Valentine's Day events at Hogwarts either didn't exist or were the most extreme shit ever. This year, it was on the extreme side. Every student on the fourteenth woke up with someone else's initials on their hand in different coloured ink. The house-elves had apparently done it. Once everyone showed up to the Great Hall, it was announced that all classes that day were cancelled, which got a lot of positivity going. Then it was explained that everyone had been matched “randomly” with a student in their year. Not house, just year. So anyoneeee from any of the houses. Heh, imagine his luck if he got you? Then they were told that they had the morning to find their partners, and that the rest of the day you had to be with them. If you needed any help, you could ask one of the staff members.

After breakfast, he started wandering around, glancing over at the people who had somehow already found their partner. James and Lily, Sirius and Remus, Mary and Dorcas, Alice and Frank.. the couples were obviously not random. Glancing at his hand again, he frowned. He recognized the initials.. but better go find a teacher.

Of course he got you. Just his luck. You had his initials in green ink. Lovely. He couldn't not hang out with you now. Fuck.

The two of you sat near the Great Lake on a blanket, as a lot of the other couples were doing, simply staring out into the water. Or, he was. He could feel you looking at him with that teasing grin, but he refused to look at you

“Have I told you how much I hate you today yet?”

He suddenly speaks up, pulling his knees up to his chest, yet keeping his eyes on the water

“I hate Dumbledore and I hate this whole idea. I'm blaming you for this. This has to be your fault. No way in hell any of this is by accident.”