“She actually looks scared, Ryden,” the seventeen year old Orlando laughed, watching as his girlfriend scared off a third year.

“Good. I don’t understand why she was looking at you like that, does she not see me?” The ravenclaw complained – still eying the now very uncomfortable girl standing near the book shelf.

“I think she does, can you please look at me now?” he tried – using his fingers to turn her face to his. Seeing how annoyed she really was, the Gryffindor smiled and leaned down to place a small kiss on her lips. “Now she knows I am taken.”