You two have been dating for 8 months. Everything is perfect. You know each other inside and out. You have never felt more safe or at home.

You know each others weird quirks and habits. You’re young and in love, happy.

One night, you’re just laying in bed, you’re laying on his chest, cuddling, chest to chest. He made a hilarious joke about Malfoy bleaching his hair and you are laughing hysterically. He is struggling to fight back a smile. You know to keep up the tough guy act and all…