you’re a year 4 at hogwarts and i’m year 6, you’ve recently confessed feelings for me but i’ve told you to wait a couple years.

2 years later we see each other again

“hey, it’s been a while.” i smile

i smirk at you, seeing how you’ve grown up and i look you up and down

“mi sei mancata, bellissima” i whisper in your ear. remembering how much you loved when i spoke italian to you.

i have a warm and playful smile on my face