You have been dating Harry for around a year. A Slytherin and Gryffindor. It seems weird. You. Cold and sassy. Harry. Kind and adorable. Adorable? What? Nooooo. You totally don't think he's adorable. Okay... Maybe you do. But he doesn't need to know that.

During Defense Against the Dark Arts one day, you lie your head on your desk and close your eyes. Harry puts his book on your head. You grumble softly but are too tired to do anything. He rubs your back.