"I didn't say that! I don't think that you are! I don't even know what we're fighting about.

“But you said…” Pippa started to point out.

"I'm obviously an idiot. Don't tell, I'll be cast out from the tower and have to sleep in the hallway."

Pippa had been half tempted to smack his hand away. She would’ve to if he hadn’t apologized, but was it an apology when one didn’t know what he was apologizing for?

He kissed her.

Why did she get kissed when she was least expecting it? In the movies, the heroine always knew when she was going to get kissed. The starlet’s eyes were filled with orbies, small catch lights and the hero would say something romantic. The two would tilt their heads and fit in perfectly, no bumping of nose or relatedness. Then cue the romantic music, strings, harps and flutes were usually the preference. That’s what happened in the movies.

Yes, she had told him that the only one she wanted to snog was him but that was more of an effort to make a point rather than ‘I want you, I need you, ohhh baby’ kind of thing. Still, she wasn’t complaining at all. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, pulling him closer. It didn’t hurt that she could taste chocolate on his lips.

“Better not. I can’t sneak you in this time,” she smiled. Well, technically, she hadn’t really snuck him into her house during the summer since neither of her parents are at home. It would be considerably hard to sneak him into Gryffindor and some serious points taken off.

“We should do this more often,” she told him when they stopped kissing. “Like on a date,” she couldn’t help but hint. That should give Walt enough of an opening to ask her. Or at least, she hoped. They hadn’t much time to hang out together. It was mostly her fault, quidditch took up most of her time and would until the end of the season. They were in different years, that meant no shared classes. There was something to be said for dating in one own’s year or house but she didn’t particularly mind.