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Astoria listened closely to Calum's voice, having never taken the time to appreciate just how soothing it was to listen to him, and Astoria knew that she could never tire of hearing his words, her name only ever sounded right falling from his lips. When she processed his words, however, Astoria lifted her gaze to meet Calum's once more, her fingers still preoccupied with his hair, because dammit, she was privileged enough to be this close to him and she never wanted to let that opportunity go to waste. Feeling Calum's arm around her waist, Astoria's faint smile grew, almost bashfully, and she smiled to herself when she made her decision. She wanted Calum to call her his, and she wanted to call Calum hers, and if it's what they both wanted, there wasn't another moment to lose. Leaning in, Astoria's cheeks heat up slightly into a faint blush, and she pressed her lips to Calum's, the feeling alone enough to make Astoria feel like it was only them in the room, and when Astoria pulled away, her eyes met Calum's once more, and she smiled. "Does that give you your answer?"

Luke rolled his eyes playfully at Ember, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Your eyes are enchanting, Ember." Luke murmured into her skin, his own eyes closing in content, because having her in his embrace like this meant so much, Luke wasn't sure how to tell her outright, how she made his heart leap. "The brightest field of sunflowers could never compare to you and your eyes." Luke grinned, knowing he was being slightly cheesy, but not caring, because he wanted her to know that he loved her, and everything that came with her. Watching Ember process his words, Luke's smile softened when he noticed her expression soften, and when Ember closed her eyes, Luke pressed a feather light kiss to her cheek, admiring how her eyelashes brushed against her skin. Ember opened her eyes once more, but Luke stayed in place, his forehead resting gently against her cheek. When Ember confirmed she'd be his, Luke grinned, pulling her closer and pressing another kiss to her lips as his happiness coursed through his veins, grinning. "Bloody hell, Ember, you just made me the happiest man alive."

Euphemia had never anticipated kissing someone to be so intoxicating, and yet, kissing Michael Clifford made Euphemia feel absolutely love drunk. Keeping her forehead rested against Michael's, Euphemia returned his grin, gently wrapping her arms around his neck so she didn't have to part from him yet. When Michael locked his eyes onto her own, Euphemia took a moment to appreciate the little things, such as how Michael's eyes weren't just a set green - she was sure they had flecks of gold too, a true reflection of Michael's heart and soul. "How in God's name did you become so perfect?" Euphemia asked with a smile, but when he spoke, Euphemia listened carefully, intently, the sound of his voice like the finest symphony to her ears. Blinking in surprise to his words, Euphemia toyed with her lower lip, quickly skimming through all of the trouble she could get into, but looking back to Michael, Euphemia squeezed around him gently, smiling as she nodded. "I'll gladly be yours, Michael." She told him, her eyes brightening with her words, because the happiness flooded through her with the knowledge: she had gotten the most beautiful boy in school.

"We best get back. Class will be ending soon." He bit his lip. "Where would you like to meet to brew the Armortentia?" Ashton paused though, as Rowan watched him, and under her gaze, he felt comfortable - he felt no need to shrink himself, or to hide his face or fear for his safety, like he would at home. Rowan had the complete opposite affect on him, and he loved it. His gaze met hers, and he reached to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. admiring Rowan for the beauty she was, for the beauty she always had been. Ashton took Rowan's smile as an indication that she was happy to have this moment with him, because he was ecstatic to have this moment with her. When Rowan cupped his face, though, Ashton leaned into her touch, his eyes closing over as he just focused on the warmth of her skin against his. Listening carefully to her words, Ashton opened his eyes once more, studying Rowan's face, smiling weakly when he admired every little subtle thing he'd never appreciated before. He was determined to appreciate it now, and forever. When Rowan told him she believed in him, however, Ashton paused. It was the first time Ashton had heard that phrase, from anyone, and he blinked as he felt tears burn in the back of his eyes - was he worthy of her faith? Sniffling, Ashton ducked his head slightly. "Bloody hell, Rowan." He laughed, trying not to show he was crying again. "Thank you, just..." He exhaled a shuddered breath as his emotions got the better of him. "Thank you." He kissed the top of her head, before gently cupping her face to lift her gaze to his, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. "I've often wondered," Ashton started. "What it would be like to call you mine. I'd love to find out, if you'd allow me." He bit his lip nervously. "If you'd be mine."

Professor Horace Slughorn looked up from the book he was reading, seeing the couples in the back of his classroom and tutting jokingly. "It seems we don't need to brew Armortentia. Love seems to be in the air already."

Calum could feel the nervousness he felt rushing through his veins in a flood, reaching through every part of him and setting every nerve alight as he waited patiently for Astoria's answer, though he grinned broadly when he felt Astoria's fingers still running through his hair, and he couldn't help but to lean into her touch, breathing out quietly, happily, because he knew that every emotion that filled him in that moment was because of her, and he couldn't imagine anything better. Or, that's what he'd thought, anyway - until she'd pressed her lips to his, setting his senses aflame, his heart igniting in all the best ways, and he grinned despite the warmth that began forming on his cheeks, leaning into the kiss to return it happily, holding her closer to him, his thumbs rubbing over the fabric covering her hips gently. When she pulled back from the kiss, he laughed quietly, his forehead falling naturally, happily, to hers, and he chewed on his lip as he peered at her, taking in everything he could about her with how close they were in that moment. “I think it does,” he murmured in slight awe before he leaned to peck her lips once more, his grin broadening. “And I quite love the answer - almost as much as I love you.” Winking teasingly, he held her closer, breathing out in content, though he chuckled again, barely able to believe his luck. “I've never been happier in my life, Astoria - and I've never felt luckier. I just… Dammit, you're the best thing in my life.” And, for now, he ignored Slughorn in favor of focusing all of his attention on the girl who held his heart in her hands.

Ember grinned when she felt Like kiss her forehead, her grin broadening when she heard his words. “Oi, you're not one to talk, have you looked in a mirror and seen your own eyes?” she murmured quietly, her eyes searching over his features for a few long moments before her gaze locked back on his. “I think your eyes could chase away any anxiety or fear or worry that could possibly exist.” And, she believed it, she truly did, because just staring into Luke's eyes now made her feel comfortable and safe and, breathing out happily with the feeling, she relaxed as she enjoyed the close contact between them, grinning broadly when Luke's forehead was resting against her cheek. Reaching her hand up, she couldn't help but to run her fingers through his hair once more, loving the way his hair felt between her fingers, finding the feeling comforted her and hoping it did the same for him. When he pulled her closer, though, she laughed and, feeling his lips against hers, she laughed, shifting to slide her arms around his neck as she examined him. “Sounds fitting, since I'm now the happiest woman in the world,” she teased lightly, winking, though she peered over at Slughorn in surprise, blinking, and she chewed on her lip, ducking her head with an amused expression despite the warmth on her cheeks.

Michael chewed on his lip, a grin fighting its way onto his features, and he didn't want to force it back, allowing it to form, the happiness he felt in Euphemia's presence spreading through him in a rush and he loved it, he loved her, and he swore no feeling in the world was better than loving her and having her love in return. Feeling Euphemia's arms around his neck, he rested a hand gently on her hip, though he lifted his other hand to brush her hair gently out of her face tucking it behind her ear before his hand cupped her cheek gently, his thumb running over the skin there as he examined her. “I think a better question is how in God's name did I get so bloody lucky?” he murmured quietly in response, his grin broadening, his heart swelling, because he almost couldn't believe how happy he was, how lucky he was, or the fact that Euphemia felt the same for him that he felt for her - and he wondered, for a long moment, what in the world he did to deserve such an honor. When Euphemia answered him, he couldn't help the happy laugh that escaped him, his eyes widening happily, and he leaned to kiss her forehead gently, happily, and tugged her closer to himself. “I hope this isn't some dream, because hearing that, hearing you agree to be mine, Merlin, I've never been happier in my life.” And he laughed again for a moment, leaning to press his lips to hers gently before he pulled back, peering over at Slughorn when he heard his words before he grinned at Euphemia. “Oops, looks like we got caught,” he teased with a wink.

“You probably have a point there,” Rowan admitted quietly, a part of her worrying that somebody would notice their prolonged absence and come out to check on them. And, as happy as she was to know how Ashton felt about her, she worried about how her friends would react - and, moreover, she worried that, if they reacted poorly, it would make it more difficult for Ashton to adjust to everything that was forming between the two of them. Upon hearing his question, she thought for a few moments. “We could meet outside? Unless you’d rather meet somewhere more private?” Her eyes examined his for a few moments and she smiled slightly as she watched him, her thumb running over his cheek when she felt him lean into her touch, amazed by just how natural it felt to be this close to him, to have contact like this. When he sniffled and ducked his head, though, she felt her chest tighten with concern, only for her to smile when she heard his laugh, and she grinned when he thanked her. “Ashton, you really don’t have to thank me,” she whispered, though she blinked when he cupped her face and, watching him, she leaned into his touch, leaning into his kiss for the moment it lasted, her eyes searching his as she listened to him. “I’d love to be called yours, Ashton, so long as I get to call you mine in return.”

Horace Slughorn chuckled, shaking his head. "You're free to go, class. See you Friday."

When Astoria felt Calum return the kiss, she smiled, her hands delicately cupping his cheeks, the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips almost intoxicating, and when Calum held her closer, Astoria obediently followed his lead, and she swore, that in that moment, her whole world wasn't around her, it was in front of her. Pulling back, Astoria bit her lower lip, her gaze meeting Calum's when their foreheads met once more, and Calum's laugh was just incredible. Astoria giggled with Calum's words, pecking his lips in return, once, twice, three times, addicted to the feeling. "I love you more, though." She teased, meaning every word despite herself. "Dammit, Calum, you have no idea how long I've wanted this." Astoria murmured, nuzzling into Calum happily, ignoring Slughorn's words to focus on him, because Astoria didn't want anybody else. "I can't believe you're mine, I'm so lucky." She sighed happily.

Luke chuckled when Ember's grin broadened and she spoke about his eyes, and when her gaze locked onto his, Luke's heart pounded hard in his chest because god dammit, he loved her and nothing could ever change that, he wouldn't allow anything to change that. "Look at you, being a charmer." Luke murmured, pressing a kiss to Ember's cheek with a smile when she continued to speak. "Good. I never want you to feel anxious, or afraid, or worried. I'll do anything to make you happy, Ember." Luke promised, his usually loud voice at a level which was almost heard to hear - loud enough for Ember only. With his forehead still against her cheek, Luke sighed happily when he felt Ember's fingers run through his hair once more. "That's the best feeling in the world." He admitted, nuzzling into her touch. "You're the best thing in the world." Luke smiled with that, tugging her closer once more as he pressed a kiss to her lips, and when Ember laughed, Luke's heart set alight in the best damn way. Wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, in return to Ember wrapping her arms around his neck, Luke grinned, pressing a kiss to the tip of Ember's nose, laughing with Slughorn's words. "Sorry, Professor." Luke arched an amused eyebrow at Ember, clearly amused. But when Slughorn dismissed the class, Luke grinned, pressing a kiss to Ember's lips once more, reluctantly pulling away to gather his things. "Madam Sprout's Herbology lesson was cancelled." Luke informed Ember with a grin. "Would you like to take a walk?"

Euphemia smiled when she saw the grin that formed on Michael's face - his happiness was so infectious, and Euphemia loved it, wondering why that particular bug hadn't bitten her sooner. Feeling his hand on her hip, Euphemia leaned into Michael's touch when he brushed her hair from her face, the palm of his hand warm against her face, and Euphemia pressed a sweet kiss to Michael's palm. Hearing the laugh that escaped Michael, Euphemia giggled, loving how happy he sounded in that moment, because he made her feel the exact same way. "Guess we both got lucky, because I'm asking myself the same thing." Euphemia's voice was soft, almost shy, and she played with the hair at the back of his neck, clearly content to spend as much time in Michael's arms as she could. When Michael tugged her forward, Euphemia laughed, her head falling back slightly as her arms wrapped around Michael fully, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You truly are something special, Michael." Euphemia grinned as he pressed a kiss to her lips, and when he pulled away when Slughorn spoke, Euphemia tugged him back to press another kiss to his lips, just quick and brief, but so meaningful. Hearing Slughorn's words, Euphemia's blush deepened and she giggled, shoving Michael gently. "Oops." She teased back.

Even when Rowan agreed that Ashton had a point about returning to Slughorn's class, Ashton didn't want to pull away from her, fearing his heart would break the moment he did. He had waited such a long time, with baited breath, for this moment, and when fate presented it to him, it was much too short for his liking. Still, as Rowan spoke, Ashton stayed silent, wanting her to know that he cared about what she had to say. "Outside is best." He confirmed with a small smile. He didn't want her anywhere near the common room, for her own sake. Ashton decided, when he was free of his expectations and selfish fears, he'd show her off as much as he could, but for now, he just couldn't. Although he felt the anxieties whirring within him - what would Scorpius think? What if his parents found out? His Father - swallowing the fear down, Ashton admired Rowan, noticing how, when he looked to her for silent reassurance, all those fears seemed to shrink a little, because she captured his attention and made his life so bright that the darkness just wasn't strong enough to push back. It was almost overwhelming. When Rowan reassured him he didn't need to thank her, Ashton squeezed around her gently. "But, I do." Ashton nodded. "No one's ever had belief in me before, and hearing it come from you, it means so much." Ashton's curls fell into his face slightly, but he lifted his gaze to Rowan's once he'd pulled away from the kiss. "You can always call me yours, Rowan." Ashton promised quietly, pressing another kiss to her lips. "Come on, before Euphemia and Calum send out a search party."

Calum grinned broadly when he felt her hands against his cheeks, when he felt that contact between them, swearing that nothing in the world felt better than having her so close, having her under his touch and feeling her skin against his own, amazed by the effect Astoria so easily had on him, loving it, even. When Astoria pulled back from the kiss, he grinned as he examined her, his heart racing when he saw her bite her lip and, with their foreheads against each other, with being so close to each other, he swore their breath mingled together in the best way, keeping them connected. When Astoria giggled, he couldn’t help but to laugh again, leaning into each peck he received, trying to make each one last longer than the previous one, because he never wanted to lose the feeling she gave him and, really, he didn’t want any of this to end, amazed by how easily Astoria filled his senses, setting everything within him alight in the best ways possible, in ways he couldn’t even imagine. “I don’t think that’s possible, love,” he said with amusement, chuckling gently as he drew her closer still and, when she murmured and nuzzled into him, he slid his arms around her gently, holding her close as he rubbed her back gently. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea. My best is that you’ve wanted it for as long as I have.” That was his hope, anyways, because he was certain that every path they could have taken would have led them to each other and he loved the thought, he loved her. “I’m the lucky one, Astoria, truly.” Shifting, he kissed the top of her head, pressing his face into her hair, though not at all eager to move away from her, despite that Slughorn had dismissed them.

Ember couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips when she registered what Luke had murmured, her grin spreading across her features when Luke kissed her cheek. “I’m only telling the truth,” she hummed out happily, though her heart swelled as she listened to his promise, her expression softening, her grin softening to a fond, happy smile. “You do make me happy, Luke,” she assured quietly, relaxing with him so close, feeling safe within his embrace, comfortable in his presence, like she belonged there, like she always did and always would. Her fingers still running through his hair, she smiled to herself when she heard his words, feeling him nuzzling into her touch. “Yeah?” she asked quietly as she peered at him, watching him, her grin broadening, “I’ll make sure to play with your hair more often.” She laughed still when Luke tugged her closer and, grinning with his kiss, her eyes searched his when he kissed her nose. “I think you’re the best thing in the world, so we might have a little disagreement there.” And, she winked teasingly but she relaxed, breathing out happily when she felt him kiss her lips once more and, shifting, she quickly kissed him again herself before she retracted her hands to work on packing up her own things. “A walk?” Peering over at him, she offered a small grin. “Any destination in mind or should we just wander aimlessly? Either way, you can count me in.” After all, she knew, she just knew, that she would follow Luke to the ends of the Earth, to the ends of the universe, even, because everything about him made her feel genuinely at home, and she never wanted to lose that.

Michael could feel happiness rush through him, spreading throughout his body, reaching every atom, when he felt Euphemia kiss his palm and heard her giggle, absolutely loving every single way that Euphemia reacted to him - to his touch, to his words, to his laughter, to his affection. Grinning with the thought, he leaned forward to kiss her forehead gently, breathing out happily, swearing that everything about Euphemia affected him in all of the best ways that could possibly exist and, with the thought, he knew that he couldn’t imagine anything better than having her in his life, having her love. “Well, if we’re both lucky, imagine what it would be like to share that luck with each other,” he teased lightly, grinning broadly with the thought, “We would never even need liquid luck.” He laughed with the thought, but he found the whole idea of it astounding, because a part of him genuinely believed it. If he was lucky enough to earn Euphemia’s attention, to receive her affection, to receive her love, then he didn’t think he ever needed liquid luck - what more could he possibly want it for, anyway? When Euphemia laughed, though, her head falling back with her laughter, he was so mesmerized by her that he couldn’t help but to laugh along, his hold on her tightening, though he grinned broadly when her arms were around him, his grin broadening when she kissed his cheek. “I don’t think I compare to you, love,” he murmured quietly against her lips, though he laughed when she pulled back, peering at Slughorn, though he grinned when she kissed him again, his eyes running over her blush. “You truly are perfection, Euphemia.” With his words, he shifted to kiss her forehead but nodded when Slughorn dismissed them, and, keeping one hand on Euphemia’s hip, he used his free hand to start putting his things away. “You’re not in any rush to escape, are you?” he asked with a grin, peering at her, “Perhaps we can go relax a bit.”

Rowan watched Ashton while she waited for his decision but, when he decided that outside was the better option, she smiled slightly and nodded. “Alright,” she murmured quietly, just looking forward to the thought of spending any amount of time with him - and the fact that it was while they were working on the potion meant that they at least had an excuse if anybody asked questions. Her eyes ran over his features and, for a moment, she thought there was something flitting about in his mind and her expression softened but she didn’t question him, not wanting to put him on the spot, not wanting to push him, ever. Instead, she smiled slightly when he squeezed around her. “Oi,” she murmured gently, lifting her hand to run her fingers through his hair, pushing it gently from his face. “If that’s truly the case, then I’ll always remind you that I believe in you, Ashton. I’ll put all of my belief in you, always.” And, she meant it, she truly did, because she just knew that Ashton was capable of anything. She grinned, though, when she heard his promise, and she leaned into the kiss for the moment it lasted. “Perfect,” she decided quietly, though she made a joking face when he mentioned their friends, and she nodded. “Right. I don’t think that would go well at all.” And, shifting, she took hold of his hand to lead the way back to class, only releasing her hold once they got to the door - not because she wanted to, but because, again, she didn’t want to push things, she didn’t want to put Ashton in any uncomfortable positions, and she didn’t want her friends and his friends to react poorly.

Astoria exhaled happily into Calum's neck as she felt Calum rub her back, and she rested her hands against his biceps, just constantly feeling the need to be touching him, especially now, because she was the only one who could. Hearing his words though, Astoria peered up at Calum. "How long have you wanted it for?" She asked, seeing no need for her voice to be anything above hushed. "I've wanted this, you, since second year." Astoria admitted shyly, biting her lip to rid herself of her nerves in even saying that out loud. Only Michael had ever known the extent of her adoration for Calum, and it took a lot of effort to keep Michael quiet. When Calum kissed the top of her head, Astoria smiled, her arms wrapping around Calum's neck once more as he pressed his face into her hair, and she sighed happily against his neck. "I love you." She murmured into his golden skin, appreciating everything about him. "We should get somewhere a little more comfortable than a dungeon. Anywhere you want to explore?" Astoria suggested with a smile, her voice muffled.

Luke rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt to the elbow, loosening his tie now that classes had ended for the day. Tucking his wand behind his ear, Luke picked up his Potions book and stood to his feet. "A walk." Luke confirmed, his own grin growing at the sight of hers. "We could just wander around, maybe visit the pumpkin patch?" Luke offered. "They'll be growing nicely now." Luke smiled fondly, and he'd never admitted it to anyone, but he had a slight love for Herbology. "Anyway, I have Quidditch practice tomorrow, and I want to spend as much time with you before then." Luke smiled bashfully with his own confession, but he didn't care. He could call Ember his now - officially - and he loved it. Smiling apologetically at Slughorn as he looked over, Luke chuckled, shoving his free hand in his pocket. Leaning down to press a kiss to Ember's cheek, Luke grinned against her skin. "Slughorn's already fed up of us." He teased quietly, standing up straight once more and straightening out his shirt, offering Ember his arm. "Come on, pretty girl. Let's get out of this dreary dungeon."

Euphemia retracted her arms from around Michael's neck with hesitance, but listened to him speak intently as she packed away her things, tucking her wand up the sleeve of her shirt, adjusting her green and silver tie proudly once more, because it didn't feel like such a burden now that she knew Michael loved her. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise, she wouldn't have to marry her best friend, and could focus entirely on a love of her choice, one that her heart decided on. "Liquid luck is overrated anyway." Euphemia teased. "I'd much rather have you as my good luck charm." She hummed happily, standing to her feet and pressing a kiss to the top of Michael's head, waiting for him for as she leaned on the edge of the oak table. "You can come to every Quidditch game to make sure I don't lose." She teased, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Hearing Michael call her perfection, though, Euphemia blinked in surprise. "Whatever did I do?" She laughed, cupping Michael's face gently, leaning to press a kiss to his forehead. "I'm in no rush if you're not." She smiled, winking at him with a newfound confidence that Michael seemed to awake in her. "I'd really love to. Where would you like to go?"

Ashton smiled when Rowan confirmed his suggestion of brewing the Amortentia outside. At this point, he didn't care if the bloody Minister for Magic himself saw them together, all he wanted was to embrace the fact that Rowan was his, and all of a sudden, Ashton loved being in love. It was something he never saw happening to himself - he was always destined to continue the Irwin family tradition, keeping Slytherin in the family, and his fate had been decided for him when he'd turned thirteen. But now, here he was, with his eyes and heart set directly on Rowan, and he was willing to embrace it with open arms, because damn it, he deserved to. When Rowan had pulled him from his thoughts though, running her fingers through his hair, Ashton exhaled happily and offered Rowan a weak smile. "I hope I can make you proud." Ashton replied quietly, because that's all that mattered. Rowan, and her opinion of him, was all that mattered. Smiling when he saw Rowan's joking face, Ashton opened his mouth to speak but paused when he felt Rowan's fingers interlock with his own, and he grinned, a genuinely happy grin, squeezing her hand in return, practically floating on air with how elated he felt. When Rowan released her hold, Ashton didn't mind, knowing it was for the best, but he quickly lifted her hand to his lips, before leading the way in, seeing their peers packing their possessions. Slughorn must of dismissed the class.

Calum held Astoria close to himself when he felt her breath against his skin and, relaxing with her there in his arms, with her safe, he kissed the top of her head gently, and he grinned slightly when he felt her hands against his arms, he squeezed her gently to himself and breathed out happily. “Since the last day of our first year,” he told her quietly, chewing on his lip, “Just… When we were all departing from Hogwarts Express and I saw you and realized I wouldn’t get to see you for the rest of the summer, I wanted to chase you right away, even with us still being kids - you had a hell of an effect on me. I’ve never had a crush that bad.” He laughed with the thought, aware that something about Astoria had stirred those emotions within him so easily, and he couldn’t complain about it even for a moment, because everything was perfect now, she was his and he was hers, and they were finally together. “I love you, too, Astoria.” Shifting slightly, he pressed a kiss to her forehead gently, loving the way it felt to have her in his arms, loving the way it felt to be in her presence, to be this close to her - he couldn’t imagine anything more perfect. “Mm, we definitely should,” he murmured with a small grin, pulling back a bit to peer down at her, lifting his hand to brush her hair out of her face gently before he ran his fingers through her hair, relaxing. “Perhaps a walk by the lake?”

Ember examined Luke, grinning to herself when she saw him stand to his feet and she hummed in thought as she shifted to tuck her wand into her knee high socks and gathered her book. “The pumpkin patch sounds like the perfect place to take a walk,” she hummed out happily, “We can see how large the pumpkins have grown so far.” Her grin broadening with the thought, she blinked when she heard him mention Quidditch practice and she peered up at him, listening quietly. “Oi, what a softy,” she murmured teasingly, though she lifted her hand when he leaned down to kiss her cheek, cupping his face. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can as well, though,” she whispered, dropping her hand to curl her fingers against the fabric of his shirt when he stood up. “Slughorn will be alright.” Winking teasingly, she shifted to stand up, sliding her arm through his gently. “It’s not so dreary when you’re here.” And, despite her teasing, she meant it, with everything in her, because she just knew that Luke would make even the darkest places shine brightly. Humming happily with the thought, she leaned against him a bit, holding her book close to herself. “Let’s go, then, shall we?”

Michael grinned slightly as he watched Euphemia, though he slowly stood to his feet once she had retracted her arms - solely because, the sooner he gathered his things, the sooner he could have her back in his hold, and he could feel his heart swelling with the thought. Tucking his wand into his pocket, he peered over at Euphemia, his grin broadening when he saw her fix her tie. “Oi, look at you, absolutely gorgeous,” he murmured quietly, happily, and he leaned over to kiss the side of her head as he gathered his book in his arm before he slid his free arm around her shoulders, humming in thought to her words. “I will gladly be your good luck charm. And you can be mine. Together, we’ll be unstoppable.” And, he grinned with the thought, because it was an amazing thought, and, more than that, he absolutely believed it to be true as well, because she made everything so wonderful. “I’ll cheer you on at every single Quidditch game, even when you play Hufflepuff.” Smirking with the thought, he winked at her, because he wanted her to know that, no matter what, he would always be on her side - of that, he was absolutely certain. He refused to let anything ruin what they had. “You don’t have to do anything to be perfection, Euphemia - you just genuinely are, and it’s breathtaking.” When she kissed his forehead, he grinned, tugging her to his side before he hummed in thought. “We could go to the Quidditch field? Surely nobody’s practicing yet, and I can tell how much you love it.”

Rowan listened quietly to Ashton, offering a small smile in response, and she nodded slightly as she examined him, swearing she never wanted to tear her gaze away, but well aware that she couldn’t stare at the wonder forever. “I know you can,” she assured quietly, because she was certain of it. And, even if things were hard, even if Ashton slipped every now and then, she’d be there to help him through it, she was determined to do so. As she’d moved to release her hold on his hand, she paused when she felt him lift her hand to his lips and, peering back at him, she offered a small smile, her heart warm with the contact, with knowing that, even if she couldn’t have contact like that all the time, she could have it in moments like this. Once their hands were separated, she followed him in quietly, heading to their table so that she could pack her things when she realized that everybody else was - it was probably a good thing that they’d come back when they had, in that case, because, otherwise, they probably would have gotten caught in the corridor. Grabbing her wand, she slipped it into her robe carefully before gathering her books, though she couldn’t help but to peer over at Ashton every now and then, just glad to know the truth more than anything, glad to be his, because she didn’t want to be anybody else’s.

Astoria giggled when Calum squeezed her, closing the small space between them. But when he exhaled happily, when he began to speak, Astoria paid close attention, appreciating every small detail, because every time she looked to the beautiful boy, she discovered something new, something gorgeous. "You were so adorable in first year," Astoria smiled out in thought. "We were at the age of discovering new things, and you really were something worth discovering." Smiling up at Calum, Astoria kissing his jaw. "Perhaps you could visit over the summer." Blinking with her suggestion though, Astoria looked to Calum. "Or vice versa. The muggle world definitely isn't ready for you." She grinned, squeezing around his biceps gently. When Calum kissed her forehead, Astoria exhaled happily, unable to wipe the smile from her face. She was his now, and he was hers, and that's all that mattered. Feeling Calum's fingers run through her hair, Astoria's head fell back slightly. "The lake sounds lovely." Astoria confirmed, leaning to press a sweet kiss to Calum's lips, standing to her feet, slipping her wand into her knee high socks, neatening out her cardigan.

Luke chuckled when he noticed Ember tucking her wand into her socks, amused by the ingenuity of it. "Brilliant hiding place." He teased, although honestly impressed. Running a hand through his hair, Luke smiled softly when Ember agreed that the pumpkin patch was a good idea - he was hoping she would like it. "I'm sure they're growing wonderfully." Luke grinned happily. "Hagrid's always get so huge, I wonder how he does it, sometimes." He when Ember called him softy though, Luke blinked, his cheeks warming slightly as he grinned. "What? I hate the thought of leaving you for a second, nevermind two hours." Luke confessed quietly. "And I think you love it when I'm a softy." Luke teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she spoke, grinning withh er confession. When Ember linked her arm through his, Luke smiled, feeling like the luckiest boy in school. "He oughta be, he wasn't even paying attention the whole class anyway." Luke grinned. "Bye bye, Professor!" Luke called with a cheeky grin, leading Ember out of the classroom, grinning with her words. "I hope I can bring light to every aspect of your life, like you do with mine." Luke smiled down at his girlfriend, his heart swelling with the sight of her. "Do you want my jumper? It's a bit chilly outside."

Euphemia finished fixing her tie, smoothing it out against her shirt, tucking the end into her cardigan, looking to Michael with amusement, although her cheeks burned slightly with the compliment. "You must stop doing this." She teased the Hufflepuff boy playfully. "What did I do?" She rolled her eyes playfully, smiling as Michael kissed the side of her head. When Michael wrapped his arm around her shoulders, Euphemia smiled, leaning into his embrace. "Unstoppable sounds good." Euphemia teased, wrapping an arm around Michael's middle, giggling with the thought, because she was sure, the more time she spent with Michael, she truly would be unstoppable with him by her side. "Ooh, you'd ditch your own team for me?" Euphemia teased, leaning on her tip toes to press a kiss to Michael's cheek. "Your seeker is awful anyway." She teased. When Michael called her perfect, again, Euphemia laughed, burying her face into the material of his grey Hogwarts sweatshirt. Hearing his suggestion for the Quidditch pitch though, Euphemia nodded. "Of course." She smiled. "The Slytherin changing rooms should be unlocked, too." She explained. "I could teach you to fly." She grinned up at him.

Ashton, seeing Rowan's offered smile, returned it feverishly, running an anxious hand through his hair, telling himself that he was invincible, because Rowan loved him. That's all he ever needed. Knowing that Rowan's faith was in him, of all people, made Ashton feel like he was the most powerful wizard out there. Missing the warmth of Rowan's hand from his own, Ashton packed his things, shifting as he picked up his things, tapping his wand against Rowan's parchment to leave a note to tell her to meet him outside the Slytherin common room in ten minutes, knowing everyone else would be in duelling club. Tucking his wand into the sleeve of his shirt - something most Slytherins did, in case they needed to retract it quickly for self defense. Peering at Rowan, Ashton offered her a small smile, picking up his Potions book and offering Rowan a small wave, although he'd do anything to remain by her side, not wanting to part from her at all. Exiting the classroom, Ashton retracted his wand to tap Euphemia's parchment, before walking down the hallway, to the Slytherin common room.

Calum took Astoria in, loving the sound of her giggle, loving the feeling of having her this close to him, and, in that moment, he swore that nothing could ever be more amazing than the feeling Astoria gave him - well, except Astoria herself. Happy with the thought, he shook his head, chuckling when he heard her words. “Adorable, huh? I can accept that,” he teased lightly, grinning down at her, his eyes examining her features for a few long moments, committing every single detail he could about her to his memory, tucking them away because he never wanted to forget her. “You were, too, you know,” he murmured quietly, kissing her cheek gently after he felt her kiss his jaw. “Truly.” When he heard her suggestion, though, the grin that spread across his features was practically unmatched. “I’d love to visit over the summer. You could visit as well. We could each get a taste of what each other’s ‘normal’ is. Besides, I’d love to meet your family and, truthfully, I’d love for you to meet mine.” He knew, of course, that that would be a huge step, but he also knew it would be so worth it. Hearing her agreement, he nodded slightly, grinning with the kiss he received from her before he stood up, offering his hand to her. “Let’s get going, then, yeah?” he suggested, though he blinked when he saw her hiding her wand, and he grinned. “You truly do always astound me.”

Ember blinked, peering up at Luke when she heard his chuckle, but she grinned at his amused expression and rolled her eyes playfully to his words. “I can pretend to kneel to tie my shoes and draw my wand instead,” she hummed out with a small shrug, “Or if I fall or get knocked down, it’s easier to draw it, too.” She knew it was unlikely to encounter a scenario like that, but, just in case, she wanted to be prepared. Watching him as he ran his hand through his hair, she smiled and nodded. “Maybe we can ask for his secret,” she joked lightly, though her heart swelled so much when she saw his cheeks warming. “I know what you mean,” she assured quietly, “And, I do love it when you’re a softy.” Winking teasingly, she chewed on her lip when he kissed the top of her head, her grin spreading across her face, though she waved to Slughorn as she followed Luke out, keeping close, because she loved being near him. “Won’t you get cold, though?”

Michael could feel the grin spreading across his face before he even registered that he wanted to grin, the sight of Euphemia’s blush spreading a warmth through himself almost as if it was in response to her blush. “Why would I ever stop?” he teased lightly, grinning broadly down at her as he leaned to kiss the top of her head. “You never have to do anything, I promise. You just… You’re you and I love it, I love you.” And, he meant it, completely, with everything in him, and he hoped, more than anything, that she could see that. Feeling her lean into his embrace, feeling her arm wrap around him, hearing her giggle, all of the small things just made his heart swell so much, so happily, that he wondered how it was even possible to feel as giddy as he did in her presence. “Definitely unstoppable, everybody will be jealous,” he chimed happily, chewing on his lip as he examined her, taking her in, because she was the most amazing thing in his world. “I would ditch my team for you any day, I promise. You’re worth it.” Winking down at her, he grinned to himself, breathing out happily, his grin broadening when she kissed his cheek, but, when she buried her face into his sweatshirt, he held her closer to himself, a little tighter, but still so very gentle with her. “Ooh, in that case, I think I’d have the most beautiful teacher to exist. Let’s do it.”

Rowan watched Ashton quietly while he packed up, though she tried not to be too obvious about it, peering at him from the corners of her eyes every now and then. When she noticed Ashton tap her parchment with his wand, though, she blinked with confusion, arching a curious brow before she realized words were forming on the parchment and, when she saw what the words indicated, she felt her heart swell, and she lifted her gaze in time to see Ashton’s small smile and wave. Smiling slightly in return, she nodded in hopes to assure him she’d meet him there before waving slightly and finishing packing up her things. Chewing on her lip, she couldn’t help but to feel a slight excitement bubbling up within her with the thought of being able to spend more time with Ashton, and she found herself looking forward to it more than she’d ever really looked forward to anything. Slipping the parchment into her book, she straightened, watching Ashton leave and held her book tightly to herself, using her wand to twirl and pin her hair into a bun before she headed out, seeing that all of her friends seemed busy with their own things - a sight which caused her to grin, but she didn’t bother them and instead headed out of the classroom.

Astoria listened to Calum chuckle, and she looked to him fondly, grinning. "You were adorable!" Astoria smiled with the thought of Calum in first year. He'd been in the same carriage as her on the Hogwarts Express, and she'd caught his eye in passing. Even then, Astoria was almost dumbfounded by how gorgeous he was - Calum had spent the whole train ride, reassuring a nervous muggleborn that Hogwarts was amazing, re-encountering stories his older sister had told him. "You had the chubbiest cheeks." Astoria hummed in thought, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Adorable is definitely the right term." She grinned, but hearing Calum's rebuttal, Astoria laughed, shaking her head. "Hey, if it wasn't for you that day, I definitely wouldn't of boarded the train." She murmured, smiling as Calum kissed her cheek. "I'd love to meet your family, Cal. I'm sure they're wonderful people, to have such a wonderful son." When Calum extended his hand to her, Astoria took his hand with a smile, squeezing gently but blinking with his words. "What?" She laughed, following him out of the classroom. "Why?"

Luke grinned as Ember explained her actions, clearly impressed with her quick thinking. "I love it." Luke exhaled happily, watching the woman he loved with a sense of wonder, amazed by her way of thinking. "You're just brilliant, do you know that?" Luke asked with pride, his free hand resting on top of Ember's, wanting to keep her as warm as he could with the Scottish September chill. Still, Luke grinned with Ember's teasing nature. "He's a half giant, I'm sure he's got all kinds of tricks up his sleeve." Luke retorted, trying to distract her from his blush. "But, if you want, you can come to practice tomorrow?" Luke offered. "First match isn't for two weeks, but I could use some good luck. I've definitely gotten rusty over the summer." Luke shook his head with the thought, but walked happily with Ember by his side, having her there making all the difference. "But I'm glad you like my soft side. You're the only one who'll ever see it." Luke laughed, leaning to press a kiss to the top of her head. Pausing though, Luke shrugged off his jumper and gently offered it to Ember. "I won't." Luke smiled. "It's colder when you're up in the air, I suppose I'm used to it."

Euphemia peeked into her parchment, seeing Ashton's message. Curling up the parchment once more, Euphemia looked to Michael and smiled. "As sweet as it is, I don't need to hear it all the time." Euphemia teased, cuddling further into Michael as he kissed the top of her head. "But I love you too, everything about you really. But it's your smile that really brings this place to life." She told him softly, leading the way out of the dungeons and to the daylight once more, appreciating the sunlight, Euphemia's arm returned around Michael's waist. "They should be jealous, darling." Euphemia grinned, being mischievous. "Nobody could beat your brilliance, Michael." Euphemia promised, and when she felt Michael hold her just that little tighter, little closer, she smiled up at him. "Are you sure you trust me to be your teacher?" Euphemia asked. "I've been flying since I was little, so I think you'll be okay." Euphemia smiled. Bumping into Scorpius, Euphemia offered the boy a stiff nod, still in Michael's embrace.

Ashton stood outside the Slytherin common room, arms folded defensively against his chest and students bustled to their next class. Herbology had been cancelled for that afternoon, so the handful of Fifth years had some spare time, and Ashton felt that there was no better way to spend that free time than to spend it with Rowan. She was a beauty, and Ashton was unsure where his courage came from - the courage to open up to her, even if only a little, the courage to kiss her, but wherever it came from, he loved it, he really did. It was almost like taking a breath after being submerged in water, the gasp of life Ashton craved for so long had been right there, and he never bothered to accept that Rowan was what he needed until his lungs were almost overflowing. Ducking his head with the thought, Ashton saw Scorpius and offered him a weak smile, frowning when Scorpius informed him that the Ministry would be sending dementors to guard the school because of a prison break from Azkaban. Ashton had only ever had one experience with a dementor, and it was nothing pleasant. He decided he would bring it up with Rowan, to ensure her safety. The creatures were unforgiving. When Scorpius left, Ashton rolled his eyes, waiting patiently for Rowan.

Calum blinked as he listened to Astoria’s words, though he chuckled quietly, rolling his eyes playfully. “You were the adorable one. You still are,” he teased her lightly, his heart swelling with the memory. Even when he first met her, he’d been completely entranced by her, and he absolutely loved it, more than he could quite put into words. He wished he’d pursued his affection for her long before this but at least he was doing so now and he wasn’t turning back now. “Oi!” he complained with a laugh when she tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Cheeky.” But, he loved it, loving seeing her like this, such a strong difference from the first day he had met her. “Well, you boarded the train and you’re still here,” he murmured quietly, “You’ve made it through to this point in time and you’re still standing strong and learning new magic and, as far as I can tell, you’re still loving it here at Hogwarts.” And, grinning with the thought, he held her closer to himself, breathing out happily, though he nodded to her words. “They’d love you, I just know it.” After all, he loved her and, besides, what was there to not love about her, anyway? But, still, he grinned as they walked. “You just do - the things you say, the things you do, even your apparent hiding spaces.” He winked teasingly, grinning down at her.

Ember paused, peering up at Luke with mild surprise, though she offered a faintly amused look. “It’s hardly brilliant, I’m sure I’m not the only one who does it,” she murmured in response, though she grinned when she felt Luke’s hand above hers and she couldn’t help but to lean her head against his shoulder slightly, just loving being near him. She laughed, though, when Luke spoke, and she nodded. “I certainly want to learn as many of Hagrid’s tricks as possible. Who knows what could be learned from him?” She grinned with the thought, her heart swelling, because she certainly had a soft spot for the half-giant. Hearing Luke’s offer, though, she peered up at him with mild surprise, though she soon grinned broadly. “I’d really like to come watch, if you’re sure it’s okay. I think you’ll do wonderfully, though.” Feeling Luke kiss the top of her head, she grinned as she processed his words. “The only one, huh? Lucky men,” she murmured teasingly, though she blinked when she saw him offering his jumper and, her heart swelling, she grinned and took it, tugging it on, taking in his scent. “Thank you, Luke.”

Michael grinned with Euphemia’s words, drawing her closer to himself. “I can’t help it,” he told her gently, peering down at her as he took her in for a few long moments, chewing on his lip. “You deserve to always be told it, because it’s the truth and I never want you to forget it.” He kept closer to her as they walked, though, humming in thought as he listened to her. “And I’ll constantly remind you how much I love you, because it means I get to hear it in return.” He winked teasingly but grinned. “No, love, it’s you that brings this place to life. Your presence in the castle makes every moment worth it, I mean it.” And, he really, truly did. He believed it with every fiber of his being and he wanted her to know it, too. “Oh, I think they’d be jealous of the both of us any day. Just look at us, all cute and such.” Grinning teasingly, he kissed the top of her head but paused as they crossed paths with Scorpius and he watched the boy, keeping a protective hold on Euphemia before he smiled down at her. “I definitely trust you to be my teacher. I’d never trust anybody more than I trust you.”

Rowan mentally kept track of the seconds that passed, counting to herself to keep a precise track of how much time was passing so that she could meet Ashton properly in ten minutes. It was still a shock to her that she had Ashton’s attention in a positive way when she’d thought for sure he hated her this whole time. Chewing on her lip, she couldn’t help but to smile to herself, grateful that such a thing hadn’t truly been the case. Hugging her book to her chest with the thought, she ducked her head, surprised with how genuinely happy she felt - and the fact that the source of her happiness was Ashton Irwin himself almost baffled her, because it certainly wasn’t what she expected, but she couldn’t possibly be happier. As she got to the end of ten minutes, she found herself nearing the Slytherin dungeon and she perked up immediately when she spotted Ashton up ahead. “Hey,” she greeted quietly once she was close enough to him.

Astoria saw Calum roll his eyes playfully, and she grinned, shoving him away gently with her hip. "Oi," she laughed. "As if you didn't get even more perfect with age." And despite her teasing nature, she meant it. Calum had only gotten more handsome over the years Astoria had known him. Listening to him intently as Astoria retracted her hand from his cheek, Astoria smiled up at Calum. "I did." She nodded. "And I do love it here," she smiled fondly with that. "Who couldn't?" She asked, keeping a comfortable pace beside Calum. "If I hadn't of stayed, we never would be where we are now." She hinted between them both, smiling as Calum held her close, wrapping an arm around his waist once more. "In that case, I can't wait to meet them." Astoria smiled, figuring that for someone as incredible as Calum to speak so fondly of his family, they must of been incredible people. She'd only known Mali, Calum's sister, a little bit - she was in her seventh year the day Astoria and Calum had met. "You're too kind to me, Calum." Astoria laughed, ducking her head slightly as they walked, but the words meant more to her than she could ever express. Walking into the open air of the lands, Astoria exhaled happily, turning to look at Calum. "Last one to the lake is a rotten egg!"

Luke smiled down at Ember, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "But you're the only one who matters, Ember. I still think you're the smartest witch that ever graced the classrooms of this school." Leaning to press a sweet kiss to the top of Ember's head, appreciating the smell of her shampoo. When Ember rested her head against his shoulder, Luke vowed that he would keep her safe, no matter the threat, because she deserved so much love, and he was honoured that she seemed to only want to be loved by him. Nodding in agreement about Hagrid though, Luke grinned. "He's brilliant, isn't he? Apparently he's teaching Care of Magical Creatures this year." And Luke couldn't hold back the excitement - Hagrid always had so many wonderful stories to tell. Not noticing Ember's look of mild surprise with his mention of watching him practice Quidditch, Luke looked to Ember when he noticed her grinning. "Of course I'm sure!" Luke grinned in return. "You're my good luck charm, I'd certainly play better with you cheering me on." Luke sounded bashful at that moment, he knew he did, but he meant every word. "Only you." Luke teased, but when he saw Ember pulled away to tug on his sweatshirt, Luke paused, blinking. "Goodness, it looks better on you." Luke complimented, loving how the sleeves were too long for her arms, loving how comfortable she looked. "Aren't you a beautiful sight?"

Euphemia smiled when Michael drew her closer, and she rested her head on his shoulder, admiring him when he chewed on his lip. "You're the only one who I'd believe." She told him honestly, wanting to give him the truth that her life hadn't held much positivity. Everywhere she turned, it was hatred and prejudice, her fate being decided for her at every corner. The only thing Euphemia had control over was her choice to play Quidditch. But hearing his words, Euphemia giggled. "Michael, I promise, absolutely, to tell you at every opportunity that I love you, because I really do." She looked to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "We're an odd couple," she teased. "But we certainly are cute. We make it work, don't we?" She smiled, but feeling Michael pause with Scorpius' presence, Euphemia tugged him along, not wanting a confrontation and for Scorpius to open his big mouth, but feeling Michael's protective hold, Euphemia smiled, leading him to the Quidditch changing rooms, pushing open the door that led to the Slytherin quarters. "I'll hold you to that." She teased.

Ashton looked up as he heard footsteps, and seeing Rowan again caused his heart to pound happily against his rib cage. Grinning, he stepped over to her, placing his hands on her hips. "Hey." He murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. "So, where would you like to go?" He asked, wanting her to know that he was happy to follow her to Hell and back, as long as he got to spend time with her. Ashton had warned Scorpius - if he saw him with Rowan, it was because they had to work on a Potions assignment, and nothing more. Although it was a lie, Ashton would try to keep up the facade so the Malfoy boy caused no trouble. Still, Ashton smiled down at Rowan, happy to have her in his arms, happy to have her near him, at his happiest to know that she knew the truth, he never hated her, he was just afraid of facing feelings he was unfamiliar with. It was easier to stick to his roots and be cruel, but Ashton realised, the easiest path wasn't always the right one. "Would you uh, like to go for a Butterbeer, perhaps? In The Three Broomsticks?" And with the suggestion, he shifted nervously on his feet - would she want to be seen in Hogsmeade with him? Would he be an embarrassment to her? Still, Ashton knew he had much to discuss with Rowan, but first and foremost, all he wanted was to spend time with her and allow himself the enjoyment of listening to her voice and basking in her light.

Calum couldn’t help but to laugh when he felt Astoria’s hip shoving him away, but he grinned, reaching for her hand to tug her along with him, soon resting a hand on her hip, his grin broadening. “Oi, you’re not one to talk, gorgeous, just look at you,” he murmured quietly, happily, and he chewed on his lip as he examined her, leaning into her touch before she’d pulled her hand away from his cheek. Still, holding her near him, he began leading the way once more. “I’m really glad you stuck with it, Astoria. I don’t think Hogwarts would be as wonderful as it is if you weren’t here,” he murmured gently, reaching to kiss the top of her forehead gently, though he nodded in agreement to her words. “Exactly. Who would have guessed we’d be where we are now, though?” His heart swelled happily with the thought and he perked up with slight pride, because he had the most gorgeous girl in the whole world as his girlfriend, and he loved it, he loved her. “I can’t wait for you to meet them, too. Or to meet your family.” And, he was looking forward to it, an entire summer spent with the girl who’d captured his heart their very first day at Hogwarts. “I’m not too kind to you. You deserve the best,” he murmured, though, once they were outside and she announced her challenge, he laughed. “Alright, I’ll take you up on that one.”

Ember’s eyes swept over Luke’s features for a few moments, her expression softening as she registered his words. “I think you give me so much credit because you’re biased,” she teased lightly, jokingly, despite the warmth on her cheeks with the fact that Luke was praising her. She’d never really been much of a bashful person, but Luke seemed to affect her in ways that she honestly hadn’t expected, but she enjoyed every single moment of it, every newly discovered effect Luke had on her, on her very existence. “He is! I adore him,” she chimed happily, grinning broadly up at him as she nodded. “I think it’ll be a spectacular class with him as the teacher.” And, she believed it, truly, because Hagrid was just that kind of person. But, as Luke called her his good luck charm once again, her cheeks warmed quite a bit and she chewed on her lip, grinning broadly. “I’ll certainly be cheering you on,” she promised quietly, and, when she tugged on his sweatshirt, she didn’t bother to roll the sleeves up just yet, instead laughing as she reached up to cup his face, grinning as the sweatshirt blocked the skin of her hands from touching the skin of his cheeks. “You really are a softy.”

Michael’s heart swelled in a way he’d never really thought was possible when he felt Euphemia’s head resting on his shoulder and, peering down at her, he swore she would always be safe there, beside him. Grinning with the thought, he leaned down to kiss her cheek gently, lovingly, and he let himself enjoy the feeling of her skin against his lips for a few moments, taking in her scent before he relaxed. “If that’s the case, then I swear I’ll never let you forget it, because it will always be the case,” he murmured quietly - and, more than anything, more than ever, he wanted her to know that he would never lie to her, he would never betray her trust after hearing that he was the only one she’d believe. Hearing her promise, though, he grinned, lifting his hand to cup her face gently, running his thumb gently across her cheek. “I really do love hearing it,” he admittedly quietly, “And telling you I love you in return.” He winked teasingly, shifting to hold her closer to himself, though he chuckled. “I think we’re the perfect couple,” he teased, though he watched as they passed Scorpius before he smiled as he followed Euphemia. “Oh, I’m absolutely fine with you holding me to that, love.”

Rowan couldn’t help the burst of happiness that seemed to jolt through her the moment she felt Ashton’s hands on her hips, the moment she was close to him again. It was strange - just a few hours ago, all she wanted was to be as far away from him as possible and, now, she didn’t want to be away from him for even a second. Her hands rested carefully against his arms as she peered up at him and she grinned slightly after receiving the kiss Ashton placed to her forehead. “That’s a good question,” she hummed quietly, chewing on her lip in thought as she tried to think of somewhere they could spend time together, though, personally, she didn’t really care where they went as long as they were together, as long as wherever they went, she was with him, because being with him was all that mattered. Before she could properly think of somewhere for them to go, though, she heard Ashton’s suggestion and, blinking, she peered up at him, a small grin soon forming on her features. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, Ashton,” she decided quietly, nodding a little eagerly with the thought. “Should we go ahead and go now?”

Astoria smiled as Calum told her that Hogwarts wouldn't be the same to him without her, and she couldn't help the warmth that spread through her with his words. She was so grateful to Calum, she almost couldn't believe her lucky stars that he was her boyfriend now. It seemed, almost, too good to be true. "Who really would have guessed?" Astoria smiled in thought, looking up to Calum with a fond smile, reaching up to run her fingers lovingly through his hair, loving him more than she could verbally express. "My family would love you." She reassured him quietly. "They still find magic a bit bizarre, but they'll be fine." She teased. When Calum decided to take her up on her challenge though, Astoria grinned. "I'll give you a head start, because I'm obviously going to win." She rolled her eyes gently, tugging him back by the hand and pressing a kiss to his lips with a smile. "On your marks..."

Luke chuckled with Ember's words, pressing a kiss to her forehead before she brought her hands up to cup his face. "I'm only a softy for you." Luke promised her with a smile, nuzzling slightly into her hand, despite her hands being covered by the soft material of his sweatshirt - he couldn't help but admire how the sweatshirt looked much better on her than it ever did on him. "You look comfortable, love." Luke smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear gently, before leading her out of the castle, admiring the grounds. The grass was wonderfully green, and students littered the grounds, enjoying the cold air but hot sunshine of the early September day, reading, talking amongst themselves and playing with magic, something which Luke loved to do. Gently taking Ember's hand within his own, Luke began to walk at a leisurely pace, not feeling any need to rush, ensuring that Ember was by his side. "You know what I'm looking forward to?" Luke grinned cheekily. "I overheard McGonagall this morning - Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard tournament this year, you know what that means?" He nudged Ember gently. "Yule Ball."

Euphemia pulled away from Michael hesitantly, closing the door to the Slytherin Quidditch quarters behind them. "I'll never tire of hearing you say you love me." She admitted quietly to Michael, turning to look at him, admiring him in that moment. "I'll never tire of telling you I love you, either. I love how you react to me." Euphemia admitted with a smile, approaching Michael and reaching to press a kiss to his lips. "Are you really sure you trust me to teach you to fly?" Euphemia asked with an amused arched brow, going to where her top-of-the-range broomstick (brought by her father for her exceptional grades during third year) and emerald green flying kit were kept - SMITH splayed on the back in silver thread, below her name was the number 16. Turning to look at Michael, Euphemia smiled. "It's a dangerous game. We could just sit in here and cuddle." She teased, approaching her boyfriend and cupping his cheeks within her hands, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

Ashton couldn't help the smile that so easily etched itself onto his face when he noticed that Rowan seemed to enjoy the idea of spending time with him outside of the school. As much as he loved Hogwarts, considering the castle his safest haven, Ashton decided it would cause them less trouble if they were together off the grounds, especially with Scorpius prowling around. It was better - safer - for Rowan, and himself, if they travelled to Hogsmeade instead. He was certain Scorpius didn't believe the lie Ashton had tried to feed him, anyway. "We should," Ashton confirmed with a soft smile, only ever wanting Rowan to see that side of him. "Here," he offered Rowan his jumper, a little afraid she'd decline the offer. "It's cold out there." Looking down the long corridor that led further into the dungeon, Ashton suddenly wondered why the Slytherin common room had to be so dark and depressing. "We have a lot to discuss." Ashton offered Rowan his arm, smiling down at her. "Shall we?"

Calum peered down at Astoria, loving the way she looked when she smiled, the way she brightened his life in all the best ways, loving knowing that he was the cause of such a smile - he’d never felt luckier, he decided. “And, yet, here we are,” he murmured quietly, happily, grinning broadly when he felt her running her fingers through his hair and he couldn’t help but to lean into her touch slightly, relaxing with the feeling, amazed by how easily Astoria made his heart happy. “Mm, at least I’m a little filled in on Muggle stuff, so I can at least hold a normal conversation with your parents.” He grinned with the thought, hoping that it would earn him some brownie points with her family. “And, I’d gladly talk to them about magic as well, if they want to. I’d do whatever it took to make sure they approved of me, for your sake.” And, he meant it, he really did. He didn’t want Astoria to feel stressed about their relationship if her parents ended up not liking him, so he wanted to go to every length possible to ensure that they’d be okay with him. “Oi, wait,” he said with a chuckle when she tugged him back, grinning against her lips before he shifted, tugging off his jumper to offer it to her, winking. “Since we’ll be running, it might get colder for you. Besides, when I beat you, then you can keep that and I’ll consider seeing you in it as my prize.”

Ember could feel her heart swelling when she felt Luke kiss her forehead, her grin spreading across her features when he nuzzled into her hand. “Cute,” she murmured teasingly, shifting to press her forehead against hers as she relaxed for a few moments, though she laughed happily. “I am. It’s warm and it smells like you.” And that was her favorite part about it, honestly. When Luke began leading the way, though, she quickly followed after him happily, just wanting to be near him, wanting to spend time with Luke. When Luke took her hand, she grinned, sliding her fingers between his, lacing their fingers together, happy for the contact. As he began to speak, though, she peered up at him, giving him her full attention, wanting to listen to him speak, wanting to take in everything he had to say. “The Triwizard tournament, huh?” she asked with a small grin, “I wonder who will represent Hogwarts.” But, when Luke nudged her, she examined him, though she smiled with amusement when she heard the mention of the Yule Ball. “Does that mean you want to go?” she asked with slight hope.

Michael listened quietly to what Euphemia had to say, a small grin forming on his features and, for a moment, he swore his cheeks were warming, but he didn’t care. He loved hearing her talk, but he loved hearing those words coming from her specifically, swearing that nobody could make him feel the way Euphemia made him feel - nobody in the world could make him as happy as Euphemia did. When Euphemia made her way over, he grinned, resting his hands gently on her hips as he returned her kiss for a few moments, just relishing in the feeling, just loving that Euphemia was this close to him, that he could share moments like this with her. “I’m absolutely sure that I trust you to teach me to fly,” he told her quietly, grinning as he examined her, squeezing her hips gently. “I trust you with my life, Euphemia - and with my heart.” Winking teasingly, he watched her walk away to her things, but he hoped that she knew that, despite his teasing, he truly meant it. He examined her for a few moments, admiring her, but his heart swelled when she returned. “Yeah? I’d certainly agree to cuddling, too, because it means I’d get to hold you close.” And, grinning with the thought, he rested his hands back on her hips to hold her close. “And I’d never pass up on a chance to get to hold you close.

Rowan grinned broadly up at Ashton when she saw his smile, realizing that, prior to their talk during Potions, she’d never really seen him smile before, and now she wanted to cherish each one, commit each smile to her memory, and do what she could to ensure that there was a smile on Ashton’s features as often as possible, because he deserved to smile, he deserved to be happy. “Right,” she decided with a nod, examining him, though she blinked with surprise when Ashton offered his jumper. Her expression softened but she smiled and, shifting, she leaned to kiss his cheek, murmuring a quiet, “Thank you,” before she took the jumper and tugged it on, being careful of the wand in her hair, not wanting to risk getting any holes in Ashton’s jumper. Once it was properly on, she rolled up the sleeves carefully, just to her wrists because the sleeves were so long on her, before grinning at Ashton’s offered arm. “We do,” she agreed quietly, nodding before she slipped her arm through his, “Come on.” And, shifting, she began walking, tugging him along happily. “I’m looking forward to spending time with you, though.”

Astoria tucked her hair behind her ear as she listened to Calum speak, looking to him as she leaned to take his hand within her own, their fingers interlocking so beautifully, as if they had been sculpted for one another. Swinging their arms gently, Astoria couldn't help the smile that broke free when Calum began to speak further about the Hood and Spedding families crossing paths, using Astoria and Calum as a way to bring together a Pureblood and a Muggle family. Smiling with the thought, Astoria studied Calum. "I'm sure they'd love you either way." Astoria promised. "Who couldn't love you, Calum?" She asked with a laugh, but she paused when Calum offered her his jumper, and she took it with a shy smile, slipping it on carefully, appreciating how it was too big, appreciating how Calum's body heat was still enclosed within the wool, appreciating just how much it smelled like his cologne. "Does it look okay?" She asked, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear once more, having fallen out of place when she tugged the jumper on. Hearing his comment about winning though, Astoria laughed, shaking her head. "Dream on, dreamer. Are you ready now?" She teased. "By the way, if I win, you owe me a date to Hogsmeade." She winked. "Ready?"

Luke grinned teasingly down at Ember once their foreheads were pressed together, and Luke could admit, to himself and the whole world, that he loved Ember being this close to him, because Luke felt as though the stars, moon, and sun had smiled down at him to earn the affection of someone as incredible as Ember. "I'm glad you think I'm cute." Luke teased, his arms wrapping around her waist without much of a thought - it had quickly become a reflex to Luke, a second nature that seemed to be triggered whenever Ember was around him and he could smell her perfume. He always had the need to hold her. "It looks good on you, love." Luke smiled, glad that she was enjoying his jumper. "Keep it. I've got another one, and one spare." Luke pressed a kiss to Ember's forehead as he took her hand, and when Ember laced their fingers together, Luke couldn't deny the butterflies that fluttered around his tummy happily. "I wonder." Luke commented. "I bet it's going to be Victor, you know, that weirdo in seventh year? He always says hi to you in the common room." Luke pulled a slight face at that, not liking the boy. Hearing her question about the Yule Ball, Luke grinned. "I'll only go if you agree to be my date." Luke smiled down at Ember with a hopeful glance. "Spending Christmas, dancing with the love of my life? There's nothing I'd rather be doing."

Euphemia smiled fondly when she saw a blush creep onto Michael's cheeks, and she giggled, cupping his face within her hands, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "My point is proven." She teased, although she meant everything she'd said. She loved the way Michael reacted to her. When Michael rested his hands on her hips though, Euphemia smiled as Michael returned her kiss, and she grinned into the kiss, unable to hold back her happiness anymore. Euphemia was sure she'd never smiled so much in her life. Euphemia loved the new opportunities Michael gave her, and she loved him, for everything that he was. "If you're sure." She murmured, grinning as he winked. "Well, it's your choice, sweetheart." She ran her fingers through Michael's hair effortlessly, pulling away from the taller Hufflepuff to grab her jersey. Retracting her wand from her sleeve, Euphemia hummed in thought before murmuring a spell, tapping the fabric twice, watching as the emerald green turned to a mustard yellow, and instead of SMITH etched onto the back, the silver thread quickly turned to black, and her surname was replaced with CLIFFORD, only the number 16 remaining the same, but in black thread. "There, much better."

Ashton paused when Rowan grinned up at him, but his grin broadened with the sight of hers, showing off his dimples as he laughed slightly. "What?" He teased, leaning to press a kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment because having Rowan in his life made so much sense, he knew he'd harboured a crush on her for the longest time, but he never imagined that love could feel this incredible. When Rowan accepted his offered jumper, Ashton smiled with the sight of her, looking so devastatingly gorgeous, admiring how the jumper engulfed her a little, and how comfortable she looked. "You should keep that." Ashton decided with a small smile. "It looks much better than you than it ever did on me." He smiled, pressing a kiss to her lips as she accepted his arm. When Rowan tugged him along, Ashton laughed happily, following her obediently and keeping up with her pace, never wanting to lose Rowan from his sight. "And I'm excited to spend time with you, as well." Ashton grinned, admiring how her wand so gracefully kept her hair in place. "Rowan," Ashton started. "Are you familiar with dementors?" And Ashton hated to bring it up, and he thought, perhaps, now wasn't the time. He could pretend he was asking it hypothetically, but his bullying nature would make that seem oddly specific. He made a mental note, if he decided to teach her the whole truth, to teach her the Patronus charm.

Calum’s eyes scanned over Astoria’s features happily, his heart swelling with feeing the way their hands fit so perfectly together, causing him to squeeze her hand gently, wanting to silently promise her that he’d always cherish her, that he’d always cherish the feelings she gave him and the way even this simple contact made his heart race. It was a wonder that he’d found somebody who had so many wonderful effects on him and he never wanted to lose a single one of them, amazed that Astoria could really make him as truly, genuinely happy as he was. “Well, I hope so,” he told her honestly, offering a small grin as he examined her, “I’m gonna do my best to make the best impression possible, I promise.” And he fully intended to live up to that promise, wanting to ensure that he wouldn’t break any promise he made to Astoria, not now, not ever. “And my family’s gonna wanna keep you forever, but I’m not gonna let them steal you away from you.” He winked teasingly, though, when she slipped on his jumper, he swore his heart stopped, and he stared at her in shock and awe. “God, you’re bloody gorgeous,” he murmured quietly, chewing on his lip before a grin broke out across his features as he took a few long moments to admire her, committing the sight to his memory. “Keep it - for me, please? Because seeing you in it, God, it’s the most amazing sight I’ve ever seen.” And, he meant it. Chuckling, though, he nodded slightly. “I’ll agree to your terms,” he decided with a grin, watching her, “Ready.”

Ember grinned with the feeling of Luke’s arms around her waist and she swore no place in the world could compare to being there, in his arms. “Oh, you’re certainly more than cute, but I don’t wanna blow your head up too big with too many compliments so soon,” she teased lightly, allowing an amused laugh to pass her lips, but her expression softened as she heard Luke’s offer, and she watched him for a few moments, but smiled. “If you’re sure. If I keep it, I’m probably gonna end up sleeping in it every night,” she admitted easily, having no qualms about telling Luke that. The jumper smelled like Luke, after all - how could she possibly resist the chance to wear it as often as possible. As she turned to walk, though, she listened to Luke, humming quietly. “Oi, Victor isn’t a weirdo, he’s quite sweet,” she said with amusement, “But, if your distaste for him is for personal reasons, I can assure you there’s nothing there.” As they reached the pumpkin patch, she listened quietly to Luke, reaching her free hand out to run across the smooth surface of the nearest huge pumpkin before she grinned up at Luke. “I’ll gladly be your date,” she murmured happily, leaning to brush her lips against his, “I could think of no better way to spend Christmas.”

Michael offered an amused expression when Euphemia teased him, a grin having formed on his lips after hearing her giggle and feeling her kiss him once more. “You’re quite the force, aren’t you, love?” he teased lightly in return, loving that they could so easily tease each other, that they were this comfortable with each other already and his heart swelled with the thought, because he knew that it was a sign they were meant to be together. His thumbs running over her hips gently, he grinned as he kissed her, chuckling against her lips when he felt the kiss continuing, loving the way she grinned against his lips, and he held her closer to himself, because he almost couldn’t believe that she truly was his girlfriend, and he loved it. He loved being able to call her his. “I’m absolutely sure,” he promised with a small grin, nodding slowly. “How about we fly for a bit, then we can come back in here and cuddle?” He arched a brow, wondering if she would like the suggestion, but, really, as long as he was with her, as long as he got to spend time with her, he didn’t quite care what they did. He watched, though, as she made the cloak change color, his surname appearing across the back, and he grinned, winking. “I think that would suit you quite well.”

Rowan smiled after receiving the kiss to her forehead, but she shook her head slightly, relaxing as she peered up at him. “Nothing, I just… Really like seeing you smile,” she told him quietly, “I like seeing you happy. I don’t think I’d ever seen you smile before our chat in the dungeon. It’s nice to witness this side of you.” She decided being honest had been the best route and she genuinely hoped she didn’t annoy or embarrass him with her words, but she straightened the jumper before grinning up at Ashton. “Are you sure that’s alright?” But, her heart swelled with Ashton’s compliment, her cheeks warming, and she grinned with the kiss she received from him, loving the way he made her feel, and swearing that it would likely be quite easy to fall in love with Ashton now that she was given the chance to do so and knew the truth. Still, as she began leading the way, she listened quietly to Ashton as he spoke, blinking as she peered up at him with curiosity. “I know a bit from reading, that the suck the happiness away and that their ‘kiss’ is supposed to be capable of taking your soul. Why do you ask?”

Astoria smiled when she felt Calum gently squeeze her hand, and she returned the squeeze, appreciating that he was this close to her, loving the fact that they were written into each other's stars, and Astoria was sure she was the luckiest person on the planet, because she got to call Calum Hood hers. "Calum, you're so naturally charming, you shouldn't be worrying about making a good impression." She promised gently, leaning to press a kiss to his cheek. Laughing with his words about his family though, Astoria ducked her head shyly. "Well, I hope I live up to your expectations." Astoria smiled. "It must be so strange - do you get to practice magic at home?" She asked with wonder. But when she caught sight of Calum staring at her, hearing his compliment, Astoria laughed, ducking her head as her cheeks began to warm up. "Thank you." She murmured, stepping forward so their chests were pressed together, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips again, unable to stop herself. He was so addictive, she could never pull away. She never wanted to pull away. "You do have another one, don't you?" She asked with worry, not wanting Calum to get cold, but she couldn't deny that the jumper was comfortable, and the fact it smelled like his cologne made Astoria love drunk. "Well then, now that you agree to my terms." She rolled her eyes jokingly, pulling away with a grin. "Go!"

Luke couldn't help the laugh that burst forth, despite himself, with Ember's words. "My head will definitely blow up, such a wise decision from you, Ember." Luke teased in return, adoring that their relationship was so natural, they could joke so easily. When he heard Ember's laugh, laced with amusement, Luke grinned down at her with pride, just so glad to call her his. "I want you to keep it," Luke promised, taking another moment to appreciate how his jumper looked on Ember, how comfortable and warm she seemed. He wanted her to have that piece of him with her, always. "I've got another, and I want you to have a little keepsake, a reminder of me." Luke smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Ember's temple. Walking beside Ember easily, Luke heard her reassurances about Victor and laughed. "No, he's definitely weird, darling." Luke pulled a face of distaste, unable to stop himself. "Even McGonagall doesn't like him, have you noticed?" Luke grinned. "Of course there's nothing there," Luke grinned. "You love me, and it's the best feeling ever." Luke admitted with a smile. When they approached the Pumpkin Patch, Luke admired the various sizes with admiration, and when Ember accepted to be his date to the Yule Ball, Luke smiled happily, and when Ember brushed her lips against his, Luke shuddered, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Then in that case, I can't wait." Luke promised.

Euphemia saw Michael's grin, and she couldn't help but bite her lip, looking to him like he had put the stars in the sky - because to Euphemia, he had. "Oh, you have no idea what I'm capable of, Michael Clifford." Euphemia teased, but there was a hidden truth behind her words. Euphemia was raised in the most dark and powerful magic, and she had learned a lot of it, but she was determined that Michael would never know that side of her - things she regretted, things she wished she never took the time to ingrain into her knowledge. It was time wasted that Euphemia would never get back. Nuzzling into Michael with the thought, Euphemia grinned when Michael kissed her, and when he chuckled against her lips, Euphemia shuddered slightly, tugging him a little closer. "You're so addictive, Michael." She murmured, meaning every word, because her boyfriend was the most incredible boy in that school. Hogwarts had seen it's fair share of magical wonders, but never had it seen anything quite as spectacular as Michael. "Can we just cuddle instead?" She asked, her forehead resting to his shoulder, wanting to stay close to him. Looking to the cloak, she grinned. "Really?" She grinned - unable to deny that Euphemia Clifford sounded adorable. Using her wand to change the size of the cloak so Michael could wear it, knowing the Quidditch quarters were cold. "I have another." She promised as she offered it to him.

Ashton couldn't help the way his smile broadened with Rowan's words. No one had ever complimented his smile before, and Ashton was quite self conscious of it, really, but knowing that Rowan liked his smile was so important to him. "Oh, thank you." Ashton's cheeks turned a light crimson with Rowan's compliments. "For what it's worth, your smile is absolutely breathtaking. It's a view I'll never tire of." Ashton promised, meaning every word. "I'm glad you get to see this side of me." He reassured gently, and although it was strange, being so vulnerable and so open, it was a change Ashton was willing to welcome with open arms, just because he wanted Rowan to see he was worth the time and effort she was giving him. Seeing her straighten out his jumper, Ashton grinned. "Of course it's alright." Ashton nodded with a smile. "It really suits you." And he took a moment, to just commit that moment to memory, mentally taking a snapshot of how she looked in that moment, wearing his sweater. Pressing another kiss to Rowan's lips, Ashton followed her like a lost puppy, willing to follow her to the ends of the Earth. When Rowan peered up with him with his question, Ashton shrunk into himself a little bit. "It uh, someone has escaped from Azkaban." Ashton explained. "The ministry is sending dementors to guard the school. I uh, figured that I should teach you the Patronus spell. They're not the friendliest, or forgiving, of creatures." He frowned, his hold on Rowan tightening with the thought.

Calum felt a rush of happiness flood through him when he felt Astoria return his squeeze and he peered over at her, watching her happily, swearing he’d never witnessed a view as amazing, as perfect, as her, and he never wanted to lose any opportunity he could ever possibly have to admire her. “I’ll definitely be worrying about making a good impression either way,” he told her with faint amusement, running his thumb over the back of her hand, over her knuckles, as gently as humanly possible, and he grinned when she kissed his cheek. “They’re your family. I want them to approve of me.” And, seeing her duck her head, he shifted, leaning to kiss the side of her head gently, lovingly, because he wanted her to always know how much he loved her, how much she meant to him. “I have all the faith in the world that you will,” he promised quietly, though he nodded slightly. “I do. It’s great fun to pass the time, usually.” Grinning with the thought, he could feel his heart swelling with her laughter and his arms slid around her when she stepped near him. “You don’t have to thank me, love,” he murmured, his arms wrapping around her as he held her close, admiring her still, “It’s just the truth. But, yes, I do have another one.” Grinning slightly, he leaned to press another kiss to her lips, just wanting to enjoy as much contact as possible. “So you don’t have to worry about me.” Winking teasingly, he soon chuckled, nodding with the mention of it. “I do agree to your terms.” And, when she pulled away, he chewed on his lip, examining her, but grinned, nodding. “Alright, go, then!” And, then, he began running.

Ember peered up at Luke when she heard his laugh, her heart swelling with the sound, loving hearing it. “Well, then it’s a good thing I decided on a precaution,” she teased lightly, winking up at him, though she was incredibly happy to be able to joke like this with him. Listening to his assurances that she could keep the jumper, she peered down at it, running her fingers over the fabric gently before she nodded slightly. “Well, if you’re absolutely sure, I’ll gladly accept your offer, because it really does seem like it would remind me of you,” she decided quietly, “Although, once it stops smelling like you, I’ll probably have you wear it for a while to get your scent back on it.” She grinned with the thought, her grin broadening after receiving the kiss his placed to her temple, but she listened to him quietly as they walked. “Oi, don’t be a bully,” she teased, shoving at his arm playfully before she laughed, shaking her head slightly. “I have not noticed.” But, she supposed it didn’t matter either way, especially after hearing Luke’s later words. As long as Luke knew she only cared about him romantically, it didn’t really matter much what he said about Victor. “I’m glad you know that,” she murmured happily, though she laughed when he kissed her and she grinned broadly, nodding. “I can’t wait, either. It will be perfect.”

Michael grinned broadly as he listened to Euphemia and he examined her for a few long moments, his eyes running over her features as he took on everything that he could, especially since she was right there within his grasp, safe in his arms, and he couldn't imagine anywhere else he'd rather be than right there with her, in that moment and always. “I can't wait to discover what you're capable of, in that case,” he decided quietly as his eyes scanned over her features, though he realized after a moment that there seemed to be some kind of emotion behind Euphemia's eyes that he couldn't quite decipher and he wondered what secrets the girl had buried deep within her mind and heart, and he wanted to know what was hidden there, but he didn't want to press her for answers. Instead, he held her close to himself, grinning when he felt her tug him closer, and he lifted his hand to run his fingers through her hair. “Yeah? I think you're far more addictive. All this time, you've been on my mind more often than not and I bloody love it.” He truly did - the fact that she was his, the fact that he couldn't get her off his mind, he was the happiest he'd ever been with the fact that he had Euphemia as his. Hearing her question, though, he grinned, humming in thought. “I think we can definitely just cuddle. It'd be a nice way to spend our time together.” Rubbing her back gently, his fingers toying with the ends of her hair, he grinned broadly. “Really,” he confirmed, though he blinked when she offered her cloak and he smiled. “Alright, but only if we trade.” And, shifting, he tugged off his jumper to offer to her with a broad grin.

Rowan could feel the grin spreading across her features when she saw Ashton’s smile broadening, her grin broadening when she saw the blush forming on his cheeks. It was astonishing, and, as she watched him, she decided that all she could possibly hope for in life was to be able to see that smile, always, because it was the most wonderful thing she’d ever witnessed. “You don’t have to thank me,” she murmured quietly, though her own cheeks warmed when she heard Ashton’s words, though she was happy to hear it. “Quite a way with words you’ve got.” And, she’d always known that Ashton was good with words, but she’d always normally been on the receiving end of cruel words he threw at her and now, hearing the kind words, the words full of endearment, she couldn’t help how lucky she felt to know that he was hers. “I’m glad I get to see this side of you, too, Ashton, truly.” She meant it more than she’d ever meant anything - getting to witness this side of Ashton, a side she was sure very few people, if any besides possibly Euphemia got to see. Grinning down at the jumper, she chewed on her lip before nodding slightly. “I do quite like it,” she admitted quietly before peering up at him as they walked, “Thank you, in that case. I’ll make sure to use it well.” And, after receiving his kiss, her grin broadened but she listened to him as they walked, blinking, a slight anxiety filling her. But, with Ashton’s explanation, she watched him for a moment, leaning into his hold as she nodded. “Alright, then you can teach me the Patronus and we can make sure we’re both careful.”

Astoria listened to Calum as he spoke, and she swore that his voice was the best thing to ever grace the sound barrier. "Sweetheart, you don't need to worry about making a good impression." Astoria promised gently. "You're a natural at that." She squeezed his hand once more, lifting his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles, but when she heard the faint amusement in Calum's voice, Astoria grinned up at him. When Calum kissed the side of her head though, Astoria laughed, biting her lip. "God, I love you." She murmured gently, her voice soft and full of fondness for the man that had held her heart since that first conversation on the Hogwarts Express. "I'm jealous that you get to practice magic at home," she grinned, shaking her head. "I bet you get up to all kinds of mischief, Calum Hood." She teased, nudging him gently. When Calum confirmed he had another jumper, Astoria smiled and nodded, her free hand playing with the hem of Calum's jumper, adoring how it smelled like him. "I'm always going to worry about you." Astoria promised quietly, but when she saw Calum prepare to run, she grinned, biting her lip, and when Calum said go, she took off running too, laughing as she did. "Catch up if you can, Hood!" She teased, hiding behind a tree as she almost got to the lake, giggling.

Luke grinned down at Ember, the sound of her voice better than the sweetest melody. "That's because you're a genius, Ember." Luke smiled softly, his voice fond as he admired his girlfriend, amazed by her. Not only was she absolutely gorgeous, she was kind, incredibly intelligent and quick witted - it was no wonder she was a Gryffindor, and as he remembered how the Sorting Hat had called Gryffindor before it had barely touched Ember's head, he grinned, squeezing around her gently. "I love you." Luke told Ember, his voice calm. "And I can't wait for what the future has in store for us." And he pressed a kiss to the top of Ember's head, adoring the smell of her shampoo. "I can't wait to see you in it more often." Luke admitted, hinting to his jumper and how it hung from her petite frame, deciding that the sight of her was his favourite one. "Of course, I'll wear it once a week so you can have my cologne on it." Luke winked. Laughing, Luke's head fell back onto his shoulders when Ember called him a bully. "I'm not!" He grinned with mischief. "McGonagall turned him to a rat in Transfiguration." Luke explained, knowing Ember wasn't in that class with him. "It will be perfect." Luke promised, pressing a kiss to her lips once more. "Alright, let's go find the ugliest pumpkin." Luke grinned.

Euphemia rested her head against Michael's chest, listening to his heartbeat and appreciating the safety he provided for her. When Euphemia was with Michael, she truly felt that no harm would come to her - and she was keen to ensure no harm came to him. She would kill whatever tried. "I can't wait to discover what you're capable of, Michael." Euphemia smiled up at him then, ignoring her thoughts. "I'm sure that you're full of surprises." And she was excited to discover every single one. When Michael held her closer, Euphemia sighed happily, laughing as Michael played with her hair, biting her lip. Yeah, she decided, she'd wear it down more often. "I love you, I think that wins." She teased. When he hummed in thought though, Euphemia toyed with her bottom lip, but when he confirmed that they could just sit around and cuddle, Euphemia grinned. When Michael offered her his jumper though, she blinked in surprise, but her cheeks warmed up. She took the jumper gently as she handed him the cloak she'd altered for him, and carefully, she slipped Michael's jumper over her head, appreciating the warmth and how it smelled exactly like him. "This is so comfy." She smiled, the sleeves covering her hands.

Ashton wrapped an arm, carefully, around Rowan's waist, tugging her to his side with little force so he didn't startle her. He looked down to her, admiring the smile that had broadened against her features, and Ashton decided, there was no sight more beautiful in that moment, or ever again. "I want to thank you." Ashton kept his voice quiet, not because he didn't want anyone over-hearing, but because he wanted the moment between them to remain gentle, such a contrast to how Ashton usually behaved. The Slytherin boy wasn't used to silence, and yet, he enjoyed it with Rowan by his side. He loved the calm she brought to his chaos, how wonderfully she balanced out his life, and he wondered, how did he ever get this far without her? "I want you to know that I love you and appreciate you. I want you to see the actual me, if that makes any sense." Ashton shrugged his shoulders lightly. But when he noticed a blush creep onto Rowan's cheeks, Ashton grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm glad you think so. I'm just being honest." And as Ashton led her out of castle grounds, Ashton couldn't help the wide smile that apprared on his face when Rowan admitted to liking his jumper. "Good, because it looks wonderful on you. I didn't know it was possible for you to get even more stunning, but here you are." Ashton smiled, leading her to the main street of Hogsmeade, passing Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and Honeydukes, his arm still around Rowan. When she leaned into his hold, Ashton made sure to hold her protectively, trying to convey he wouldn't let harm come to her. "I wonder what your Patronus would be." Ashton murmured softly, leading Rowan into the warmth and welcome of The Three Broomsticks. "Mine's a fox."

Calum shook his head as Astoria spoke, offering a small smile to her as he examined her, loving how encouraging she was, how certain she was of him. “You think so highly of me, it truly amazes me,” he murmured quietly, squeezing her hand gently in return. When she lifted his hand to kiss his knuckles, though, he grinned, twisting his hand slightly so that he could cup her face and, shifting, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, but, after hearing her words of love, his grin broadened and he placed a loving kiss to her lips to seal his next words with the promise of, “I love you, too.” And, sliding his arms around her, he held her close, pressing his forehead to hers happily. “You’ll get to practice at my home if we follow through with those plans and you get to visit. It’ll be perfect. I’m sure my mother and father would love teaching you new spells as well.” He grinned with the thought, just knowing that his parents would adore Astoria - she had his heart and he knew his parents would see that, and he was even more certain of the fact that they would easily determine why once they got to know her. “Oh, mischief is my middle name, love,” he teased with a wink, though he grinned as he examined her in his jumper, loving how comfortable she looked, how it suited her so well, as if fate had made it possible, and he was convinced that it truly had. “You don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart,” he promised gently, kissing her forehead once more before he grinned when they began running. “Oi!” he called after her with a laugh as he ran, though he’d been mildly surprised when he lost sight of her, a bit of concern running through him. “Astoria?”

Ember blinked with mild surprise when she heard Luke’s compliment, but she laughed quietly, shaking her head. “I’m certainly no genius, Luke. I’m far from that,” she assured him with amusement, though she was glad that Luke thought so highly of her. She knew, though, that she still had much to learn and much to prove, and she couldn’t wait to do that, especially with Luke at her side. Feeling Luke squeeze around her, she watched him for a moment but grinned broadly as she processed his words. “I love you, too,” she assured him quietly, “And, I’m sure that future will be a bright one.” She was hopeful for it, wanting nothing more than for Luke to be in her future, convinced that her future wouldn’t be complete without him there with her. When he kissed the top of her head and spoke again, she grinned broadly, nodding slightly. “I’ll make sure to wear it as often as possible, in that case,” she teased, though she hummed in thought. “You borrowing it once a week to keep your scent on it should suffice, I think,” she agreed and she grinned, watching as he laughed, swearing no sound, no sight, could be more amazing. “Oi, both of you are bullies, then!” she accused with a laugh, shaking her head, though her heart swelled with his later words and with the kiss he placed to her lips, and she grinned broadly up at him before nodding to his suggestion. “If we find one suitable enough, we should give it a name.” Humming with her joke, she turned to scan the pumpkins with curiosity.

Michael smiled when he felt Euphemia’s head resting against his chest and he squeezed around her gently, rubbing her back as he relaxed with her in his arms, loving the way it felt to have her that close, and he kissed the top of her head, hoping that she understood just how happy he was to have her in his life. “Oh? I’ll make sure to be full of surprises for you, love,” he teased lightly, chuckling gently as he held her close. “Although I’m certain nothing I can surprise you with would be half as wonderful as whatever surprises you have in store. You’re a brilliant witch, and I can’t wait to see how your future plays out - how our future plays out.” Because he truly believed that their futures were tied together, that she was his destiny, that she was the one person he was meant to have in his life, always, and he intended to make sure nobody harmed her in any way to destroy that. He chuckled, though, shaking his head slightly. “I love you, too, so it seems as though we’re at a standstill when it comes to who’s winning this round.” Winking teasingly, he examined her, though when she tugged on his jumper, her could feel his heart jolt, skipping a beat certainly, and he stared at her in absolute awe. “Bloody hell, Euphemia,” he murmured quietly, chewing on his lip, almost breathless at the sight of her. “You truly are perfection, love.” And, more than anything, he never wanted to forget this moment, the sight of her wearing his jumper, and he grinned, tugging on the cloak before he slid his arms back around her, pulling her as close as possible as he pressed a kiss to her lips. “I really am the luckiest man alive.”

Rowan peered up at Ashton when she felt his arm around her waist and, smiling, she relaxed against him, just enjoying being near him, being able to enjoy this side of him and being in his arms, where she felt safest. As he spoke, though, she listened intently to what he had to say, wanting him to know that whatever he had to say was important to her, that she'd always be willing to listen. After she processed his words, though, she blinked, examining him with mild surprise, though her expression soon softened, her heart swelling with adoration. “Ashton,” she murmured gently before she shifted, lifting her hand to cup one cheek, her thumb running over the skin there before leaning to kiss his other. “It does make sense,” she assured quietly as she examined him with a happy smile, “And I'm really glad you're letting me see the real you - and I truly can't wait to see more of the real you, to discover more sides of you, to just… Learn more about you overall.” She grinned broadly with the thought, looking forward to having the opportunity, but also feeling so very glad that Ashton even wanted to allow her to see him like this. Hearing him comment on the jumper, though, she grinned and nudged him gently with a laugh, her cheeks warming again. “You’re awfully sweet when you want to be,” she teased as they walked into The Three Broomsticks and she peered around before leading the way to a table, though she hummed in thought. “A fox suits you.” She grinned up at him. “But I don’t know what mine would be. I guess we’ll have to wait to find out.”