'WE DID IT! WE WON THE HOUSE CUP!' Hugging Angelina, then Fred and George, then, (to his suprise) Cormac Mclaggen. That's how excited i was. I realised someone was missing, but I tried not to dwell on it too much, instead contenting myself with laughing at Ron, who was extremely involved with a certain Lavender Brown. I don't think Hermione will be to pleased, but maybe Ron will come to his senses before she comes down from her dorm.
The Portrait swung open, then shut. I turned, My hair swinging below my waist, and saw Harry enter the common room, looking suprised, relieved, and excited all at the same time. I started towards him, but before i could get there, Ron had detached himself from Lavender, and ran straight to Harry, screaming at the top of his lungs,
"WE WON! WE WON! Four hundred and fifty to one hundred and forty!" Harry sort of looked around, dazed, as if in a dream. I walked up to him, My eyes for once betraying my emotions. We gave each other a huge hug, then I let go, about to say something, When he put his lips on mine. We kissed fearless, and oblivious to the world around us. I had both arms around his neck, and his around my waist. I wanted to live in that moment forever, but eventually we broke away. He looked at Ron, as if asking for permission, and Ron gave this sort of nod, I suppose to say that it was better than Michael Corner anyway, and Harry, nodded back. He looked at me, he seemed to be suggesting we take a walk. I smiled, and together we walked into blissful, comfortable, silence.