The last enemy

Chapter 59: Sitting by the lake

I'm at the lake, with Ginny and Harry. They are sitting underneath a tree while I am laying in the grass writing an essay for Professor Sprout. Well, trying to write would be more accurate. I'm always getting distracted by Ginny and Harry being the cutest couple ever.

I smile, dreamily thinking of their wedding day. Of course, it will be outside, under a tree maybe, just like they are now. They will say their vows and everybody will be crying. It's going to be a really beautiful day.

- What are you grinning about?
- Your wedding day.

I answer Harry, smirking as he turns fabulously red. Ginny, who hasn't heard what I just said, looks very confused. I chuckle at their expression. They start talking to each other again and I listen to their conversation. Ginny asks Harry:

- So, have you got any idea who the Half-Blood Prince is?
- Not in the slightest. I mean, it certainly doesn't help that I had to hide it so that Snape wouldn't find what was written in it.
- But don't you think it's weird that Snape was suspicious about your book?
- Yeah...

Oh no. They are getting very close to the truth. Is that a bad thing? I mean, if Snape wanted them to know then he would've told them, right? So maybe it is a bad thing. I listen a bit more closely.

- ...you're right, Gin! It's as if he knew that the spell was from there. You don't think he could be —
- If you're asking yourselves, Snape is definitely not the Half-Blood Prince.
- I'm sorry, why were you listening to us? We could be saying other things that are very private!

Ginny says, starting to get furious. I raise my eyebrows at her and scoff:

- Well, if you were, it'd be dumb. You're in public...and also 15 so calm down.
- Wait, El, how could you be sure that it's not Snape?

Harry asks, suspiciously. Okay, I have no idea what to answer. Well, here's to hoping my cousin is stupid;

- Er, you said the book was bought in 1950, right? Snape wasn't born in 1950. Also...he doesn't seem like the kind of person to do this?
- Yeah, that's true...

Harry answers, sighing. Yay! My cousin is indeed stupid! I mean that, the book really could've been a hand-me-down and Snape is exactly the type of person to write new spells in a book. I'm just lucky my cousin is too dumb to realize it. I continue to listen to their conversations, as I have nothing better to do (or more interesting):

- You know that you're cute when you're mad?
- Cute when I am mad?
- Well, yeah. Especially when it's over Ron.
- You shouldn't think that it's cute, you should think that it's scary.

She says, leaning in and putting her head on his shoulder. Harry chuckles and kisses her forehead.

- I don't, though.
- Trust me, one day, you will.
- I highly doubt that.
- Oh yeah? You really want to play that game with me Potter?
- I think I do, Weasley!

As he says that, Ginny gets up and takes a few steps back, leading Harry towards the lake. Grinning mischievously, he follows her. At the last minute, before Gin can say anything, Harry tries to push her in the water. She laughs and shrieks:

- Stop! You're going to get me wet!

My face falls instantly.

...

- You're going to get me wet, Theo!
- Oh, am I now?

Theo smirked, carrying Eleanor in the lake. She tried to get out of his arms, without succeeding. She hadn't tried too hard, though, she had to admit. The sunset behind them and the mountains made this scene deserving of a movie or a book. She didn't really want it to stop. Plus, it was cute.