Author's Note
Sorry I haven't updated in AGES! I was sick for awhile, and working and UGH. But, thanks to my lovely reviewers, I have two new chapters for you. And I'm especially fond of this one. Reviews are appreciated!
I own none of the Harry Potter characters.

"Do you miss your parents a lot Harry?"
They were up late again, the fire was the only light left on and they were both curled up on the large sofa in front of it.

"Sometimes." He replied, and wrapped his arm around her waist tighter. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"I didn't even think to grab a picture of us, altogether." She closed her eyes, feeling sleep trying to take over.

"I know it sounds awful, but every once in awhile I wish I didn't have all those pictures of my parents, because it just makes me wish they were here, even more than I already do."

Gwen turned her head towards him and he dipped down, kissing her once on the cheek and then on the mouth, with an intensity that she had come to expect and crave from him. A few minutes later he broke away, and whispered a goodnight in her ear before heading up to the boy's dorms.

Gwen sat on the sofa a few minutes more, watching the fire start to die down, and was about to leave when the entrance slid open. Tom walked in, looking slightly drained, but imposing nonetheless. He obviously wasn't expecting anyone to be in the common room, because he did a double take as he walked by the sofa gwen was on.

"Gwen? What are you doing?" he asked, stopping.
"I couldn't sleep. I could ask you the same thing you know." She replied.
"Head Boy. I was making last rounds." Tom pointed to the badge he was still wearing.

"Oh, I see. Stopping the miscreants from causing any mischief. A very commendable job." She stood to leave, wrapping her blanket around her.

He gave a wry smile. "Someone has to do it."

Gwen made for the stairs, and was not even on the third step before he called out to her again.

"Gwen, have you thought of a costume for Slughorn's party yet?"
She turned. "No, why?"

"Well I was thinking that we should go together. Perhaps I as Sir Lancelot, and you as Queen Guinevere, since she is your namesake. And being as you thought my choice of wording was so interesting the day we met, I thought it would be more appropriate if I were Lancelot instead of Arthur."

Gwen felt her stomach leap into her throat. She couldn't deny that she felt something when she passed so close to him a few days ago in the ingredients closet, or that she secretly liked working with him now. Besides, he wasn't the evil Lord Voldemort yet. It wasn't like that here, decades before he would become the evil force that killed her parents. Where was the harm? Going to a Halloween party was perfectly safe.

"That sounds great, I didn't even think of that." She replied, feeling more and more excited about the aspect of going with him. "What color should I expect to dress in then?"

"Green," he answered "to suit your eyes." And with that he turned and left, leaving her on the stairs to her own thoughts.