The first day of classes had been hectic, and he'd had a meeting with Uncle Neville after, to go over the Quidditch schedule, and set practice times. He'd been named Quidditch Captain, much to his delight, and there were several positions to fill before the first match on the 11th. It was going to be a tight fit, but Gryffindor would prevail.
But now, he didn't have to think about any of that, because he had a very pretty girlfriend waiting for him, and he was going to see to it that he gave her the attention she deserved. It had been almost two weeks since he'd seen her, not counting the short hour they'd had last night, and he was looking forward to putting the hours after dinner and before curfew to good use.
She was right where he'd expected, curled into their little nook, and he slipped in next to her. "Missed you," he whispered, kissing her hello, hand sliding into her hair to tangle in the silken locks.