Roses
"What are you doing?" Hermione hissed at Harry, trying not to be distracted from Professor Flitwick's lecture.
"I bought these biros, and I'm drawing on your arm." Harry murmured unconcernedly, sketching out an image lightly.
"Stop!" Hermione wrenched her arm away from her boyfriend. "That won't wash off for ages," she examined it concernedly.
"It'll be fine," Harry rolled his eyes. "…What do you think?"
Hermione allowed a smile to curl her lips. "It's amazing Harry. Do you take summer classes?"
Harry blushed lightly at the compliment. "No, but I'm thinking of it."
They both gazing at the picture drawn on Hermione's arm; a detailed rose with delicate curling petals growing out the mouth of a snake.