Bubbly Love

Hermione finished packing. Ever since Harry, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Hermione had been calm.

There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing ran her, all was joyful. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going on the grounds to become a gleeful bed.

Just then, there was a merry knock at the door. Hermione opened it and stood there softly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her arm.

When Hermione came to, Harry was holding her arm and looking happy. "My love," Harry said anxiously, "I'm sorry for the loving shock. I've been shipwrecked on an interesting island for the last ten years, living like the sun, but on a cloudy day, you know, when the wispy clouds kind of move in and out. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my hand in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Hermione could hardly believe her Harry had returned. "I will always love you, hand or no hand. Besides, you can cover it up with a drawer."

They embraced joyfully and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was green.