Harry And Draco Chronicles

Chapter 8: What About Ginny?

The air was cold on that drizzly February day and the window to the seventh-year Gryffindor boys' dorm was frosted over with a thin glaze of ice that had begun to form there some days earlier. Resting on his bed, the covers pulled up to his chin, was Harry. Looking gaunt and weak as he slept, he muttered incoherently every now and then, and tossed about on the bed. His breathing was erratic and jetted out in a muffled pant, due to the pain he was still suffering from his past battle.

It had been a great melee indeed, taking place just when Draco had forecast: during the Christmas break. But the young man had somehow managed to stay alive, despite being outnumbered. The scene that was left behind was gruesome indeed, with bodies laying here and there on the platform. The Ministry was now working overtime to erase images of that battle from the minds of the dozens of Muggles who unfortunately happened to be present at King's Cross Station on that day.

After Voldemort had fallen to the ground, his body motionless, the Death Eaters had run from the seen. However Pettigrew, seeing that he had nowhere else to go now that his protector had been killed, turned himself to the authorities. He proved very useful to the Ministry, as he was able to tell them the whereabouts of the other Death Eaters - after he was promised by Fudge he would not be thrown in Azkaban, of course. Pettigrew also provided valuable information that proved Sirius Black's innocent, which finally enabled the man to come out of hiding for the first time in years.

Nearly all of the men who participated in the attack that day were caught, except for Lucious Malfoy, who had escaped to his manor with his arm and one side of his belly wounded, causing his wife to faint at the sight of him - his son, happy to see that his father was still alive, was even more inwardly relieved to hear that Harry had not been killed. Authur Weasley had been devastated when he heard Pettigrew was unable to give any credible evidence linking Malfoy to the battle. And a raid on Malfoy Manor proved unsuccessful, as they could not find any incriminating evidence to convict him of any crimes. When questioned about his injuries though, Lucious claimed he received them while playing Quidditch with his son.

And now Harry lay, battered and bruised, his body weak, only allowing him enough energy to go to the restrooms. He had done nothing but sleep since Dumbledore had found his body on that platform, barely moving. Nearly two months was he in the hospital wing, under the care of Madam Pomfrey, who administered as much medicine as possible to keep him alive.

One by one, close friends and loved ones - except the Dursleys of course, who had decided to send their condolences through a poorly constructed card - had come to his bedside, muttering prayers into his ear, hoping the sound of their voice, or a gentle touch on the hand would awaken him. Sirius had been hit the most by his godson's injuries, causing him to repeatedly come to the school and refusing to leave Harry's side, until Madam Pomfrey was forced to have trolls guard the entrance of the hospital wing.

When Harry had finally awoken from his coma, many thought it was due to the midnight vigil all four houses - one house had to be forced to participate - held for the young man on the eve of his awakening. Still dreary, his eyes dark and pupils large and glassed over, he was finally deemed ready to leave the confines of the hospital wing and return to his dorm, although he was excused from classes - "That he saved the lives of the entire wizarding world," said Dumbledore, "is enough to allow him a break from his school work until he gets better."

Now in the dorms, Harry was guarded by Ron, who limited certain people's - especially the first years, who tended to get overly excited when around the ailing boy - access to the young man. Ron's brown eyes were focused on his friend, detecting any slight change in his breathing pattern so he could report it to Madam Pomfrey, who'll be stopping by later that day to check up on Harry.

He sat on his bed, looking over his friend, and also helping himself to the many chocolate treats and candies that were piled around Harry's bed, all of them gifts from concerned students, and others in the wizarding community. He looked down at his mattress and picked up one of the many chocolate frog containers lying there and opened them. His head swiveled to the left when he heard footsteps approaching. "Listen Justin, you can't come in here anymore," he said, before he had seen the person enter the dorm, "you make too much noise and might wake--" He stopped talking when he saw that the person in question was not the Hufflepuff who had already sneaked into Gryffindor Tower four times that morning - obviously let in by the Fat Lady, who seemed to swing to any student who showed enough grief on their face.

The person now standing in the entryway was Ginny, holding a small bouquet of flowers in her trembling hands, that she had bought in Hogsmeade that weekend - the only one left at the Forever Fresh Flower Shop, as all the other bouquets have already been send to the ailing green-eyed boy and were now stored in the numerous abandoned rooms in the castle.

"Put the flowers over there," said Ron, pointing to a corner of the room that was littered with other large and extravagant floral arrangements, "and then leave." He watched as Ginny walked to one end of the room and lowered her flower bouquet near the others. But she hesitated and pulled away.

She walked to Harry's nightstand, where there already stood a vase of violets. She looked down at the card accompanying the flowers and scowled. "That hypocrite," she muttered to herself. She forcefully pulled out Parvati's bouquet and tossed it at the other end of the room, watching it hit the wall. She turned around and observed the queer look her brother was now giving her. Ignoring his raised eyebrows, she placed her flowers in the vase.

Ginny's reaction to Parvati's gift was not out of place, considering the two young women had quarreled about Ginny's relationship with the green-eyed boy just before the Christmas holidays. As she, and all that were present in the common room to witness that heated discussion, was able to recall, the argument began when the other girl commented on how Harry could not possibly love her. Parvati then sited the fact that Harry was gay and still in love with Draco for her reasoning.

What happened next is an event that astonished many people in the dorm, especially those that considered the redheaded girl to be docile. Without any hesitation, Ginny had walked up to Parvati and slapped her across the face. Since then, the two girls had kept their distance from one another, only exchanging glares every now and then in the halls. Ginny sat on the bed next to Harry.

"I thought I told you to leave," Ron snapped, spitting half eaten jellybeans onto the front of his shirt in the process.

"I just want some time with him," she pleaded. Her eyes dropped down to Harry's face, as her hand traveled to where his arm lay underneath the covers. "Madam Pomfrey always chased me out of the hospital wing."

Ron looked down at his now messy shirt, gingerly picking off the bits and pieces of toffee and other sweets stuck to his clothes. "Didn't you get to see him last night?"

"Yeah, but everyone was crowding around him and I didn't get a chance to say anything. Plus, he went to bed early."

The Gryffindor students had thrown Harry a Welcome Home party the previous night, which was catered by the shops in Hogsmeade - all of them more than happy to show their gratitude to the young man. Word of the celebration had quickly spread around school, causing the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs to head to Gryffindor Tower. However the common room was not big enough to accomadate the massive amounts of students, causing the party to spill out into the adjoining halls. Professor McGonagall allowed the fete to continue till the wee hours of the morning, although the chattering and loud music was doing her head in.

"I wonder if it was a good idea to let him come back here," said Ginny. "He didn't look well last night at all." She remembered the exhausted expression on his face during the celebration and how he needed some assistance to make it up to the dorms.

"Of course it was a good idea." Ron was now at the foot of Harry's bed, wading through the boxes and packages, his eyes darting left to right for anything that resembled chocolate. "Dumbledore was right, Harry needs to be around his friends and those that love him."

With a handful of candy, the redheaded boy made his way back to his bed, where he had been sitting all night; the adrenaline from the party and the sugar coursing through his veins enabled him to continue functioning without any sleep.

Ginny began to stroke the sleeping boy's head. "I can't believe he was in the hospital wing for all those weeks. I was afraid he wasn't going to make it."

"Don't speak so loudly," said Ron, "he might hear. And how could you doubt his recovery? I had no doubt in my mind that he would be all right."

Ginny turned and looked at him in disbelief. "Really Ron? I saw your face when you heard he had been ambushed at King's Cross Station by You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters."

Ron looked down at his hands, trying heard to forget the day Dumbledore broke the news to them.

Ginny's fingers wrapped themselves around Harry's hair. "I still don't know why he even went home for Christmas. Why didn't he just stay here with us?"

"His uncle died."

"I didn't know that. Why didn't he say anything?"

"Only Hermione and I knew. Anyway, Dumbledore was the one that convinced him to go home for the burial. I think he blames himself for Harry's attack." Ron looked around the room, his eyes resting on Dean, who was slumbering in his bed. He leaned forward and lowered his voice as he whispered, "Some people have been saying that Harry had expected the attack." He grabbed his sister's arm, pulling her closer to him. "I overheard Percy and Dad talking about the interrogation, and they said that Pettigrew suspected someone must have warned Harry about the attack. He said Harry knew a counter curse to all the spells You-Know-Who tried to use on him."

"So? Harry knows a lot of spells."

"But these were all Dark Magic spells, stuff the school doesn't teach, not even in Defense class."

"Did they say who they suspected?"

"No. They're still trying to think who it could be." Ron pulled away, but quickly took his sister's arm once more. "Don't repeat this to anyone." He then lay back on his bed. "You should hear some of the details of the fight. The Daily Prophet interviewed several witnesses and they said there was blood all over the platform from when Harry chopped off You-Know-Who's--"

"Ron," Ginny interjected, "I don't want to hear the gory details." She then closed her eyes, trying to get the images of the fight out of her mind. For months, she had been inundated by countless reports of decapitations.

"It's too bad they canceled the parade," said Ron, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I would like to have been on one of the floats."

"Why would you be on a float? Harry's the one that killed You-Know-Who. Not you."

"But I'm his trusty friend. I'm sure Fudge could have arranged for Hermione and I to have our own little floats."

"Wasn't last night's party enough? Anyway, I'm glad Dumbledore canceled the parade. All of that excitement would have been too much for Harry to take. I'm surprised the school let us have that homecoming party for him to begin with." Ginny began to run her fingers down Harry's bare chest. His skin was smooth; devout of any cuts and bruises. The only scar that remained was his lightning bolt. "Snape did a good job with the cuts. I can't even detect them."

Ron rolled his eyes. "You think he did it out of the goodness of his heart? He only made that potion because Dumbledore ordered him to do so." He stopped eating his candy and eyed the way his sister caressed Harry's skin. "Careful. You might hurt him. You know he still suffers from chest pains. The poison that was on Voldemort's knife is still running through his body."

Ginny quickly pulled her hands away. However, she was unable to keep from touching him for very long and brought her fingers to his face, rubbing his cheek. A smile began to spread on her lips. But that was short-lived, as other devastating thoughts entered her mind. "Do you think what Parvati said about him is true?"

"What?" asked Ron, with a mouthful of chocolate.

"That he's gay."

Ron made a weird noise in the back of his throat, as if he was choking. His face grew pale and he gulped hard on his last piece of candy. "How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"You're his friend. Don't you guys talk about this sort of thing?"

"Absolutely not," Ron nearly shouted, getting to his feet in the process. "What or who he does in private is none of my damn business." He sat back down again and looked towards the doorway.

"I know it upsets you to think about it," said Ginny, in a soft voice, "but I really need to know the--"

"Will you please stop? This subject is really making me feel uncomfortable." Ron was now facing her, his eyes narrowed as his nostrils flared. He glanced down at his feet, eyeing all the candy that had fallen onto the floor. He knelt down and began to pick them up, all the while glancing at his sister. "Don't worry about it. I think that whole Malfoy thing..." He paused and made a face, as if he was going to vomit. "That whole affair was just a short fling. And why the hell are you listening to Parvati for? She's just jealous because you guys are dating."

Ginny lowered her head, thinking how Parvati was not the only girl in the school who seemed somewhat envious of her relationship with the green-eyed boy. Although Harry was oblivious to them, Ginny always noticed the glares the other girls gave her when they made their way down the halls hand in hand. Aside from Dean, who had gotten more attention from the opposite sex due to his handsome features, Harry was a much sought-after commodity in the school. She even noticed some of the Slytherin girls glancing at him every now and then - although they would never admit it in public.

"You're right," Ginny said, "she probably wishes she was in my place." She flashed her brother a smile, thinking how encouraging he was being at that moment. But that smile was all for nothing, as he was not even looking at her; he was far too busy taking inventory of the sweets now resting in his lap.

She glanced down at Harry once more, eyeing the calm way he was slumbering. As she took a deep breath, she still couldn't rid herself of the lingering thoughts that he could somehow still have feelings for Malfoy. It seemed to her that the two boys' relationship had been a short one, much too short for them to form a lasting bond, but she was unsure; whenever she tried to question Harry about how and when he and Draco had gotten together, she was always greeted with silence and narrowed eyes. No matter his attachments to the other boy, she told herself that he loved only her. He was always very sweet to her; buying her gifts out of the blue and wearing his necklace, despite the teasing he received from Ron - who never failed to place his hand over his mouth and laugh every time he saw that gold chain glittering around Harry's neck.

However, she sometimes wished Harry were more demonstrative with his affections; for she was always the one initiating the physical contact between them, such as grabbing his hand or throwing her arms around him in a hug.

Her eyes lowered and became downcast as she thought of how withdrawn he had grown since the start of the school year. But she shook her head, attributing his actions to being preoccupied with Voldemort. But since the Dark Lord will no longer be a threat in his life, she supposed their relationship would improve.

Ginny was in the process of reaching towards him and lightly touching his brow, when a chiming noise brought her attention to his nightstand. Behind the vase and near the endless candy wrappers, she saw the watch that was producing the sounds. She picked up the silver trinket for the first time ever - Harry had religiously guarded his watch, not letting anyone see, nonetheless touch it. He always carried it with him, taking it out of his pocket every now and then to stroke it with his fingers when he thought no one was looking.

"Ron," she said, holding the watch up to her brother by the chain, "has Harry ever shown you this?"

Ron quickly glanced at the instrument. "Will you please put that away? You know how he feels about anyone messing with his things." That said, the redhead couldn't resist reaching out and letting his fingers run along the watch, as he had never seen it up close before. "It's funny," he said, "when Harry awoke, the only thing he cared about was this watch. Dumbledore and some of the other teachers went back to the station looking for it. They finally found it on the train trac--" He stopped talking and leaned forward. "The watch makers made a mistake with Harry's initials. They wrote `HD' instead of `HP.'

Ginny brought the watch close to her face and inspected it. "I wonder why Harry," she said, her fingers prying open the lid of the watch, which had just stopped chiming, "never said anything about--" She immediately paused when her eyes gazed over the inscription on the inside of the lid. The heartfelt dedication was definitely not something one would write to their godson; the sentimentality resembled something exchanged by two lovers. Ginny's eyes grew wide, as she looked at the watch and then down at the slumbering young man next to her.

She then dropped her gaze to the floor and put the shiny instrument back on the nightstand. "Only Malfoy," she muttered under her breath, her tone becoming harsh as she said the blond's name, "could afford something like this."

"What did you say?" asked Ron. Ginny did not respond, only keeping her eyes lowered. After a moment of heavy silence, Ron got up from his bed. "I'm going down to breakfast." On his way to the door, he made sure to stop by Harry's bed and scoop up some more sweets for his journey to the Great Hall.

~*~*~

Harry had been awake for most of that morning, unable to sleep due to the noise of the students in the common room, who continued to party in his honor till three in the morning. He had finally gotten a few hours of sleep at around four in the morning, when everyone had finally gone to bed, or back to their respective houses. But that sleep had been unsettling to say the least as he was awoken nearly every hour by the presence of his redheaded friend, who sat on his bed the whole night, watching him. Even if Harry rolled over in his bed and faced the small window, he could still feel Ron's eyes on him. Additionally, the noise that Ron made with his mouth as he smacked his lips and loudly chewed on the various candies was very disturbing.

After the constant disturbance from the numerous visitors who would creep towards his bed to stare at him or cry on his shoulder - despite a tongue lashing from Ron - Harry gave up all hopes of sleeping. As if he could sleep soundly to begin with. Every time he closed his eyes, he was swept away into a nightmare of sorts, as he was forced to relive that horrible December day over and over again in his mind.

Not wanting to engage anyone in conversation, Harry had kept his eyes shut, as he feigned sleep. This act was easy to do when there was only Ron and a sleeping Dean in the room, but it had gotten arduous when Ginny entered the scene. He had to work hard to not made a reaction or move then Ginny and her brother began talking about him, especially his sexuality.

His heart had been pounding when he saw her inspect the watch and read the inscription, knowing her fast mind would be able to quickly put the pieces of the puzzle together and figure out who sent him the gift. The same quickness remained in his heart as he now found himself alone with her, as she stared down at him. He tried not to move or make any noise, but he soon abandoned that tactic and decided it was now time for him to wake up. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring up at her face.

"I'm sorry," she said in a soft voice, "I didn't mean to wake you."

Harry shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, as it had become incredibly difficult for him to speak. But he cleared his throat and said in a hoarse and scratchy voice, "It's okay."

He moved back in the bed when he felt her fingers touch his face. Months ago, that touch would have been eagerly welcomed, as he was in great need of physical contact; but now, her fingers made him feel uncomfortable as they traced along his skin, her nails barely touching him.

They did not say another word to one another for a long time after that, as she continued to touch him, her hands running up and down his chest and then up to his face again.

"I really missed you," she finally said. "I didn't think I would see you again. When father told me about the attack--" She brought her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes. She lowered her head, as a hot tear trickled down her cheek and fell onto the bed.

Harry brought his arm around her waist and pulled her into his body. She nearly collapsed on top of him as she became overwhelmed by her emotions. He didn't utter a word, merely moving his hand up and down on her back as she cried on his shoulder.

"I tried to visit you in the hospital wing," she managed to say, "but I wasn't allowed in. So I sent messages through Sirius." She sat up and looked down at him with red eyes.

"Yes, I know. I remember Sirius telling me how worried you were and how much you cared for me." Although the cut on the corner of his lip had not completely healed yet, Harry managed to force a smile onto his face.

"Are you still in a lot of pain?" she asked, having now completely gotten herself under control.

"A little. My chest still aches once in a while but it's not as bad as bef--" He stopped talking when he heard the watch chiming, signaling is was now half past nine in the morning.

Ginny too glanced over at the nightstand, her eyes resting on the gift. The peaceful and relieved expression on her face slowly began to harden, as she now narrowed her eyes at the silver trinket. Neither one of them said a word, but Harry could sense what she must have been thinking and feeling at that moment. He dared to look up at her for a second, before glancing away.

"Why didn't you tell me he sent you the present?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Harry continued to look out the window. "I don't know."

"Do you still love him?"

Harry turned to stare at her face, looking deep into those eyes that seemed to be longing for him to make a quick reply of `no.' But he turned his head once more and brought his gaze to the mountain of presents that had now taken over one part of the room. "I don't want to talk about this right now."

She brought her hand to his chest, splaying her fingers against his hot and bare skin. Harry winced a little when felt her hand press down on him. "We need to talk about this," she said, her voice a little tighter than usual. "I need to know what's going on with you two."

After some hesitation, Harry eventually said, "Before the attack, he was owling me almost everyday."

Draco had indeed been communicating to his estranged lover on a fairly regular basis since their late night rendezvous during the beginning of the school year. Every night, his owl would appear on the windowsill of Harry's dorm, carrying large packages containing thick books on Dark Magic and instructions on specific curses and counter curses to learn.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" she asked.

Harry leaned into the mattress and closed his eyes. He drew in a deep breath, before uttering, "Yes. I still love him."

Ginny pulled her hand away and remained silent for a long time, alternating from staring at him, to her hands and then towards Dean, who was now moving in his bed. Her dark eyes quickly darted back to Harry, as she narrowed her brows. "So you never loved me?"

Harry remained quiet. There were many things he could have said to her then. He wanted to confess that he indeed had feelings for her, although they were not love; but he felt anything he said at that moment would cause more damage to her already fragile state of mind. So he did not say a word.

Before he could do anything to stop her, he felt Ginny slide off of his bed and walk towards the staircase. He lifted his head off the pillow and tried to call after her, but his temples began to throb and the pain in his chest increased, forcing him back onto the bed.

~*~*~

As Harry walked down the hall, he noticed that all eyes were on him. Over the past couple of years, the novelty of his fame and being The Boy Who Lived had worn off, as the other students began to see him as an ordinary young man. But now his celebrity had risen to a great crescendo, with students from other houses patting him on the back and congratulating him on a job well done. Unlike the previous time, when he had shunned away from the attention - which always made him feel uncomfortable, as he never thought he had accomplished anything great - he now enjoyed his newfound fame.

As he limped his way to Potions class, Harry felt someone touch him on the shoulder. He turned around and stared into Parvati's eyes.

"Do you want me to help you with your books?" she asked. Not waiting for an answer from him, she hurriedly took his schoolbooks from his hands and walked with him down the hall. A slight smile was now on her face as they passed many female students, half of whom where glaring at her. Noticing the envious looks, Parvati hooked her arm around Harry's.

This had become a daily occurrence in Harry's life; not a day would go by when someone did not offer to walk him to and from his classes, although he was now well enough to manage on his own. And when he got back to the dorms, he would be surrounded by a group of students, who always wanted him to tell them the events that took place on that bloody day. He of course never had to do much talking, as Ron would often take over the story, adding in a few lies in the process.

As they continued down the hall, Harry caught a glimpse of Ginny as she stood several feet away with Neville. She was facing the round-faced boy, and Harry couldn't help but observe the way Neville's hand was placed on her shoulder. He stopped walking and looked at them, eyeing the way they stared at one another. Neville soon caught his gaze for a brief instant, before glancing away, his face turning red. Harry turned his eyes to Ginny, who's face turned almost the same color as Neville's.

Harry managed to give her a smile, as he tried to convey he was not hurt by her transfer of affections. In actuality, he was a bit relieved to see she had found someone else. It had been weeks since they had last spoken to each other, and he knew she wouldn't wait forever for him to come around. Plus, he had small inklings of Neville's affections for her since the beginning of the year, as he would often notice the glances and looks the round-faced boy threw at his girlfriend. But Harry had been too preoccupied with his communication with Draco and preparing for the battle to pay much notice or - if he had to truthfully admit to himself - even care about them getting together. After their brief exchange, Harry made his way to class.

Potions that day was somewhat tamer than usual, seeing that there were so few Slytherins left in the school. The class would have been perfect, had it not been for the ever-present surly demeanor of Snape, who never showed any gratitude towards Harry whatsoever for killing Voldemort. The Potions master still glared at him at every chance he got, and seemed to show a cruel enjoyment in watching Neville struggle with his assignments.

~*~*~

Harry held onto the handrail as he made his way up the stairs to the dorms, feeling a little lightheaded after his Quidditch practice. Although the Quidditch season had been canceled at the beginning of the school year, when Dumbledore had deemed there were not enough Slytherins around to form an adequate team, Madam Hooch had let several of the Gryffindors fly around for nearly two hours for fun. Although advised not to go anywhere near a broom by Pomfrey, Harry couldn't keep from mounting his Firebolt and soaring through the air once more.

He was now regretting not listening to Pomfrey's warning, as his head was now pounding. About to toss himself onto his bed and get some well-needed sleep, Harry noticed there was a package on his pillow, which was wrapped in the same paper that his birthday present had been in.

He quickly swiveled his head and glanced out the window, watching as the dark eagle owl flew out of sight. Harry finally climbed onto his bed and lifted the package. His heart was now beating fast, as he had not heard from the blond since November. When he opened the package, an article from the Daily Prophet detailing his defeat of Voldemort fell onto his bed. Harry looked down at the publication, eyeing the moving picture of the townspeople in Hogsmeade as they danced in the streets under a sky of confetti and ribbons.

Underneath the article, he found a letter. He then lay back on his bed and brought the parchment to his face, eyeing the handwriting of his former lover. Harry now breathed a sigh of relief to know that his friend was doing well, as he had been worried about the blond's safety ever since he had awoken.

So immersed was he in reading the letter over and over again, that he failed to register that someone was now talking to him. He brought the letter down to his chest, and was startled to look up and find that Ginny was staring down at him.

"I didn't mean to distract you," she said in a weak voice.

"It's not a problem." He sat up on the bed so he could properly talk to her. The two stared at one another in silence, as they were suddenly feeling shy around each other again. Finally, Harry cleared his throat and said, "I really wanted to talk to you."

He glanced down at his hands for a long time afterwards, as he tried to find the right words that would convey what he was feeling. "I'm really sorry about what happened between us. I don't want you to think I never cared for you, because I did. It's just that my feelings were still with..." He stopped talking when he saw the way Ginny was now eyeing the green envelope on his bed.

Her eyes then traveled to the letter he held in his hands. Harry tried to moved the letter away, before she could see Draco's name, which was written all over the stationary.

"It's okay," she said, giving him an amused smile. "You don't have to explain yourself to me. I know you guys love each other and always will. This time apart has made me realize that." She reached down and touched his shoulder, allowing her fingers to run along his collarbone. She then glanced over her shoulder towards the door. "I've also found someone..."

Harry looked at the entryway and saw Neville's outline as he stood in the stairway, half hidden by the darkness.

"I'm heading to Hogsmeade," she said, "and wanted to know if you'd like to come with us."

Harry eyed Neville's figure once more before shaking his head. "I still feel a little dizzy from flying around. I think I need to stay here and rest."

She bent her head and brought her lips to the side of his face. "I'll bring you back some candy," she whispered in his ear. "I know Ron ate all the other sweets you had."

Harry watched as she pulled away and walked out the dorm with her new beau, before returning his attentions back to his letter.