"Wish we could stay here forever."

It was true; they didn't attend Hogwarts any longer. And even though Dumbledore had given a week long reunion to stay at the castle, they were grown now and would eventually have to return to their respective homes.

"Well we still have time to reminisce." Said Frances. She was still pressed gently against Harry's chest, head lying on his shoulder, relishing in the warmth he emanated. Still thinking it through, she didn't want to leave this place. It was after all, her home. A majority of her life was spent inside these walls, where she found comfort and most importantly, a family.

"Walk with me to the lake?" She said, cheerily sitting up to a sitting position. "I could use some fresh air."

Harry couldn't refuse. A nice walk to the lake did sound very refreshing. So off they went, walking down the corridor and making their way down the steps out of the castle doors. Once out, they were greeted by a night sky, dotted with little white sparkles all around, flashing brightly at them in the distance. Harry looked up at the stars and looked for shapes in the clouds. Nothing was more beautiful than this. Except maybe a certain brunette walking at his side. That sky might never come close to her. Harry stole some glances in her direction, and never noticed before how her hair was lit up by the moonlight. "What are you staring at?" she said catching his gaze with a soft smile.

"Your hair in the moonlight…" He was staring so intently that he hadn't realized he said it out loud. "Oh..." Frances turned from pink, to red. Her cheeks started to tingle again. When they finally reached the lake, they stopped at the nearest tree. Harry leaned against the trunk, and Frances sat down with her knees against her chest. She had a jacket, but her body still shivered. Noticing this, Harry slid down beside her and put his arm around her, and she put her head gently on his shoulder, staring out at the water. She watched the water create small waves that floated beside the rocks and pebbles that surrounded it. Soft and calm. Getting lost in the movement and curves that came from swerving around the stones.

Frances tilted her head up to look at the handsome man holding her in his arms. "Harry…." She said to herself…

She wondered what it would be like to just sit and stare at him all day. Being with him was so comforting and all her cares seemed to float away whenever they were together. His hair blew over his eyes, and she brushed it away lightly with her hand.

He looked down and smiled at her. "He's so wonderful…Is there anyone better?" She thought. It did seem a little over confident but it did make her think. Harry was the one person[apart from Ron that she had known since she was eleven. One of which, she had spent dating him. Frances remembered that first day well. As if it was yesterday. It was a warm spring day and Harry had offered to walk her to care of magical creatures. They had most of their classes together, but managed to be okay without each other for a while. At least a couple classes anyway.

"He probably thought I was needy…wanting to be with him all the time…"

Little did she know that Harry was a little needy himself. Maybe even more so than Frances. He'd think about her often, the softness of her touch, her delicate hair, how her very smile lit up a room…All the things he loved. But it was that day, that both knew a certain spark lit between them.

Harry was a little nervous, walking next to this beautiful girl, mumbling to himself about whether to hold her hand. It didn't show on his face surprisingly, he seemed so calm and genteel. She remembered suddenly grabbing his hand and smiling, how nice it felt. Except, it was the way Harry had stared at her when they finally stopped. His overwhelming gaze that made her heart race. It was the kind of face that said, 'I want this. I want you.' Those dark green eyes just delved into hers. She held his hand tight. 'I want this too. I want you as well.'

That day had been marvelous. It was happening all over again at the lake. That same scene repeated itself in her mind and Frances couldn't help but feeling that both were the same. The first moment they met, and now. It was just as wonderful and amazing. She sat up from Harry's shoulder and took his hand.

"What is it?" he said concern in his voice, thinking that maybe she wanted to stop.

"I want you to know, I'm happy we have this." She spoke softly. Not turning away her gaze, staring intently at him. "I'm happy we do too." He said. Holding her hand tight. Harry lightly kissed her lips and met her gaze again. "Really happy."

She smiled and returned to her previous position against the tree, leaning her head against his shoulder when his arm went back around her. That smile still plastered to her face as her eyes slowly closed.