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Gideon/Samantha
Gideon didn't know why he faked sleeping during the summer anymore, it never failed. She'd always come at exactly eleven-thiry, he'd always open the window, yawn, stretch, rub his eyes, and hide the fact that he was already in his jeans and sneakers, ready to go out. He was almost sure that Sam knew his game, but he liked that if she did, she still played along.

"Gideon---oy, you're a lousy boy, in bed by eleven!" Samantha Hardy shouted up from the ground, eyes flitting to the first story window to make sure she hadn't woken his parents.

"And you're a lousy girl," he shot back, wiping at his eyes before slinging his leg out the window, "Running around the neighborhood hootin' and hollerin'"

"Never said I was a good girl," she retorted, hands on her hips as Gideon grabbed onto the branch outside his window. He carefully made his way along its length before reaching the trunk and stepping down to the lower branches. He could do this in his sleep, he'd been doing it since his first summer home from Hogwarts, and now going into seventh year--sure he could've apparated, but what was the fun in that?

Gideon dropped down to the ground, lifting his chin to mimic Samantha's haughty grin. What she had to be haughty about, he had no idea, but he wasn't going to let her out haughty him.

She stepped forward, poking his chest lightly.

"Don't ever grow up, Gideon," she said, her tone a lot softer than he'd been expecting. His haughty expression faltered, and he tilted his head. Grinning, he cuffed Samantha lightly in the chin.

"Ahhh, Sam, s'long as you keep kidnapping me out of my bedroom, I'll be all right."

"Even if you've got a stuck up wife that doesn't realize how much you need me to have fun?" she asked quickly, "Because it's true. I dunno what you're going to do without me when you graduate in June."

Gideon opened his mouth to retort that he'd be just fine, but the startling revelation that he couldn't fathom living without Samantha struck him hard in the chest, and suddenly he wasn't looking forward to his seventh year of school.

"Even if I've got a stuck up wife that doesn't realize how much I need you," he responded. Sam's lips pursed slightly, eyes widening, but as if the conversation never happened, she grabbed Gideon's hand and began to tug him through the yard.

"C'mon, I found this perfect spot---you can see the entire screen of the drive-in..."