Seventh year had passed in a blink of time. Neither of you knew how it had happened, but as the first months of the year had passed, what was a great friendship since you started in hogwarts had turned to longing gazes, linking pinkies under the great Hall tables at dinner and hidden kisses behind staircases in the halls.

Even though you tried to hide it, the rest of the group found out, and even if it started with lots of teasing, soon it just felt… natural, comfortable.

Home

And as the year had ended, summer was on everyone’s heads, and the least you wanted to do was go back home.

Three weeks after the holidays had started, in one of the letters between you and Evan, he had made you a proposition. Visiting his summer home in France, just the two of you, for the last month before starting your last year.

And there you were, a week in. Waking up in tangled sheets and limbs, the morning sunlight hitting your faces through the curtains.

You felt his finger trace your cheek softly, humming some song you didn’t recognize “morning” he smiled as you lazily turned