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Waking up next to Oliver the next morning is the best thing that could have happened. He is already awake and looks at me dreamily. "What is it?" I ask sleepily and kiss his cheek. "It could be like that every morning, I don't care." He says softly and smiles. I nod. "Yes. Except you're in your final year and you're leaving school in a few weeks. And I still have a year ahead of me.” He shrugs. "There are holidays. And after that I'll glue you to me, then you won't go anywhere without me." "That sounds good," I laugh and throw myself on top of him, snuggling into his warm skin and want to stay like that forever, but we have to get up or we won't get breakfast and Gryffindor points will be deducted if we close come to class late. He agrees, because he gets up and carries me into the bathroom. "You can use my toothbrush," he laughs and jumps into the shower, then I hand him the toothbrush and take a shower and it only takes us ten minutes in total, then we walk hand in hand down to the common room. One of Oliver's friends must have tried to get into the dormitory but got so drunk he just lay down outside the door. Oliver looks at him in amusement. "Don't you want to wake him up?" I ask softly, but he shakes his head. "He can't go anywhere in that condition anyway..." laughs Oliver. "Madam Pomfrey will confirm that."We finally get downstairs and the whole room is filled with comatose Gryffindors who've partied too much. Something stirs in one corner. "Fred!" I laugh. "Where's George?" "Here," I hear something muffled, and suddenly Fred is rolled across the floor and his brother squeezes out from under him. "You better hurry or there won't be any breakfast for you before class starts." I laugh. "As if I could get something down..." Fred grumbles in disgust and struggles to his feet before pulling his twin off the floor as well. "At least some tea, boys." Oliver laughs and we move on. Before we step through the portrait, I call out to the two of them: "And just wake up everyone you think is going to make it to class. I don't think the teachers would be happy if half the Gryffindor house was absent from class." "Sure thing." It sounds in unison and I realize at that moment: My life couldn't be nicer. I have everything I need and everything I ever wanted. I have amazing friends, a second family with the Weasleys, we won the trophy and I have Oliver by my side
