She's in the kitchen dressed in a purple tank top and cut-off shorts; she's perfection in his eyes, even if her hair is nothing but a tangled mess of fire. Dancing and blowing bubbles of soap suds sound the room as she sings along to some song only she can hear. "Beautiful." he whispers.
He walks in without a sound, she always said he would have made a very sneaky Slytherin. He stops when he's standing right behind her. He watches memorized for a moment by the way she moves so freely to the music, her music. The metal burns against his hand, and he almost leaves.
She looks down and a gasp escapes from her pink lips. She spins around, almost knocking into him, she comes to a stop when she spots him behind her. She stares at him, a question in her eyes.
He just points to the thing lying on her chest like that is where is was made to be. She grabs the thing he pointed at, its a locket. She glances at him before opening it. On one side is a old photo she instantly realizes its of his parents, the looks to the other side and sees a photo of him and her holding hands on that cold winter day.
A smile graces her lips when he looks back at the boy standing in front of her. "That's going to be us on day. ", He says pointing to the picture of his parents. She nods and leans back to capture his lips because she knows they will be them some day. They will defy all the odds. They will always have each other.