He smiled and took the book from her hand, staring at it in fake concentration, "hmm...The Mystery That Is Emily Prescott. Yup, that's exactly the book I was looking for." He smirked and leaned in for another kiss. "Dear miss. Would you do me the honor of going on another date with me sometime in the near future?" He smiled at her.
Emily frowned and grabbed the book back. "Nope. It's How to Care for Your Bowtruckle. But in spite of your apparent illiteracy, I suppose I could be persuaded to accompany you on another pleasant excursion." She grinned mischievously. "I'll need a lot of persuading, though." The bell rang, because Hogwarts has bells, of course. "Dear me, I'm going to be late for class," Emily said liltingly. She didn't move an inch from where she was.
"Oh I'm sure I could persuade you." Louis gave her a devilish grin. The bell sounded and he almost groaned, before hearing what Emily said, and noticing her non-movement. "Class? Right. Class. As a responsible Ravenclaw, I should be promoting that shouldn't I? But I rather think that tardiness might be alright on this one occasion." He leaned in and kissed her again, not a quick kiss this time either.
"So next Hogsmeade weekend then?" She decided that was about sufficient persuasion. Also we'll just say they go every weekend because making them wait like a month for their next date seems cruel. She smiled and leaned back against the bookshelf. "I'm going to be late," she said, still not moving.
Louis grinned and nodded. "I'm afraid we both are..." he whispered in her ear. He kissed her cheek before pulling back and looking at her. "Would you like an escort to class m'lady?" He held out one hand for her to take if she wanted it.
"Why certainly, dear sir!" Emily did one of those silly extravagant flourishes and took Louis' hand all elegant like and I am just so good at the descriptions today for real. And then... And then they went to class. Happily. Perhaps with a bit of a skip. The end.
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