You stood in the greenhouse, going over a lesson about different flowers with Professor Pomona for Herbology. You felt something slip into your pocket, so you reached inside.

You pulled forth a piece of paper, opening it, it said.

From Ron Weasley.

Under it was a crude drawing, Ron in his uniform, holding a scribbly bouquet of flowers presenting it to you. Under it said,

Be mine?

You looked at Ron, blushing furiously. He simply smiled at you and waved, his cheeks and ears red.