He called her amazing.  He called her bloody good.  He kissed her and cuddled her and wanted to listen to her play something pretty.  Connor couldn’t play a chord to save his life, but he could make her feel all dizzy and flushed and grown up, and Prim had difficulty remembering where to put her fingers as she went on playing for him, while he leaned on her shoulder.  Something in her chest was all trembly and the smile that had popped up during his attempts to bang on the keys was plastered there permanently across her face.  

Prim played and she leaned her head just a little to the left, against his there on her shoulder.  All they needed was a crackling fire and this would be super romantic.  Maybe Connor could bring himself to forget about Chase’s girlfriend and just focus on somebody new.  Somebody younger and more musical and better at Quidditch.  He would be happier, she thought.  There wasn’t a lot of sense in pining over somebody else’s girlfriend.  

She’d been playing for a little while when she noticed that Connor had grown heavy against her shoulder and she gave him a little nudge with her shoulder, turning her face to place a jitter-filled kiss into his hair.  




Primrose Darling