A/N: I'm so sorry everyone for the delay!

One night, Ashley was lying on her bed, staring at her friendship bracelet and smiling.

Harry, on the other hand, was busy flying to her dormitory's window so that he could meet her. Finally, he reached the window and saw her lying down. He tried to straighten his messy hair and whispered to her.

"Hey!" he said.

She didn't hear him.

Harry tapped on her window loud. Ashley came out of her dream-like state instantly.

"Huh?" she said, "Harry?"

"Hey," he repeated, as Ashley ran to the window.

"Harry?" she said, "What are you doing here at this time?"

"Actually, I couldn't sleep and I thought that you even wouldn't be asleep and even if you were you'd be thinking of me, so that's why I came..."

"Huh?" Ashley asked. He'd said this all so fast she wasn't sure she caught up.

"So, do you like flowers or chocolates?" he asked.

"What?"

"I haven't got either. I was just curious," he said.

Ashley giggled.

"Just kidding," he said. He pulled out a single rose from the pocket and two small, golden wrapped chocolates.

Ashley blushed furiously.

Harry looked around from outside. He was still sitting on his broomstick. "Don't you think it's too cold out here?"

"Come in," she said.

"Okay! If you insist," he said, as he jumped into the room. "How come there aren't any girls around here?"

"Oh, they're all doing homework in the other room with Hermione. I already finished mine."

"Oh," Harry said, "May I sit on your bed?"

"Er, sure, Harry," Ashley said, as she watched him jump on to it.

"Nice bed," he said, "The girls get the nice ones. The boys get all the hard and stinky ones. Hey, why are you standing? Come and sit here."

Ashley sat down next to him, picked up a book, and started to read. Harry tried to see what the name of the book was.

Harry gasped, "Isn't this the book where the butler murders the married couple?"

"Thanks for ruining that story," Ashley said, sarcastically, as she threw the book aside.

"No problem," he said, "Why are you reading such a thick book? Just ask me and I'll tell you the whole story."

"Harry," she said, seriously.

"Ashley," he said, mocking her.

"Harry!" she said again.

"Ashley!" Professor Snape said, from behind her dormitory door.

"Daddy?" she said, scared, looking from the door to Harry.

"Yeah, the grouch," Harry said, apparently not scared.

"Shut up, Harry! My dad's coming!"

"Congratulations!"

"Shut up! Just get out of here. No, not from there! From there. Not there..." Ashley kept going on like this until Harry silenced her by putting his hand over her lips. Harry placed a light kiss on her lips and then left from the window on his broomstick.

As Harry was walking towards his dormitory after landing outside the entrance, he bumped headfirst into Hermione. They both fell down hard and started to rub the bruised parts of their bodies.

"Ow!" Hermione complained, "Harry, what are you doing?"

"I was on my way to see you," he said.

"Why?"

"I was..." and then he stopped. He had just seen a shooting star up in the sky, "Hey look! A shooting star."

"Where?" Hermione said, looking around the floor.

"Not down here! Up there!" he said, as he pointed it out, "They say if you make a wish on a shooting star your wish comes true."

"You believe that?"

"Let's try. Come on," he said, as he covered both their eyes with his hand.

Ashley had seen the same star and was making a wish at that time too.

A/N: Hope ya liked it!