Only For You

Only For You

by DPx

Chapter Six - If I Had You

The two weeks before the first Quidditch match of the season went by in a huge blur - Harry and I were out practising with the rest of the team every night of the week, leaving us only the weekend to do any homework. Homework that seemed to be mounting up at a frightening rate. Unsurprisingly, Professor McGonagall was giving us more than we could easily manage, and Konchesky was born to give the world a hard time. Thanks to a few late nights and a bit of strategic copying of History Of Magic essays from Hermione, though, I managed to keep up.

The day of the match dawned cold, and unsurprisingly raining heavily, as it seemed to have been all week. And I woke up far too early. Sitting in one of the recessed windows of Gryffindor Tower wearing nothing but shorts and a t-shirt isn't exactly the best idea on a cold and wet late September morning, but I really couldn't sleep. Davy was curled up in my lap, sleeping soundly, of course. Insomnia doesn't seem to affect rats. My heart was beating at about a million miles an hour though, and no matter how slow I tried to breathe or how much I tried to relax, it wouldn't slow down, and the butterflies in my stomach just wouldn't leave me alone. I sat there for another ten minutes, before scooping Davy up, letting him down on the bed and getting dressed as quickly as I possibly could. Way too damn cold.

It was much warmer down in the common room, where the fire was already lit and crackling away in the grate. I curled up in an armchair, as close to the fire as I could, but even that didn't warm me up that much. The worst thing was that I couldn't put my finger on exactly what was wrong. Nerves about a match I could understand, but it'd never really affected me like this before. My mind quickly settled on the other possibility. Dammit, why do I have to try and screw up everything I get involved with? Why, when I look at Harry, do I see someone that I want to be more than friends with, when being friends should be enough?

'Is master ok?' I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of a voice from right above me. I looked up to see a... creature, humanoid only much smaller, with huge bat ears and big, staring green eyes.

'What... Who?' I said, rubbing my eyes, thinking that I'd been imagining it.

'Dobby asked if master is ok. Master is sitting there all alone so early in the morning... Dobby is up of course, Dobby is expected to be up very early, but master is not.'

'You're a house elf?'

'Yes sir, Dobby is. Dobby is pleased to meet you sir, because Dobby knows you are a friend of Harry Potter.'

'You know Harry?'

'Of course, sir. Harry Potter is most brave, sir. He set Dobby free from my former masters.'

'Oh, cool.'

'Harry Potter talks about you, sir. If you are Miah, sir.'

'Yeah, that's me.'

'He talks about you all the time, sir. But Dobby was not supposed to say,' Dobby said, taking a piece of spare firewood from beside the fireplace and starting to hit himself over the head with the piece of wood.

'Dobby, stop it,' I exclaimed, jumping up and wresting the wood from his hands.

'But Dobby has revealed one of Harry Potter's secrets, sir.'

'Well, there's no need to beat yourself up about it... Er, yeah,' I said, laying the piece of firewood down by the fireplace.

'Sir is most kind, but Dobby should keep his secrets.'

'Well, don't worry, Dobby, I'll forget I ever heard anything,' I said, as sincerely as I could manage. Like hell I'd forget! Talks about me all the time does he? Interesting...

'Thank you, Miah Weiss. Now Dobby must go,' he said with a nervous laugh, wringing his hands and backing away from me. 'Dobby has much to do.' And then he was gone.

'Who was that you were talking to, mate?' asked Ron, jumping down the last few stairs from the dormitory rooms.

'Oh, no one. Just a house elf. Strange things aren't they?'

'Very,' said Ron, sitting down in the chair opposite mine. 'But don't let Hermione hear you say house elves are no-ones. She's been obsessed with house elf rights since the third year. Wants them to have rights and everything.'

'Crazy,' I said, shaking my head slightly.

'So you ready for today?'

'Yeah, of course,' I said, feeling anything but.

'Good. We're going to win easily, I reckon.'

'I don't know much about Ravenclaw, even in spite of what Angelina said.'

'Well, they're nothing much really. Cho Chang's their only good player really. I think Harry fancies her a bit.'

'Yeah?' I said.

'Well, he thinks I haven't noticed, but there was a ball during the Triwizard Tournament last year and he couldn't take his eyes off of her the whole night.'

'They didn't go together?'

'No, she went with Cedric Diggory. He... Well, you know what happened with Harry and You-Know-Who?'

'Yeah, he said.'

'Well, Cho's still pretty sad about Cedric, but I think she likes Harry really.'

'Oh, right,' I said quietly, already not liking Cho very much. Come to think of it, when she'd come into our compartment on the Hogwarts Express, she was looking at Harry a bit like he was the last drink of water in the desert. And most times they'd been in the same room, her eyes had hardly left him.

'I doubt anything will happen though,' Ron said, grinning.

'How come?' I asked.

'Firstly, she's a year older and secondly, well, would YOU go out with Harry?' Ron smirked.

'Well, I wouldn't,' I lied through my teeth, 'but I'm not Cho, I suppose.'

'Nah, mate, nothing's going to happen.' I tried not to sigh in relief, looking over Ron's shoulder and smiling as I saw Harry come down the stairs from the bedroom, along with Seamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom, the Weasley twins and a couple of random second years.

'Ready, Miah?' George asked me, sitting down on the arm of Ron's chair.

'Yeah, I think so.'

'Cool, mate. We're going to hammer them.'

I smiled nervously, sitting back, trying to stay out of the conversation and clear my head. I was interrupted though by Harry, who'd dropped to his knees so that his head was just poking up above the arm of my chair.

'Seriously, Miah, are you ok?'

'Yeah, I think so. Just a bit worried.'

'Nervous?'

'A bit. It's weird, I'm never usually nervous before a game.'

'It's ok,' Harry said, laying a hand on my arm.

'Yeah, I know, I just... don't want to let anyone down.'

'You won't.'

'How do you know?'

'I just do. Really. I just know. Trust me.'

'Ok.'

'You want to have some breakfast?'

'Not really.'

'You've got to try and eat something,' Harry said, hauling himself to his feet. I dragged myself up after him, walking downstairs accompanied downstairs by practically the whole of Gryffindor house, who'd come down into the common room while Harry and I had been talking.

We all went into the Great Hall together, to a chorus of boos and hisses from the Slytherin table.

Breakfast was torture for me, I could barely eat anything, barely managing to force down a piece of toast before standing up and walking out of the hall. I grabbed my cloak from my tower room and walked out onto the grounds, down towards the Quidditch stadium, which was already hung with the red of Gryffindor and the dark blue of Ravenclaw.

I made my way up into the stands and just sat there, drawing the cloak closer about myself, looking up at where I'd be playing in just a couple of hours. It'd stopped raining, but the sky was still a steely grey and there was a clammy cold feeling in the air. The longer I sat there, the more I felt my fear evaporate, all my worry and butterflies disappear, feeling more and more confident as every minute went by.

I sat there until about 10:45, walking back up to the castle as the first few students began moving down towards the stadium.

As I clambered back in through the Fat Lady's portrait, I almost ran into Angelina, who was looking more than a little flustered.

'Oh, Miah, there you are! We were wondering where you'd got to.'

'I just went out for a walk.'

'Oh, right,' she said, hardly seeming to take in what I'd said. 'Well, get changed and we'll go down. Hurry up.'

I climbed the stairs to the dormitory, finding my new Quidditch robes laid out on my bed. I picked them up slowly, running my fingers over the Gryffindor lion badge on the chest. I pulled the robes on quickly, doing up my boots, slinging my Nimbus 2001 over my shoulder and joining the rest of the team in the common room. We were the only ones in there by then, as the rest of the Gryffindors were already down in the stands.

We got down to the stadium as quickly as possible, Madam Hooch ushering us into the dressing room. Over the noise of the crowd, I could hear the Weasley twins' friend Lee Jordan announcing the Ravenclaw team as they took to the pitch.

Angelina turned to us as if to give us a last minute talk, but merely nodded and gulped, turning to the dressing room door and opening it. As loud as the crowd noise probably was, it sounded a little distant as I flew out after George Weasley onto the pitch.

'And here are Gryffindor, the reigning House Quidditch champions, and hot favourites to win this year, I give you Johnson... Spinnet... Bell... Weasley... Weasley... Weiss... and Potter.' As Lee Jordan said Harry's name, a deafening cheer rose from the Gryffindors, most of whom I saw were waving banners and flags in Gryffindor colours.

I flew slowly up and down in front of my goal posts, looking around the now full stadium. It all seemed a little blurred, the sound and the colours, but it surprised me that it didn't worry me at all, it just reassured me. Being in front of a crowd at a Quidditch match was something that I'd done a lot of times before, and in a way it felt like being home. I watched the three chasers from each team go forward to the centre of the pitch as Madam Hooch brought the chest holding the match balls out to the centre of the field.

'Right boys,' I said shrilly to Harry and the Weasley twins, who were still relatively nearby. 'I want a good fair game, no dirty tricks and no foul play. And certainly no hitting people with those nasty clubs.' Harry grinned at my imitation of Madam Hooch, which is more than could be said of the match referee herself, who gave me a very dirty "I'm watching you" look.

'No, no foul play at all,' said George.

'Damn right, we'll save that for Slytherin,' Fred said, twirling his beater's club menacingly.

'Now, I want a fair game from all of you.' At this, Fred and George both looked at me, causing me to laugh rather too loudly. 'Ahem, I want a clean game. No foul play will be tolerated.' Another smile from the Weasley twins and another snigger that I couldn't quite keep in. 'Are you ready?' Madam Hooch enquired of Angelina and the Ravenclaw chaser, and on their nods, she used her wand to open the crate, the four balls soaring out. One quick blast of her whistle later and the game was under way.

The first few minutes of the game were fairly even, the Quaffle staying pretty much in the middle of the pitch, as one set of Chasers struggled to find a way to get past the other set. After a few minutes though the game opened up and I looked up to see two Ravenclaw chasers flying directly at me, one of them with the Quaffle under her arm.

'And Ravenclaw mount their first attack of the game,' Lee Jordan said. 'Two on one with new Gryffindor keeper Miah Weiss... And a sharp stop from Weiss, who gives the ball to Spinnet... Spinnet to Bell, Bell back to Spinnet, who flips a pass to captain Angelina Johnson. Johnson one on one with the Ravenclaw keeper aaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddd she... SCORES.

'Ten-nil to Gryffindor, a brilliant team goal made possible by a smart save and good distribution from the Gryffindor keeper.' Lucky save more like. I'd just guessed which way the Ravenclaw chaser was going to go and fortunately I'd been right. But knowing that at least part of the cheer that had gone up at the goal had been for me was an amazing feeling. Knowing that a lot of the Slytherin boos were for me was also something that made me feel a bit better.

I looked up to see Harry and Cho circling the stadium, looking round for the Golden Snitch, which hadn't, as yet, made an appearance. I gave him a quick thumbs up and returned my attention to the game in time to notice that once again a Ravenclaw chaser had got away from the rest of the pack, and was far too close for comfort. The girl with the Quaffle was on me before I knew it, and I took an instinctive guess as to which side of me she was going to try and pass me. I guessed correctly, moving sharply to my left, but she was just a little bit too quick, and my despairing fingers only managed to grasp her broom, just where the bristles met the shaft. The slight contact caused her to drop the Quaffle and just as I thought I'd managed to prevent a certain goal, Madam Hooch was flying over, letting off long blasts on her whistle.

'Holding. Deliberate holding, penalty to Ravenclaw.'

I stared at her, a look of disbelief on my face. 'WHAT?'

'Penalty. And don't you argue with me, young man.'

'Whatever.'

'TWO penalties. Dissent.'

I managed to stop myself from arguing further, retrieving the Quaffle and flying over to the Ravenclaw seeker who'd "won" the penalties. 'No chance,' I said to her quietly, so that Madam Hooch couldn't hear, giving her a cocky little grin before flying back to my goal posts.

The first penalty I could do nothing about, I went completely the wrong way, moving rapidly towards my left hand post as she sent the Quaffle soaring through the right hand ring.

'And Ravenclaw equalise,' Lee Jordan sighed. 'From the first of two decidedly dodgy penalties. And the second... is saved! Brilliant save by the Gryffindor keeper, who not only blocked the shot but held the Quaffle as well and once again gets good distance on his pass, finding Bell just short of half way.' I watched as Katie went on to score, making the score 20-10 to Gryffindor.

The next ten minutes were full of Ravenclaw pressure and I had to make five or six saves to stop them scoring. It seemed that they were becoming increasingly desperate to score, and the more their desperation showed, the less likely they seemed to score. As I cleared the seventh effort in about as many minutes I heard the other Ravenclaw chasers shout recriminations at each other.

As they shouted at each other, blaming the girl who'd taken the shot for not passing or whatever, they were scattered by a red blur descending from the heavens, followed closely by Cho, diving after Harry as quickly as she could. I watched as Harry descended towards the turf, Cho in hot pursuit. He seemed to slow as he approached the ground, reaching down with one hand, Cho still in a steep dive, angling towards him. As she approached, Harry swerved sharply away from the ground, leaving Cho heading directly for the wet grass. Realising that she'd been dummied, Cho just about managed to avoid ploughing into the pitch, pushing off of the ground and rejoined the game.

The pressure applied by the Ravenclaw chasers intensified throughout the next five minutes, but they still didn't score, and Alicia managed to score two goals for us, taking the score to 40-10.

I could see Harry still flying around the higher reaches of the stadium, looking for the Quaffle. From the corner of my eye, I saw one of the Ravenclaw beaters swing his club, sending a bludger flying towards Harry. He turned and saw it rocketing towards him, but instead of turning and getting out the way, he put his head down and flew toward it. Just as it seemed the bludger was certainly going to hit him, he flipped upside down, causing the bludger to miss underneath him, reaching down to snatch up the glimmer of gold that had been following in the bludger's wake.

The cheers from the Gryffindor end were nearly deafening, everyone on their feet and clapping, Ron and Hermione at the front with Professor McGonagall and Hagrid, who nearly knocked Colin Creevey out of the stands by clapping him heartily on the back.

'Harry Potter catches the Snitch and Gryffindor win the match, by an overwhelming score of 190-10!' Any further comment he may have made were drowned out by a chorus of boos from the Slytherins. It didn't matter though, we'd won, and I flew over to Harry, giving him a huge hug, one that he returned, not letting go for probably longer than was necessary, not like I was going to complain.

'We did it, Miah... You were amazing,' he shouted over the noise, a huge smile all over his face.

'Nah, mate, you were the one that was great. That Wronski Feint was brilliant.'

He blushed a deep red at this, but slung his arm round my shoulder and lead me off on a victory lap of the stadium with the team.

When we landed, Ron and Hermione ran over, Hermione throwing her arms round Harry and giving him a big hug. We were surrounded by all the Gryffindors, shaking hands and slapping us on the back. After a few minutes, we made it back to the dressing room, where Professor McGonagall congratulated us briefly, before allowing us to get changed. On the way back up to Gryffindor Tower, on about the third floor, Fred and George stopped.

'You go back up to the tower,' said Fred. 'We'll be along in a bit.'

'Yeah, we've got some... shopping to do,' George added mysteriously, winking at Harry and Ron before following his twin away down a corridor.

The common room was covered with decorations, foremost among them a huge poster that I'd noticed at the game being held by Colin and Dennis Creevey, saying 'Potter for England.'

We had a good time sitting around talking about the game, before Fred and George came back with a huge crate, which they rapidly proceeded to unpack. Bottles of butterbeer, Fizzing Whizbees, Chocolate Frogs and a load of other cool stuff, topped off rather spectacularly, in my opinion at least by a bottle of Ogden's Firewhisky, which I pocketed when no one seemed to be looking.

'I love Hogsmeade,' George said, biting the head off of a Chocolate Frog and taking a long swig of butterbeer.

'Amen, brother,' Fred replied, picking carefully through a pack of Every Flavour Beans.

'You went to Hogsmeade to get all this?' I asked.

'Certainly did. I see you took a liking to the whisky,' Fred said, looking at the bottle neck that was sticking out of the pocket of my robes.

'Oh, yeah, sorry,' I said, offering the (mostly) full bottle back to them.

'Nah, don't worry mate, it's ok. I hate the stuff, and you've earned it anyway.'

'Thanks Fred,' I said, twisting the bottle cap off and taking a quick drink. The evening seemed to pass quicker and quicker the more I drank, and all I really remember until about 2am was Professor McGonagall poking her head in to tell us to go to bed at about midnight. We weren't making too much noise, although I suppose we were in the middle of a rather loud sing-along. Harry had managed to convince me to get my guitar from the dormitory and I was trying to teach a few of my favourite songs to everyone, but it didn't go too well. The best bit was stealing the odd meaningful glance at Harry during a rather unfortunately out of tune rendition of the Korgis' "If I Had You" which had some of the portraits in the room holding their ears.

Soon after 2am though, most people went to bed, including a rather worse-for-wear Ron and an irritated Hermione, irritated because Ron and I kept screwing up the letters she was writing to Viktor Krum, setting them on fire and giggling like maniacs. She flounced off upstairs, eventually followed by Ron, who didn't so much flounce as crawl, looking rather green in the face.

'You shouldn't torment her like that, you know?' Harry said, moving my guitar out of the way, sitting down in the armchair next to me.

'Yeah, I'm sorry.'

'I was joking, you know? I mean, it might be harsh, but that last one, the one you attached to the Filibuster firework and let it out over the lake... I thought Hermione was going to explode.'

I stood up, crossing over to the window that looked out over the lake, my legs slightly unsteady.

'Miah?' And suddenly he was behind me. I didn't need to hear his footsteps on the carpet to know it, didn't need to see his reflection in the window, I just felt it.

'Yeah,' I said, nervously turning to face him.

'That song... Who were you singing that to?'

'Er, I don't know what you're talking about,' I muttered, embarrassed yet totally unable to move away, to draw my eyes away from his beautiful emerald gaze.

'If I Had You. You sang it earlier,' he said, taking an almost imperceptible step forward. He was so close now, drawn closer by unseen hands, so close, so agonisingly close that I could feel his soft breath on my face, feel his eyes boring into mine, feel his hand come up to brush against my arm.

I leaned inexorably in towards him, my heart beating faster than it ever had in my life. But just as inexorably, he pulled away slightly, averting his eyes, moving his arm back to his side.

'Miah, this can't happen.'

'Why... Why not?' I asked, suddenly very sober, suddenly very aware of exactly what was going on.

'I'm not sure, it just can't.'

'We both want to.'

'I don't know.'

'You do, Harry, I could see it in your eyes. You want to, you really do.' Maybe I was still a little drunk. I certainly wouldn't have been that bold sober!

'But I can't. I'm not... ' But he couldn't complete his sentence. Swallowing hard, he finally looked back up into my eyes. 'Miah, I'm not like that. I don't think about you that way.'

'And I'm not like that. Really I'm not.' I'd started now, and I couldn't stop. Something inside me had just snapped, and a month of torture, of wanting, but not being able to have, finally came out in one long torrent. 'But around you I can't help myself. I want to be able to just forget about you when you leave the room. For my own good. And yours. But it's not that simple.'

'Not that simple? I don't understand.'

'I've never felt like this about anyone. No one. Ok? Not ever. And this really scares me. But... I think I want to be with you. And I think you feel the same way.' At this, he looked away, pulled his glasses off and covered his face with his hands. 'Look, Harry, if you really don't, then look me in the eyes and tell me. I'll never bother you again. You don't even need to talk to me again if you don't want to. But I need to know.'

'I... ' His voice was muffled and interspersed with sobs, sobs that threatened to destroy my soul just to hear them. 'I... don't know, Miah. I can't answer something like that. Not now. I need to think... '

'Harry, if you need time, I'll wait. As long as you need. Even if the answer's going to be no, I'll wait. I just... don't want to hurt you.'

'You couldn't hurt me, Miah. Not even if you tried,' he whispered, grinning sadly up from behind a mask of tears.

'Oh, I dunno. I can be pretty hurtful when I choose to be.'

'You never have been to me.'

'No, well... I told you, I don't want to hurt you.'

'But you could?'

'Maybe.' Suddenly, I felt tired. Like all of the emotional tension had finally caught up with me, so much that I think I visibly sagged. It was almost as if he felt it, cause he let his hands fall away from his face, looking at me, slightly worried.

'You look tired, Miah.'

'Yeah, well, I don't really feel it.' A lie, but I don't know how easily I could deal with sleeping in the same dormitory as him right now.

'Well, I think I'm going to go to bed now, I really do feel tired' he said, offering me a sad little smile.

'Ok, well, good night Harry.'

'Night, Miah.' He turned away, then turned back, looking slightly embarrassed, but leaning in to brush his lips softly against my cheek. 'Sleep well.'

I don't know how long I stood there, staring after him. Feeling so exhilarated at his touch, but sad that it wasn't more. Finally I staggered over to the armchair, moving my guitar out of the way before collapsing into it. I cradled my guitar in my arms, imagining that it was him for a little while, before beginning to gently pluck out a song that I'd played so often before that I'd almost made my own.

'I can't breathe
When You leave,
Come back before
I suffocate.

I can't sleep
When Your heartbeat
Rings through my veins
I feel it.

Maybe if I could stay perfectly still
Could I hear You breathe.
Why then, should all this just make me feel ill?
Do You feel for me?

I don't want
To be alone
Without You
I'm lost and broken.

I want You
I want You
But I will not change
For anyone

Maybe if I can stay perfectly still
Could I hear You breathe.
Why then, should all this just make me feel ill?
Do You feel for me?

I don't want
To be alone
Without You I'm lost

And Broken'

Tears sprang easily to my eyes, I just let them come. I cradled my head in my hands, feeling as wretched as I'd ever done. A muffled noise from upstairs, like a door opening and shutting, jolted me to my senses, and holding my guitar I padded softly up the boys stairs, but all the doors were shut. I rested my head against the cool stone of the Gryffindor tower, feeling it soothe my overheated skin, especially the boiling point where Harry's lips had brushed my cheek. I slumped down onto the stairs, my head still resting against the wall. I couldn't go in to the dormitory. Not with him awake. I just couldn't face him right now if he was still awake.

I don't know how long I sat there, it seemed like hours, but I finally climbed the final few stairs to our tower room, opened the door and slipped inside. It was completely dark and silent, which I was grateful for. I got changed slowly, my eyes being drawn to the window, through which shone the light of the full moon. I crossed to the window, with it's deep, recessed ledge. I sat down on the ledge, with my back resting against the wall. I looked out at the sleeping castle for a little while, fighting to keep my eyes open, a wave of tiredness rushing over me.

~~**~~

The next thing I knew, Davros was climbing up my t-shirt, his needle-like claws digging into my skin. I flicked my eyes open to find daylight streaming in through the windows of the dormitory. Oh my head! 'Davy,' I said sleepily, 'do you really feel the need to act as some sort of furry alarm clock every morning? I needed to sleep.' I looked round slowly, only to find that none of the beds were occupied, everyone must have already gotten up. I scooped Davros up in my hand before sliding to the floor. As I straightened my legs and stood, I remembered why it's not the best idea to sleep cross-legged, sitting down on stone. My knees nearly buckled and I felt sore all over. 'Davy, you shouldn't let me sleep like that.' Davros squeaked indignantly before jumping from my hand, landing on my bed.

Suddenly, I heard movement from the other side of the room, the sound of two feet hitting the floor and a groan that was pretty similar to the one I'd issued a few seconds earlier on discovery of my aches and pains. 'Hey, who's there?' I asked.

'Er... Morning Miah. It's only me.' Harry. Oh man. I reached down to my bedside table quickly, grabbing a piece of gum from it, quickly popping it into my mouth. He finally walked round to where I could see him. He looked very tired, like he could just fall asleep standing up. But still very much like Harry, you know? Ahem.

'Hey Harry. Sleep ok?'

'No. Not at all. you?'

'A little. But I don't think these window ledges are exactly designed for sleeping on. I ache everywhere.'

'You'd think they could put down a few cushions or something, wouldn't you?'

'Yeah.'

'Harry...'

'Miah...'

'You first.'

'No, you go first.'

'Ok, look, I just want to say sorry for last night. I was being pushy, acting like a total idiot.' I sat down on my bed, and was a little surprised that he came over and sat beside me.

'Oh, Miah, that's ok. I was gonna say sorry for being so cold.' WHAT? 'And sorry for listening to you sing.'

'You heard that? That was you on the stairs?'

'Yeah. It was beautiful.'

'Oh. I didn't write it.'

'That doesn't matter. You have an amazing voice.' I blushed the deepest I think I ever have.

'I didn't really mean for anyone to hear.'

'Yeah, that's why I'm sorry.' My eyes were drawn to his, his bright, intense green eyes, somehow not dulled in the slightest by sleep deprivation, for once unmasked by his glasses.

'You don't need to be. I mean, in a way I kind of wanted you to hear.'

'Hmm?'

'Well, it said a lot of things, things that I couldn't say to your face normally.' He seemed to be deep in thought, as if he was replaying the words of the song. 'I mean, it's really difficult for me to know what's going on here, but I think...'

'Miah?'

'Yeah?'

'Shh,' he said, leaning in towards me, his lips coming into contact with mine before I even knew what was going on.

The world stopped. I swear, it actually did. In that moment, time itself slowed to a standstill. The second I felt his lips brush against mine, nothing existed for me but just that. I didn't feel the cold or the ache in my limbs, just the feel of his lips against mine and his arms sliding around my waist, pulling me just that little bit closer to him. It was if I was actually watching from behind myself as we kissed, I felt that detached from the rest of the world, but I was definitely feeling the kiss!

If I thought my heart was beating fast last night when this almost happened, it was going like a steam hammer now, threatening to burst out of my chest, but not with anxiety or nervousness, but with happiness. It hurt me to do it, but I pulled away, feeling him tense up as I did, looking alarmed.

'Miah, what's up?'

'Nothing. I just never thought you'd do that.'

'Why not?'

'Cause I didn't think you really felt the same way.'

'How could I not?' And with that he captured my lips with his own again, his tongue sliding in between my lips, massaging my own tongue softly, over and over. When our lips parted, we were just gazed into each others' eyes for a minute that seemed like an hour, his hand resting on my cheek, stroking it softly. 'Miah... ' he murmured, reflectively.

'Yeah?'

'You need to shave,' he said with a little smile.

'Bite me, Potter,' I grinned back, running my fingers over my chin, rubbing up against the little bit of bristle there.

'Maybe later. But first, we need to get dressed and get to lessons, before everyone starts wondering where we are.'

'What about breakfast?'

'I think we missed that.'

I hate being hungry at the beginning of the day, it really doesn't help, especially as the first lesson of the day was Potions. But at that point, for some reason or other, I couldn't care less.