Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the opening quote.

AN: Sorry for such a long wait. I have no good excuses. Hopefully by updating now, I can reach a new fanbase because quite frankly, I didn't have much of one before...(no offense to my previous readers, I still love you guys for your support!!) Anyway, please review and let me know if it is worth continuing. Enjoy!

Do what you judge to be beautiful and honest, though you acquire no glory from it.


February 13th, 3 years AH

And so Christmas has come and gone. No velvet box for me. Instead, Ron got me a wand cleaning kit. It was thoughtful because coming up with Counter Curses can be quite messy, but it is not something you get your girlfriend of almost three years. I, on the other hand, got him tickets to five Quidditch games. Life can be so unfair.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, a day that I should be happy and in love. However, I most likely will not be. All because of my big fat mouth.

Harry came over today and asked my advice on something. He wanted to know if I thought Caitlin would say yes if he proposed. I know my heart stood still and I held my breath as I thought about what I should say. I knew Caitlin would say yes, how could she not, it is Harry Potter. But I also knew that Caitlin wouldn't make Harry happy years down the road. She's to self-centered, although she hides it well.

I held my breath for so long that I stupidly passed out. I came to with Harry's worried face hovering inches above mine. It took all of my will power not to find out how good those lips felt after years of fantasizing about them…

I took control of my hormones, which had been raging like a teenager's, and sat up. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I then turned to Harry and gave him my honest answer. I told him that I didn't think Caitlin was the one for him and that I thought she was a glory chaser.

Why, oh why was I so stupid? Harry blew up and stormed out of the apartment leaving me alone to cry.

Ron came home to find me curled up on the couch, rocking myself back and forth as I cried. He rushed over to try and comfort me, but it was no use; I was inconsolable.

I just lay on the couch all night like some girl who had just broken up with her first boyfriend. Finally Ron said he was going to bed and reminded me to dress up tomorrow. Apparently he made dinner reservations for the four of us. That's right: four of us; Ron, me, Caitlin…and Harry.

He probably hates me right now. I know I hate myself for following Pythagoras's imbecilic quote. I don't care if I receive glory from something or not; I just don't want to lose my one true friend…