Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Finally, something not very angsty! I'm not very fond of my characterization (am I ever?) so I wanted to say that before flames come- but I love reviews nonetheless.
ARMS OUTSTRETCHED
You think you'd like for today to go on forever.
Afternoon. Outside. The sun is hot on your shoulders and grass settles underneath your feet. The surrounding blades going up to your ankles, you watch as she stands a few feet away from you, arms outstretched to a sky that has never looked more blue. Earlier you'd trekked around Hogwarts, searching for creatures from her father's magazine and climbed to the top of the large rock dipping down into the lake. Your mouth is dry from all the walking you've done, but she looks as refreshed, relaxed, as when she found you this morning walking alone down the hall leading to Gryffindor tower. And all day, because of her, you haven't troubled over anything or thought, at all, about trivial things, except for the way she holds your hand when she wants your attention- pointing the path to the next spot to search for the unnoticeable or how her eyes light up when she thinks she's found something.
She says, eyes closed, through a gust of air carrying her voice down hill, how she's glad you chose to spend the day with her and, stumbling on the words like a child, you agree. Opening her eyes, she turns her head to look at you and smiles as the wind, conscious and alive, blows her hair every which way, looking gold and wondrous in the sunlight. And you feel like you'd like to kiss her. And you take a step forward.
The day isn't over yet.