning as red as my hair, then kissing me daintily on the cheek. "Ember hair, dancing flames, I surrender to him, playing these our lover's games."