We're running together. It's autumn. Yesterday I found a leaf the same colour as her hair. She never holds still.
"I can't breath," I say, and stop running.
She laughs at me, mocking, and runs off ahead.
"Ginny!," I shout, "Come back!"
She keeps running, her hair disturbingly bright against the dead grey of the trees.
"You'll have to catch me!" she laughs and keeps running.
I suddenly speed up and tackle her to the ground.
"Hermione, you're hurting me," she pouts, pushing me off her.
"I love you," I say.
Her eyes cloud, and then she turns away, laughing.