Look into her eyes.

I've been studying like mad for my N.E.W.T.s lately. I put it off too late with my O.W.L.s and I refuse to make the same mistake. Plus, if I start now, months before the exams, I can afford to take some breaks later on and be able to spend time with Ginny. I went to Hermione, the only other person already studying, and asked her to make me a study schedule for the rest of the year like I know she tried to do for Harry and Ron.

She was ecstatic to hear that I was taking my studies seriously. She continuously went on about how mature I was and how I was setting a good example for other students. Ginny stood beside her and silently laughed as I tried to stop the endless approval of my responsibility, earning a good number of glares from me.

But as the months went on, even with Hermione's schedule, I was finding it hard to spend as much time with Gin as I wanted. The less time I spent with her, the more I wanted to make up that time when I did get to see her. That sent me into frantic thoughts about the next year and how she'd be at school and I'd be out working. I'd barely ever get to see her. I'll have to buy a new owl so mine doesn't have to take the same trip over and over, because I certainly don't doubt that I'll write to her daily with the most pointless letters imaginable.

Right now is one of the extremely rare times I can spend with her in no rush to get to bed, study, or get to class. She's been talking to me about random things that have been going on in her life and she hasn't had time to tell me. I'm slightly embarrassed to admit I haven't been paying attention really. I started to, but then I looked up into her eyes and got lost in memories.

Just a year ago I was sitting under this exact tree with Seamus, watching her by the lake and then pretending I was going to throw her in the water. When she had chased me down and had me pinned to the ground I had wanted to kiss her so badly. I had stared her straight in the eyes until she couldn't handle it and got off me. Since then her eyes could always captivate me, they were a bright shade of brown that reminded me of cinnamon.

"Dean are you even paying attention to me?" breaks into my thoughts.

"I'm sorry love, but no," I say simply with a grin.

"Then why am I even bothering to be here with you?" she asks slightly miffed.

"You like spending time with me."

"Yes for some reason I can't seem to remember right now."

"If it makes you feel any better I tried to pay attention, I just got lost."

"How could you have gotten lost? It was a simple story to follow."

"No, love. What I meant was I got lost in your eyes."

"Oh." I love that I can still make her blush.

"Yes oh, now continue on while I get lost again," I say, resuming staring into her eyes.