So Yesterday

So Yesterday

I know myself and how easily I can be hurt. Yet, I can't help meeting people who end up hurting me. That is the story of my life. I've loved but haven't been loved back. Or should I say I thought I loved? Okay, I admit it. I have been in love, but only once. His name was Harry Potter. Have you heard of him? I'm sure you have. He is after all the Boy-Who-Lived. Let me tell our story.

***Flashback***

It was a cold day in December and I could be found, as usual, sitting by the fireplace, thinking, while everyone else was either outside in the snow or in Hogsmeade. My thoughts consumed me and I did not hear when someone called my name.

"GINNY!"

I jumped from my extremely warm, comfortable seat and turned around looking for the intruder who dared disturb me.

"Ron! Are you fucking mad? What'd you sneak up on me for?" I screamed at my idiotic sibling.

"Sneak up on you? I didn't sneak up on you! I've been calling your name for the past minute!"

I gave him a horrible look and silently counted to ten. Mum always counted to ten when Fred and George annoyed her. It didn't work.

"Well? Are you going to stand there like an idiot or are you going to tell me what the hell you want?" I said completely annoyed by his presence.

"Hermione and I are going into Hogsmeade today. We asked Harry if he wanted to come along, but he insisted he'd rather stay here. Can you talk to him, find out what's bothering him?" Ron sighed.

I was completely taken aback. Ron? Asking a favor from me? There's got to be a catch.

"What are you up to?" I asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, I just want to know what's bothering him, and he simply won't tell Hermione or me. Please, Ginny," he begged.

"What makes you think he's going to tell me anything? You and 'Mione are his best friends. If he won't tell you, he definitely won't tell me."

"Just try, okay?"

"Okay," I finally gave in.

He smiled his most "thankful" smile. The idiot. I nodded, and then watched him walk to the portrait hole and leave the common room.

As soon as the portrait closed, I let out a long sigh. How was I supposed to talk to Harry? Did Harry even remember that I existed?

'Oh well,' I thought, 'here goes,'

I slowly made my way to the staircase that lead to the boys' dormitory and climbed. I began to shiver without noticing. I looked up at the sign above the door that read "Sixth Year" and took a big breath. I reached and knocked three times.

"Yes?!" Harry yelled at the door.

I opened the door slightly and peered in. He was sitting on his bed, looking through a leather-bound book.

"Hey, Harry," I said shyly.

He looked up from the book and our eyes met.

"Hello, Ginny," he responded in a surprised tone.

I walked in and closed the door.

"I was just wondering if I could have a word with you," I said.

"Why so formal?"

"Sorry. Can we talk?"

"Sure."

I sat down beside him. He closed the book and slipped it under his pillow.

"What's on your mind, Ginny?"

I cleared my throat and took another big breath. Why was this so hard? It wasn't like I was going to ask him out on a date. I couldn't understand it. How could he have this power over me?

"The question is, Harry: What's on your mind? You've been very quiet lately. Is there something bothering you?"

His beautiful green eyes shone. I could tell that he was on the verge of tears.

"Is it Sirius?" I asked already knowing the answer.

He nodded and finally broke down in tears. He clawed at his hair and face as if he was possessed. And he really was possessed; possessed by extreme sadness and hatred. Harry opened his mouth to say something but only an agonized moan escaped the brand-new wave of tears. I hesitated, then I turned toward him and held him in the tightest hug I could master. He slowly put his face on my shoulder and began to speak.

"I-I-I'm sorry Ginny. But I c-c-can't help it. I-I-I feel so alone. M-M-My parents are d-d-dead, my only relatives h-h-hate me, and now Sirius is d-d-d..."

He didn't finish. He wasn't ready to say it yet. Sirius had died only six months ago, after-all. The pain was still so raw. All I could do was hug him. He felt so vulnerable in my arms. I tried to hold in my tears but it was futile.

***Hours Later***

"Are you sure you're okay now, Harry?"

"Thanks to you, yes," he answered.

I blushed to the roots of my hair. I didn't know why, but Harry always made me blush when he paid me a compliment. (It was a bit annoying) I smiled and looked out the window.

"Want to go outside?" I inquired hopefully.

He thought for some seconds and then nodded.

"Sure, I'd love to," he finally answered.

We stood and hurried to get our cloaks. I ran to my dormitory as he searched through his trunk. When I returned, he was still going through it. He wasn't looking for his cloak because he was already wearing it.

"What are you looking for?"

"Nothing, I was just putting something away," he explained.

He turned towards the window and looked outside. I thought he was going to change his mind, but at that moment he smiled.

"Let's go," he suggested.

***

"Harry! Ginny! Over here!"

Harry and I walked onto the cold, white snow and made our way towards a very excited Dean Thomas.

"'Ello, Dean!" I yelled.

Dean motioned for us to follow him. Harry and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"We need your help!" Dean said hysterically as he led us to an unknown location.

"Why?" we said at the same time.

"Professor Dumbledore organized an Inter-House Snowball Fight to, and I quote the old bat, 'liven the spirit of the Holidays'. Anyway, Slytherin has already murdered Hufflepuff and is about to do the same to Ravenclaw. You have to help us! Gryffindor must prevail!"

Harry and I followed Dean a few more steps as he murmured something about Dumbledore finally being off his rocker. We came to small snow mound with a door. There was a huge Gryffindor flag waving at passersby sitting at the top. Dean held the door open for us and we crawled in.

"Welcome to Gryffindor Fortress!" Dean screamed while doing a dramatic twirl.

"Wow! This place is amazing!" Harry said in an awed voice.

I looked around. It really was quite amazing. There was a small area where I could see about twenty cushions on the floor surrounding a large rug in the shape of a Gryffindor lion. Next to it was a sink and stove. Above the stove was a sign that read "Seven Days without Food Makes One Weak". To the right of the sink stood a door with letters that read "Loo". In the center of the room there was a table full of Gryffindors drinking cocoa and coffee. Next to it, Colin Creevey and his brother Dennis sat on cushions playing chess on a small table. One of Colin's pawns ran off the board and simply refused to resume the game until Colin apoligized for calling it "just a useless pawn".

"Oh, it's not much," Dean said, "Parvati decorated it. After she had finished Seamus and I came to check it out. You wouldn't believe what was all over the walls! Pictures of Malfoy! Anyway, Seamus and I got started right away and tore them down. We put Quidditch posters where the pictures were. We even paid tribute to Ron."

He pointed to a sign hanging above the sink. It read the Gryffindor motto, "Weasley Is Our King". I gazed at the other pictures on the walls. I tried to imagine Malfoy's smirking face looking back at me from hundreds of pictures.

'Stupid git!' I thought bitterly.

"Well, if you'll have a seat over here I can tell you our plan," Dean ordered.

We sat on the cushions surrounding the Gryffindor lion rug. The lion winked at us as we made ourselves comfortable. Dean cleared his throat and tapped his fingers while he thought of what to tell us.

"Okay. Here's our plan: defeat Slytherin," he finished lamely.

I waited for him to say more but he didn't so I decided to speak.

"What? That's it? That's pathetic!"

"I know, I know! That's why we need your help."

I sighed and looked at Harry. He gave me a look of impatience. As I tried not to laugh, Harry looked around the room. I could see a sparkle in his eye.

"Dean, get everyone to come here and I will tell you my idea," Harry ordered seriously.

Dean beamed and followed Harry's order. In a few seconds our little corner was filled with Gryffindors.

"I think that's everyone," Dean announced.

"Good. Listen up everyone..."Harry said to the awaiting audience.

***

Gryffindors lined the outside of Gryffindor Fortress with their wands ready for attack. Harry walked back and forth in front of his troops double-checking to see if they were ready.

"Remember everyone, take the smartest fighters first, size does not matter," Harry said finally.

He motioned with one finger for us to start our attack on the resting Slytherins. When we arrived at the outside of the fort, Harry motioned for 10 of us to go to the back, 10 to the front, and 10 on each side. He gave us a signal. He said that he would send red and gold sparks into the air when the attack should commence. We rounded the fort and awaited commands from Harry. I was stationed at the back along with Dean, Seamus, Neville, the Creeveys, Parvati, Lavender, and two second years.

A couple of minutes passed before we saw the sparks fly into the air. Dean screamed "Gryffindor" at the top of his lungs and then began pelting the fort with magical snowballs. I looked around and decided that I might as well start now. I aimed at the back door and sent twenty snowballs right into it. It shook and rattled in its place as Lavender and Parvati attacked it as well. I heard the kids at the front pelting the front door and the sides with snowballs. I took two steps back and then conjured up the strongest flame spell I could think of. It hurled and twisted its way towards the fort and burned it as it made contact. Screams from the Slytherins within the fort made me smile a wicked smile. Payback's a bitch.

The others followed my lead and began to send flame spells towards the fort. Soon, only the doors were left standing with the Slytherins huddled in between. Their wands lay forgotten on the floor and Goyle was waving a white flag. We began to shout our joy of overcoming the Slytherins when Harry's voice stopped us.

"Wait! Does anyone else think this was a bit too easy?"

Parvati shook her head and looked around. The others were doing the same. I thought about it and agreed with Harry. This was way too easy.

"Where's Malfoy?" I asked, noticing for the first time that the slick-haired asshole wasn't among his fellow Slytherin idiots.

All of the Gryffindors looked at the huddled group of Slytherins and took notice of the missing Malfoy. Mumbling errupted from every single Gryffindor mouth.

"Looking for moi?" came a vicious voice from behind us. "I didn't know I was so popular among the Gryffindors."

Lavender screamed as she turned and saw Malfoy directly behind her. Malfoy had his wand at her throat.

"I wonder what happens to a beautiful face when a hot flame is introduced to it."

I gasped.

"You fucking bastard!" yelled Dean. "Let her go!"

"Dean!" yelled Lavender. "Help me!"

Dean took a step towards Malfoy, but Harry and Seamus each grabbed an arm.

"Ah, love! What a splendered thing. Do you think you'll love her as much if she's horribly disfigured, Thomas?" Malfoy threatened.

Dean growled. Harry and Seamus tried their best to hold on to Dean but he was making it very hard for them.

"What in Merlin's name is going on here?"

Everyone turned towards the front doors. Professor McGonagall had joined them and she looked livid.

"Mr. Malfoy let go of Miss Brown this instant! I told Dumbledore this was a horrible idea! Stop this nonsense at once!"

Malfoy let go of Lavender after whispering something in her ear. Lavender ran straight into the arms of Dean. Professor McGonagall gave us all a look of deep disgust and sent us off. We groaned but obeyed and walked away from her towering fury.

Harry found me in the scattered Gryffindors and Slytherins. He looked terribly annoyed. I knew exactly how he felt.

"Can you believe Malfoy?" he asked astonished.

"He's pissed because his precious daddy is locked away for good, and you put him there Harry," I responded.

"We shouldn't let Malfoy or McGonagall ruin our fun. Let's make a snowman," Harry suggested.

I nodded my agreement.

I looked down at the soft snow. Harry bent down and felt the snow in his hands. He looked up at me and without warning, pulled me down next to him so that we ended up in a jumble of robes. We started laughing and after a moment the laughter died down to the loudest silence I'd ever heard. Harry and I untangled ourselves and lay on our backs in the freezing cold snow.

"Come on; let's make that snowman," Harry said finally breaking the silence.

I was a bit disappointed. I wanted to lie in the snow with Harry longer.

I stood and helped Harry gather the snow. Harry took his wand and made the smaller ball of snow jump onto the larger one. I conjured up a top hat and a scarf while Harry went on a search for the finest twigs on Hogwarts grounds. He came back with two long twigs and a few pebbles. He put the twigs at the sides of the snowman so that they played the role of arms. I helped him put the pebbles on the snowman to form eyes and a smile. After we'd finished, we took one more look at our masterpiece and headed towards the castle to get warm.

*Days later*

I walked down to the common room for a bit of reading. When I turned the corner, I saw Ron and Hermione cuddling in their favorite chair. Hermione was reading a book as Ron pretended to listen. Crookshanks lay next to Hermione waiting for her to stroke him. He was growing very impatient. Pig hooted over Ron's head and I could see that Ron was getting annoyed. Just as that thought crossed my mind, Ron grabbed Pig from above him. He looked at the small owl with menacing eyes.

"Oh, Ron let him go," Hermione ordered.

Ron looked at Pig and then at Hermione. He let go of Pig relunctantly. The owl hooted indignantly at Ron as it flew away. Hermione smiled and gave Ron a big kiss. This progressed to a snogfest that moved up the staircase and into the boys' dorm. Neville ran down the steps a few moments later looking harrassed.

I walked past him and sat in the overstuffed armchair. I opened my book to where I had marked it. Before I knew it, I was consumed in the dramatic story of Romeo and Juliet. The book was so interesting that I didn't notice when Harry walked through the portrait hole. He sat on the floor by the fire. When I saw his shadow on my page, I was ready to give the person causing it a piece of my mind, but when I saw that it was Harry's I stopped myself.

"Hi, Harry," I ended up saying.

He turned around with a look of surprise on his face. I could see tear stains on his face. He forced a smile, but didn't answer. He sighed and turned to the fire once again. I felt a bit insulted but I didn't say anything. Instead I stood up and made to leave to another seat since he was still blocking my light.

"I'm sorry, Ginny. Don't leave, I didn't mean to brush you off," Harry suddendly said.

I turned to face him.

"I wasn't leaving because of that. You're in my light and I didn't want to tell you to move."

He forced a smile and said, "Oh."

I sat down next to him on the floor. Not wanting to intrude in his pain, I didn't say anything. Harry stared at the flames as if he could see something in them that I could not. I tried to see what he was seeing but it was useless. I wanted to help him so badly.He turned to me and smiled as he wiped his tears.

"I want to show you something," he whispered so that no one could hear.

He grabbed my hand and helped me stand. I stood and followed him out of the portrait hole.

"You kids better hurry to wherever it is you're going; it's almost 9:00," said the Fat Lady sleepily.

Harry held on to my hand and guided me through the corridors. I looked around to see where he was taking me. It was only after a couple of minutes that I realized where we where going.

Harry placed me to the side as he walked past the wall three times with his eyes shut tight in thought. Suddenly a door appeared in the wall like it had done last year during our D.A. meetings. Harry opened his eyes and grabbed my hand again. He opened the door and we walked in. The Room of Requirement was empty except for a gold-trimmed mirror leaning against the far wall. Harry led me to the mirror. It read "Mirror of Erised" at the top followed by an inscription that I did not understand. Harry looked into the mirror.

"Look into this mirror, Ginny," he said.

I looked at him fearing for his sanity and reluctantly looked into the mirror in front of me. I gasped. There I was, but I looked different. I looked older. Harry was standing next to me and in front of us where two children. Behind us was my family. They looked different, too. Dad had brand-new robes on, Mum had those earrings she's always wanted, and Ron finally had a Firebolt. I looked behind me, but there was no one there. A bit scared, I looked at Harry and I saw him smiling. I thought he could see what I saw and quickly turned a violent shade of red.

This was what I always wanted.How could a mirror know all those things?

"But...how..."

"It shows your deepest desires. Do you know what I see in this mirror?"

I shook my head and was suddenly filled with great curiosity.

"I see Sirius, alive and smiling like he is in my parents' wedding photo. He's free and he lives with me...with me and my parents in a cozy house. We're all so happy," Harry said and I could see the image in his eyes as he looked into the mirror.

He stood looking at the mirror a little longer after he'd finished. We didn't speak; we just stared at the mirror.

*Next Day*

"Okay, class, open your books to page 150 and begin reading about Vanishing Spells."

"Why does McGonagall always have to torture us? I mean, what did we ever do to her?" Courtney complained.

Courtney is one of my fifth year friends. She complains a lot but she's a good listener. She's the one that introduced me to that idiot Michael Corner.

"I don't know, Court. Maybe she wants us to learn something. I mean that's why we come to this damned building, to study," I answered, annoyed with her for the billionth time.

"Okay, but not all of us have time to 'stoody' or whatever it's called. I have a date with Christian Barnes and books are not on the agenda. We have other, more exciting plans," she said giggling stupidly.

I ignored her. She can really be annoying at times.

"Good Lord, Ginevra. What's up your ass?"

"Nothing, Courtney!"

"Is there something you'd like to share with the whole class Miss Weasley or you Miss Bryant?" said McGonagall's irritated voice from behind me.

"No ma'am," I said in a bored voice.

"Well then, get back to work," she ordered.

I waited until she'd reached Colin's desk and then gave her the finger. She was really getting on my nerves lately. I just wanted all those people who thought they had power over me to disappear.

"I'd like to remind you all that O.W.L.s are approaching and that you should have started studying already. I trust I won't have to tell you once again how important these exams are and..."

I felt my attention ebbing away as I listened to McGonagall's rambling about O.W.L.s for the hundreth time. All I could think about was last night in front of that mirror with Harry. I wondered if what I saw could possibly come true.

***Later***

I found myself daydreaming at dinner. No one seemed to be paying much attention to me so I decided to leave. The moment I stood I bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry," I said without looking up.

"Hello Ginevra," said the person.

I looked up, wondering who knew my full name, and saw none other than Michael Corner. Next to him stood his girlfriend, Cho Chang (stupid whore). She smiled at me. I didn't say anything to them; I just walked past and ran up the stairs. Before I realized it, I was directly in front of the Fat Lady.

"Gillyweed," I told her.

The Fat Lady swung open to reveal the hole that lead to the common room. I ran inside without knowing why I was running. I didn't stop until I'd reached my bed. I threw myself on it and stared at the on-going ceiling. I was tired from the running and felt extremely sleepy. I began to dream...

Everything was dark. I could hear myself breathing heavily. ('Where am I?' I thought.) Behind me I heard torches blaze into fire, and I was drowned in a flood of light. I looked around and recognized where I was standing. I was in the Room of Requirement. In front of me was the Mirror of Erised.

Fear crept up my spine like a thousand spiders. This was not the same mirror that I had seen with Harry. This mirror was different somehow. I looked into it and instead of the picture of Harry and me, I saw Harry...dead. Tom Riddle was over him laughing a cold and evil laughter.

I screamed and ran in the opposite direction crying. As I ran I realized that I was no longer in the Room of Requirement, but in a corridor. Looking ahead of me, I saw Harry. I ran towards him and when I reached him he held me. He wiped the tears from my eyes and kissed me. The kiss ended and I looked at him. I screamed. I was no longer in Harry's arms; I was in Tom's arms. I tried to free myself, but he held on and looked at me with dangerous eyes.

"You can never run from me Ginny; I am a part of you," Tom whispered in my ear as I struggled...

"Ginny!"

I opened my eyes and looked up. Courtney was hovering over me with an air of desperation. It took me a moment to realize that I was no longer dreaming. I placed my hand at my heart and felt it racing.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concern dripping from every word.

I nodded and stood from the bed. Shakily, I walked over to the mirror.

"Brush your hair!" screamed my reflection.

"Fuck you," I said to it.

I grabbed the brush Mum bought for my birthday. It read Ginevra on the back and flashed my favorite color, green. Still shaking, I quickly brushed my hair and tied it in a messy ponytail. Without paying any attention to Courtney's confused and pale face, I stood and left the dorm. Once again, I ran, but this time up to the boys' dormitory. I knocked on the door that read "Sixth Year".

"Come in."

I opened the door and walked in to find Harry laying face up in bed. It looked like he was thinking.

"Hello, Harry," I said to him.

He turned to face me and smiled. He motioned for me to join him. I smiled back. Awkardly, I sat at the foot of his bed and watched him. He sat up and put his fingers through his hair.

"Do you want to see something special?"

I nodded and he smiled. He removed his pillow from its place. Under the pillow was the same leather-bound book that I had seen a couple of days ago. He opened it. It was filled with wizard photos of the same two people.

"Are these your...?" I began to ask.

"My parents, yes," he answered.

He turned the page and a photo quickly captured my attention. It was of Harry as a baby, with no scar. His mother held him as he struggled to grab a strand of her fiercely red hair. I smiled as he finally obtained the strand in his tiny palm. Slowly I looked back at Harry and I could see tears forming in his eyes, but at the same time, I saw him struggling to keep them inside. I knew he was tired of crying.

He closed the photo album and placed it under his pillow once again. He lay back and put his arms behind his head.

"You know Ginny, Ron and Hermione are so happy together, I wonder if I'll ever be able to love someone," he told me.

As he said this, I thought back to that morning. Ron had been arguing with me.

"Ginny, that is so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous, Ron. Since you and Hermione started dating, Harry feels like the third-wheel. You're not the Trio anymore. He feels left out."

I shook myself and asked him a question.

"Why wouldn't you be able to?"

"I'm afraid, Ginny. I'm afraid that if I ever love someone, Voldemort will take them from me again."

"You should never live your life in fear, Harry."

He chuckled.

"Have you ever been in love, Ginny?"

I looked at him and my eyes filled with tears.

"Only once," I answered.

He looked at me with curiosity.

"With Michael Corner?" he asked.

I shook my head and looked away so that he wouldn't see the tears fall from my eyes. Harry sat up and gently grabbed my face. He wiped the tears from my eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," I lied.

"Can I ask you something?" he said after a while.

I nodded.

"Why did you fancy me? What was so worthy of your attention?"

The question caught me off guard and I looked at him.

"Harry, I was eleven. I didn't know why I fancied you, not until my third year. I've always liked you, but I gave up on you last year. It doesn't mean that I've forgotten how I feel about you."

"How do you feel about me?" he asked not looking at me.

I didn't answer. Instead, I hung my head and forgetting to tell him my nightmare, walked to the door.

"'Bye, Harry," I said as I stepped outside.

I closed the door and walked down the staircase. I stepped through the common room and left through the portrait hole. I tried not to cry as I headed towards the Room of Requirement. I walked past the wall three times concentrating on somewhere that I could be alone. As I opened the door, I was completely surprised. Inside was a forest, the ceiling was filled with brightly shining stars and the ground was covered by bright green grass. I closed the door and sat leaning on the trunk of a giant tree. I sighed and broke down. I couldn't hold in the tears any longer.

I was surprised as I heard myself call out to God.

"Please! I don't want to love him anymore! I don't want to hurt anymore! Please!"

I clawed at the grass and cried like I'd never cried before. I felt a sharp pain in my heart. All the time I heard myself whisper "Please" to the air. I couldn't breathe.

I heard the door open. Harry walked in. I heard him murmur something but didn't understand what. Why was he here? Had he followed me?

"Harry?" I whispered with only a trace of agony in my voice.

He walked up to me and sat down.

"I didn't know you were here. I came to think," he reported.

I cursed myself for not locking the door.

"Ginny, you've been crying. What's wrong?" he begged.

I shook my head and looked away. He sighed. I knew I was hurting him by not trusting him, but I couldn't tell him that I was still in love with him.

"Ginny, I know that we haven't been the best of friends, but I wish you could trust me. I know that maybe...maybe you feel uncomfortable around me because you hardly know me but..."

I looked at him. He was hiding something from me. I wiped the tears from my eyes. He sighed and sat closer to me.

"I'm scared to love someone, but most of all I'm scared to love you," he confessed. "Voldemort has already used you and I don't want to make you more vulnerable by caring for you. Ginny, last year after my stupid, ignorant crush on Cho, I watched you with Corner. I told myself, 'Harry, here's this girl that's liked you for who you are and you rejected her for some idiot.' I accepted then that I did have feelings for you. When you wrote to me over the summer to check on me, I realized that I was falling in love with you..."

He stopped and looked at me.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Sorry for hurting you."

I realized that Harry had just told me that he loved me, but I refused to except it. As I debated with myself, Harry moved his face closer to mine and I saw myself reflected in his eyes. I stared into them and saw that I looked different. I looked happy; I looked like I did in the mirror.

Harry embraced me and then kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that lingers on your lips long after the kiss is done. I found myself laying on the soft grass not knowing how I had gotten there. Harry was over me, kissing every inch of my bare neck. He kissed my lips once again. We parted and I reached up and with the tips of my fingers touched his lips. He took my hand and kissed my fingers. The tingle traveled down my arm to my breasts and curled over my heart.

"When I look at you, I feel so happy inside that I forget everything terrible around me," he confessed.

"Harry," I whispered.

He lowered his lips to mine. It was a soft kiss. When it ended I smiled at him, my heart starting to tap faster. He kissed me again, a little harder, a little longer. I held him to me as he kissed my eyes, my nose, and my neck.

I kept my eyes closed as he unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. He unfastened my bra and slipped it away. His lips were all over me. His every move was slow, delibarate, gentle, soothing. He pressed his lips to mine and then kissing me harder, faster everywhere. I felt my heart thumping, my blood racing.

"Tell me to stop, Ginny. Tell me to stop," he whispered, but brought his fingers to the button on my skirt and undid it.

'I should,' I thought.

But I didn't want him to. At least, not just yet. Just a little more, just a little longer.

His hand moved in and around my waist. He pressed, pushing me toward him. Then he brought his lips to my exposed stomach, lowering the skirt just a few inches at a time. Soon, it was up to my knees.

"Tell me to stop," he repeated, but moved my skirt down to my ankles. I lifted my leg so he could gently get it off and then he pulled back and took of his pants.

"We're going too far," he said more in the tone of a voiced thought.

He sounded like he was warning himself more than he was warning me.

"I know," I whispered.

I felt drunk, my mind spinning, the warmth traveling up and twirling in my stomach, moving inside me like invisible hands, soft fingers touching me everywhere..

"Tell me to stop," he practically begged.

He kissed me. As he kissed me, I felt his torso. It was sheer perfection. Years of Quidditch had toned his young body so that muscles were roughly etched into his skin. This was the point of no return.

*** END FLASHBACK***

Harry was my only true love. I loved him so much that sometimes it caused me physical pain. I suppose I still love him. Only now, I can tell him but he won't hear me. In my heart Harry will always go on. I love you, Harry, I always have, and I always will.

Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on.

Far across the distance

and spaces between us,

You have come to show you go on.

Near, far, wherever you are,

I believe that the heart does go on.

Once more, you open the door,

and you're here in my heart and

my heart will go on and on.

Love can touch just one time

and last for a lifetime

and never let go till we're gone.

Love was when I loved you

one true time, I hold to.

In my life we'll always go on.

Near, far wherever you are,

I believe that the heart does go on.

Once more you open the door

and you're here in my heart and

my heart will go on and on..

You're here, there's nothing I fear,

and I know that my heart will go on.

We'll stay forever this way,

you are safe in my heart and

my heart will go on and on.

R.I.P

Harry James Potter

The Boy-Who-Lived

July 31, 1980-June 30, 1997

Our Beloved Hero