A/N: This is for the winner of the week 4 challenge, Prim in the afterlife. If you don't know what this challenge is I'm talking about, no worries. Just read and review.

I don't own HP.

(No, I did not forget to mention the winner.)

New Year

It was 31 December. The New Year was only minutes away, and Harry felt extremely awkward. Everywhere he looked, couples were embracing, dancing closely, kissing… Not that is bothered him, per se, he just wasn't used to numerous counts of public display of affection. The worst cases he'd ever seen were Bill and Fleur and Ron and Lavender. He shuddered – those were displays he'd never heal from. He was mentally scarred for possibly the remained of his life. He wondered if Hermione would obliviate him… then again, she was snuggly sitting in Ron's lap, who had an arm around her waist as they laughed about something.

Harry sighed – ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, he'd been feeling a lot lonelier. He never fixed things with Ginny, causing her to give up on him, for real. Truth be told, he wasn't entirely interested in fixing things with her.

A year of running, hiding and camping had changed him. Plus, sharing your mind with the prime antagonist had its cons. In actuality, there were no pros, only cons.

"Are you all right?" A tender voice asked him. He jumped as a hand was laid on his shoulder. He wheeled around, finding a face he never thought he'd lay eyes one again.

"I'm fine." He answered.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to frighten you…"

"You didn't, I was simply… surprised."

"In that case…" She smiled. "Mind if I join you?"

Harry didn't exactly have a choice. He nodded stiffly and turned back to the railing he'd been leaning on. She took her place next to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry watched her. She wore a dark traveling cloak, it covered her attire entirely. She looked at the stars above, a slight smile on her lips.

"Do you always come?" She asked.

"I try to. To honour those that passed away." He said, glancing around at the Great Hall. Every New Year they held a celebration at the school. Most students were at home celebrating Christmas, thus McGonagall had given them permission to use the Great Hall to both mourn and rejoice.

"Why don't you say they were murdered?" She asked boldly.

"Euphemism, Parkinson."

"I'm sorry."

It came unexpected as Harry started.

"For what?"

"Wanting to give you up that day. I only realised my error later. I apologize."

"What do you mean you realised your error?"

"I mean that I saw the Dark Lord for what he was, and that he was a deluded fool. Much like I myself was." She laughed a throaty laugh. "I don't expect you to forgive me, Potter. But I felt that I should tell you."

"Did you fight?"

"Yes. I'm in no way cowardly. Or, say rather after the shells fell from my eyes I wasn't. I would've made Godric Gryffindor proud."

"And not Salazar Slytherin?"

"What makes you think I'd care about his opinion?"

Harry laughed at the expression on her face. Disbelief.

"You amaze me, Parkinson."

She grinned cheekily.

"That was the general idea."

The large clock began to chime; signalling only seconds of the current year was left.


"Times have changed, Potter."


"As have people." He replied.


"Everyone deserves a second chance."


"Or a first."


"What are you insinuating, Potter?"


"Call me Harry."


"Only if you refer to me as Pansy."


"Happy New Year, Pansy." Harry grinned, leaning down.


"Happy New Year, Potter." She replied breathlessly, tilting her head to accommodate his.

As the last Ding! Sounded, their lips met.

. . .

A/N: Congratulations to Batmarcus for winning week 4!