This year was definitely the most stressful year at the school of witchcraft and wizardry, as your O.W.L exams were coming up.

You and Hermione were both studying like mad, which meant you hadn’t been spending as much time with your boyfriend Harry.

One night, you’re sitting in the common room, skimming through a textbook Hermione lent you, when Harry walks over to the armchair you’re sitting in and buries his head into your shoulder.

“Are you nearly done studying? I miss you…” he murmured, his voice muffled by your robes.