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A.N. I don't know, you might not be this nerdy... not that I have anything against nerds, I'm one myself... but you can actually take Harry Potter 5 and read along with my story. I made sure that all my facts were straight and everything! :)
I had to find an excuse to break up with Dean. I now knew who I truly loved, and it wasn't him.
When Hermione told me to give up on Harry and move on, I took her advice. But what I had felt around Michael and Dean was nothing compared to how I felt around Harry. Enven if he didn't feel the same way about me, I still know that I owed it to Dean to not let him continue to think that I liked him.
"Quid agis," I said to the Fat Lady and she swung forward, revealing an extremely happy-looking Harry. As he climbed out of the portrait hole, his arm brushed up against mine, sending electricity through my whole body, and Dean tried to help me through the portrait hole. It was at that moment that I knew what I had to do.
"Don't push me, please, Dean" I said, sounding a little more annoyed than I meant to. "You're always doing that, I can get through perfectly well on my own…"
Dean looked taken aback. I had never really exploded at him like that.
"Well, I didn't know that, little Miss Independent," Dean retorted, but didn't remove his hand from my back.
I took a deep breath and removed Dean's hand from my back and held it in both of mine.
"Dean," I started, guilt pulling at my insides. "I think that it's time that we break up. I'm sorry."
I truly was sorry, he was a really good guy, but he wasn't the one for me.
Dean's jaw was set tight. His lips thin, he nodded and tore his hand out of mine and went up to his dormitory.
After the Quiditch match
I couldn't believe that we had won. After we had heard that Harry had to go to detention during the match, the whole team had pretty much accepted defeat. But we won. We had won the Quiditch Cup, which Ron was now holding over his head in triumph.
The portrait hole opened, and several people pulled in a confused-looking Harry. My heart leapt as I saw his face.
"We won!" Ron yelled, showing Harry the Cup as if it was the most treasured jewel in the world. "We won! Four hundred and fifty points to a hundred and forty! We won!"
Harry smiled so widely that his smile was almost too big for his face. Before I could stop myself, I ran up to him and hugged him.
He returned the hug, and it felt like a thousand bats were trying to escape from my stomach. Just as I thought that this day couldn't get any better, he pulled me into a kiss.
It felt so right to be this close to him. It didn't matter to me that the whole common room was staring at us, Professor McGonagall could have been peering down at us from a foot away and I wouldn't have cared. What felt like too soon Harry broke away from me, his eyes searching the crowd behind me. I followed his gaze and saw Ron, which had a very comical look on his face, but after he recovered from shock he gave a tiny nod to Harry that I guess Harry took as permission. He gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole, and as I climbed through, I knew that I was not only walked out into the hallway, but into the beginning of Harry and my forever.