Okay, let's start this out with a little author's note. Typical I don't own these, blah, blah, but this is just something I'd like to see happen. In the same breath, I feel very apprehensive about this, just because it is a little different than a lot of the stuff I see written here. Regardless, reviews are greatly appreciated, positive or negative, I love feedback. Hope you enjoy the story.
Her blue eyes were glowing gently as the sun set. Her lips were stretched slightly into a gentle smile. And her hand was in his as they sauntered through the grounds, stopping beneath a tree to sit. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he breathed in the sweet scent of her hair, smiling as she looked up at him. Slowly, her eyes closed, and he leaned forward, eager to meet her inviting lips—
"Man," Ron mumbled as the sunlight streamed between the curtains of his four-poster, waking him inopportunely.
"Ugh," Harry groaned as he stumbled out of bed. "This week has been way too long."
"I second that," yawned Neville. "We're just lucky we have Hogsmeade this weekend. A little time to relax at least."
"Relax, yeah," Harry said as he rolled his eyes.
"Harry," Ron announced sleepily, "and Padma are going to Hogsmeade… together."
"What?" asked the muffled voice of Dean, still buried under his pillow.
"Really have a thing for Ravenclaws, don't you Harry?" joked Seamus.
"Funny, funny," Harry said as he fished out some robes. "I'm kind of nervous… but… you know, I think it will be fun."
"Well, no matter what happens between you and Padma, it's a break for the rest of us. I could really go for a butterbeer…" Seamus said anxiously. "Ron, do you want to go with us?"
"What?" said Ron, shaking himself. "Oh, er… I dunno. I was thinking I might, just, well, do other stuff."
Even Neville raised his eyebrows at this remark.
"What kind of other stuff?" asked Harry.
"Well," gulped Ron, "I was thinking about paying a visit to Fred and George."
He grinned at the chorus of "ohs" and "neats," perfectly aware that he intended to do nothing of the sort. *But what I do want to do,* he thought with a deep breath as he pulled on his socks, *is going to make acing all my N.E.W.T.'s seems like a piece of cake."