A Forever Love

Chapter Six: Whisk of Romance

"What? Who?" I was confused, being as how I was talking about OUR relationship (Harry's and my own) and now he was asking if I LOVED someone else?

"MALFOY!"

My eyes widened in shock. "HAVE YOU HEARD NOTHING I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS WHOLE TIME?!?" I exclaimed. "OF COURSE I DON'T LOVE HIM!! Didn't you just say you were LISTENING?!"

"Well, yes, but..."

"BUT NOTHING! Harry, PLEASE! I BEG of you!! Please... forgive me..." I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a hug using all the strength I had in me. I smiled as he, too, wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I forgive you Krys," he said, smiling. "Damn, I've missed you. I've missed this..."

"I've missed you, Harry." I leaned up and we kissed and I felt loved, once again. I felt warm and safe there in his arms. And inside I could practically hear myself screaming, 'I LOVE YOU, HARRY JAMES POTTER!'

That night I easily fell asleep, yet the sleep itself was restless.

No! Draco, what are you doing?! Harry? WHERE IS HARRY?! I watched as Bridget walked out of the darkness that was behind Draco. No... not you... no! NO! WHERE IS HE?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

You won't find him here... you know where he is. My eyes widened and I felt myself grow weaker with every word she said.

No! HARRY! I shrieked, running to that secret hall I'd fought with Bridget in that night, so long ago, it seemed. I arrived at that secret corridor, not knowing how I got there. I say a body lying limply on the floor and immediately knew who it was. Oh God... I ran towards him, effortlessly, and it felt as though I was standing still. Please no... Please God please let him still be alive! I was standing next to him now, looking down at his face. His eyes were closed and he was all scuffed up. Harry! I heard my own voice yell as I kneeled down to wake him. Harry! Please wake up! Harry, please! I just held him there, helpless. He was still breathing, though. I looked up, into the dark, and saw a pair of blue eyes.

"HARRY!" I heard myself scream out.

"Krystal?" I heard Roxeanne mumble. "Krystal - you okay?" I jumped, realizing I was in my bed. Roxeanne, realizing I wasn't okay, ran over to my bed. I felt myself shaking. Roxeanne sat on the bed and listened to everything I told her.

"Oh my... Krystal! That must have been horrible!" I simply nodded and she leaned over to hug me.

"I don't know what to feel right now!" I told her, crying on her shoulder. "I'm angry and scared and I'm nervous and... worried."

"I know Krystal. It's gonna be okay, I promise. It'll all be okay," Roxeanne tried to reassure me.

"What if Hermione was right about dreams?" I asked cautiously. I watched as Roxeanne back up a little and inhale deeply.

"Krystal... maybe you should tell Harry," she said. For the first time in all our friendship, I saw Roxeanne unsure of herself. I saw her fear starting to show through her seemingly rough exterior. She was worried. I could tell.

"I guess I should. Do you think I should talk to Draco... after everything that's happened?"

"I don't know Krystal... I mean, Draco IS the reason Harry and you were fighting, anyway."

"Yeah, but... he- he was one of my best friends Roxeanne!"

"I know but... well, I wouldn't tell him about the dream. I think maybe you should wait and see what HE says about everything that's happened."

I nodded. "Thanks Roxeanne," I said with a half-hearted smile. "What would I do without you?"

Roxeanne returned my smile. "Hey - what are friends for?" she said, before going back to her bed.

I couldn't fall back to sleep that night. The next morning I got ready quickly and ran down to the common room. Roxeanne came down about twenty minutes later. I was pacing, still waiting for Harry to come down.

"Krystal!" Roxeanne laughed. "Calm down! It's still early! He'll be down soon." I nodded but I wouldn't stop pacing. I couldn't stop pacing. I relaxed a bit when Neville came down and told me Harry was getting ready.

"Hey Krys," Harry said. He sounded concerned and I hadn't even told him anything.

"What's wrong? You seem... tense," I told him.

"Oh - no! I'm fine. Are you okay? Sorry, I guess I was still thinking about last night... you know? You really scared me. I thought I could've lost you," Harry explained.

At that moment I realized that Harry was probably more worried about me than I was about my dream. This thought alone brought tears to my eyes. I refused to cry again, however. I closed my eyes and he brushed the back of his hand against my cheek. I held his hand there on my face for what seemed like an eternity. I opened my eyes to look up into his. Without even realizing it, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. His warm, comforting arms were around my waist. We both leaned in and kissed. That kiss alone made everything better. It was as if nothing horrible had happened and we were picking up right where we left off. We both slowly backed away. All I could do was smile. I felt numb.

"We've missed breakfast," he told me in a whisper.

"I don't care... you've missed Quidditch practice."

"I don't care... the captain might, but I don't," he said in a hushed voice. I lowered my arms, realizing that they were still wrapped around his neck. "I love you, Krystal Montague," he told me, running his fingers through my hair. I let out a shaky sigh that finally caused my tears to break free.

"And I love you Harry Potter," I replied, gripping the back of his shirt as I hugged him.

That was probably the most romantic day of my life. I highly doubt there will ever be one better. It hurts just looking back on that. I should've told him about the dream then. I had my chance. I suppose I didn't want to ruin the moment. This was a decision I will always regret, for I'd never have another chance to tell Harry about my horrid dream.