The rest of winter holidays with Harry went great. I tried to spend as much time with him as I could, but it was still a little awkward. We had been back at Hogwarts for a month now. Harry and I are still just friends, though our relationship has gotten much better. He's more comfortable around me, now. He's even taken to hugging me every now and then.

I was right about how the others would react when I told them about waiting for Harry. Pansy was shocked. For a week she gushed about how I was in love with Harry and how cute it was. I like Harry. A lot. But, I don't think I can go so far as to say that I love the boy just yet. But of course, Pansy won't listen. I swear girls turn into monsters when it comes to love. Theo and Blaise kept pushing me to spend time with Harry. Sometimes they went so far as to abandon me when Harry passes by. Those two know something. Harry told Blaise something when they talked and he told Theo. I'm pretty sure Harry didn't tell me everything he told Blaise. I've tried to weasel it out of the two boys but their lips were sealed. Pansy seems to know, too, but she was too caught up in the idea of love to really be any help.

Ron and Hermione were speaking to me again. Ron gave me the third degree for a couple of weeks but Harry seemed to talk him out of it. I was grateful. I've never been so afraid of Ron hurting me before. When I used to tease him, he never acted like that. The only other time he's ever tried to hurt me was when I called Hermione a mudblood. I guess hurting his friends is like a signing a death wish with him.

I looked up to see that our professor was still droning on about the elf and troll wars from like a thousand years ago. I hate History of Magic. It always put me to sleep. Or, maybe it was just the teacher, I don't know. I suppressed a yawn and tried to keep myself awake. I glanced around the room. Pansy was flipping through a magazine that was on her lap. Theo was doing his homework for the next class, and Blaise was doodling on a piece of parchment. Millicent was reading the magazine with Pansy and Crabbe and Goyle were asleep in the back, but what else do you expect from those two. It's a little surprising they've made it this far without having to repeat a year.

We had this class with Gryffindors, so I decided to stare at them for a change. Hermione was the only one who seemed to be paying attention the lecture. Longbottom looked like he was trying to take notes, but every now and then you could see his head fall forward then shoot back up again while he tried to keep himself awake. Weasely was snoring quietly with his head on his arms. The two other Gryffindor girls were passing notes back and forth. Thomas was busy writing something, but I highly doubt it were notes. And Finnegan was staring out the window.

I shook my head and tried not to laugh. The Gryffindors really were a boring bunch. So I turned my attention to the only Gryffindor who really mattered to me: Harry. He was asleep like Ron was. His head was rested on his arms and his hair fell in front of his face. He'll need a haircut soon. He looked so relaxed and peaceful. I noticed him twitching a little. Was he having a bad dream?

His eyes opened slowly and he yawned, rubbing his eyes with his fists. He looked cute like that. He stretched and looked around him. He didn't seem to find anything interesting because he rested his head on his arms again, probably to go back to sleep. That's when he noticed me staring at him from the other side of the room.

He smiled at me then reached down to search through his bag. What was he doing? He found a small scrap of parchment and wrote something on it. He looked up to see that the teacher wasn't looking at him and pulled his wand out of his robes to spell the parchment to get to me. I took the note as soon as it was within reach. Blaise shot me an amused look but I only glared at him.

I unfolded the note. It only had one question on it: Want to have lunch together?

I turned to Harry, who had his head back on his arms, and nodded. He grinned at me then shut his eyes, going back to sleep. I suddenly felt so awake. Although Harry and I spend lots of time together, this was the first time he asked me to anything. It had always been me who invited him to do things.

After class ended, I walked over to where the Gryffindors were seated. Hermione was trying to wake up Ron. She looked up and glanced at Harry, asking me to wake him up. I smiled and started shaking the smaller boy. "Harry, wake up, class ended."

"Huh?" Harry said groggily, opening his eyes and sitting up to stretch. He looked around and noticed that most of the class was gone. He grabbed his books and put them into his bag. I looked over at Hermione who was shaking Ron furiously. I shook my head and chuckled. I felt bad for her.

"Hey 'Mione, me and Draco are going to go now, alright?" Harry told her, already heading for the door. I saw Hermione nod and pull out her wand. I was already out the door when I heard Ron's surprised yelp. I wonder what she did to him. Harry grinned and told me that Hermione probably conjured ice water to wet him with. She's done it before. We walked into the Great Hall in silence. We grabbed some food and went to the lake to eat.

I sat down and leaned against a tree, Harry sitting next to me. I took one of my sandwiches and started to take a bite out of it. Harry did the same. Neither of us talked for a while. I felt something brush against my pinky and looked down. Harry's hand had moved closer to mine and now our pinkies were touching. I moved my hand a little closer until it was on top of his. Harry glanced at me briefly before going back to his food. I took that as a good thing and interlaced our fingers. I thought I saw a smile on his face, but he took another bite of food so I couldn't be too sure. I felt a pressure in my hands and my eyebrows shot up. Did Harry just squeeze my hand?

"What?" Harry asked. I blushed and turned away at being caught staring. I heard a small chuckle coming from Harry.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just never saw you this jumpy before."

"I'm not jumpy!" I argued. How dare he call me jumpy? I wasn't jumpy, was I?

"I don't mean it to upset you," Harry laughed, holding up his hand that I wasn't holding defensively. "I'm just saying that you're usually so calm and collected, you know? You've been different lately. And Blaise and Theo and Pansy all say that its not normal for you to behave like this."

"What have Blaise and Theo been telling you?" Blaise and Theo may be conspiring against me and keeping stuff from me, but Harry might be able to tell me what those two know.

"Nothing," Harry replied a little too quickly for my liking. He was hiding something from me. I knew him enough to know he was a horrible liar.

"Harry, tell me," I said firmly. Harry only stuck his tongue out at me and shook his head no. I growled and let go of his hand. I saw something flash in Harry's eyes and suddenly, all the childish teasing was gone. He looked like was about to apologize; he needs to work on not feeling so bad all the time. I had to hide a smile at how cute he looked. He moved closer to me but I turned away from him.

Harry kneeled behind me and tried to get me to look at him. I shifted around so I wouldn't' have to face him. I waited until my back was leaning against his chest. Then I turned around as fast as I could and started tickling him.

"No fair!" Harry shouted between laughs. But I didn't stop. I smirked down at him. He was red in the face from laughing so much. He laughed and leaned forward, bracing himself on me while he tried to catch his breath. He didn't seem to realize that our faces were only inches apart.

I stared down at Harry. His eyes were still shining with laughter. His lips were parted slightly as he tried to catch his breath, and his cheeks were still tinged with pink from all the laughter. And then I moved without thinking. I couldn't help myself; he just looked so…kissable. The next thing I knew, my lips were on his. They were softer than I remembered.

I wasn't sure how long the kiss lasted, but Harry was the one who broke it. He pulled away, looking more flushed, his eyes slightly wide. I was feeling light headed again. I never thought I'd miss the light headed feeling I got from kissing him. The feeling went away when I suddenly realized what he did. Shit! He'll hate me again! I turned away, not wanting to see the anger in his eyes.

Instead of words of anger, I heard laughter. My eyebrows once again shot up to my hairline and I slowly turned back to face him. Harry was shaking with laughter. "What's so funny?"

"It's about time," Harry finally said, grinning up at me.

"Huh?" about time? What was he going on about?

"I was starting to wonder if you'd ever realize that I wanted to be more than friends again," Harry explained.

"I thought you needed space?"

"I did," Harry shrugged. "For like a day. But I didn't want to be the one to approach you. I wanted you to do it so I can tell that you really did want to be with me. I even told Blaise and the others to let you figure it out on your own."

"So that's why they've been pushing me to you more than ever!" It all made sense to me now.

"Yeah," Harry laughed. "I didn't think you'd take this long. Now, I have to go find Blaise."


"Well, Blaise started a bet to see when you'll finally make a move on me. I just won myself twenty galleons." Harry grinned.

I grabbed his hand and stopped him from standing up. He almost fell over but I held him tight and pulled him onto my lap. I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine once more. After what felt like hours, we finally pulled away. Damn us for needed to breathe.

"You know," I said, wrapping my arms tighter around his waist and placing my forehead on his shoulder. "This whole experience stopped me from wanting to take bets."

"That's good," I felt Harry rest his head against mine.

"But Blaise needs to learn how to stop before he gets a gambling problem." Ideas started forming in my head for a way to get back at Blaise for doing this to me. "I bet if we did to him what he did to me, he'll stop for good."

"Hmm… You know, Seamus has a crush on Blaise. And I've noticed the way Blaise looks at him sometimes."

I smirked at this piece of information. Blaise was going to get a taste of his own medicine. I lifted my head and shared a mischievous grin with Harry before our lips were locked together once again.

The end.

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