Elizabeth quietly opened the front door; the house was silent and dark. She was careful to hold the keys so they didn't jingle. She took off her sandals and quietly made her way up the stairs. The bedroom door was propped open and light streamed through, casting a ray of gold/yellow light onto the hallway carpet. Elizabeth stood just outside the door, listening. She heard pages turning. Elizabeth slowed her breathing and gently pushed open the door.

"Hey." Elizabeth greeted Harry quietly. He lay in the bed, propped up with pillows, and reading the Daily Prophet. He grinned.

"You're back early. How was it?"

Elizabeth feigned exhaustion, "Ridiculous, Addison drank her weight and I had to get her home… Definitely not the best night out!"

Harry chuckled as Elizabeth tossed her clutch and shoes at him, "It's not funny! How was your day?" She called from the closet as she undressed.

"Fine. A pretty slow day, Ron says 'hi'."

Elizabeth smiled, "You saw him today?"

"We had lunch."

Elizabeth pulled on a pair of shorts and one of Harry's old Tee-Shirts.

"I saw your work at the museum today, very subtle." Elizabeth said as she climbed into bed.

"That's nothing; I was doing a favor for one of the guys."

"Well, it was a very fine favor." Elizabeth climbed under the covers.

Harry chuckled, "The paper's been pretty quiet lately."

"Isn't that good?" Elizabeth yawned.

"It can be…"

She rolled over, placing one hand on Harry's arm, "But it's not this time?"

"It's too soon to tell. You'll be careful, though?"

"What? You don't think your muggle girlfriend can take care of herself?" Elizabeth laughed sleepily before playfully punching him in the arm.

"Is there a fly in the room? I think it just bumped into my arm…" Harry laughed and Elizabeth pretended to pout before she rolled over and began to drift off.

But it was not just before she fell asleep did she realize she had never told Edward where she lived, yet he drove her home without asking for directions or even her address…

The next morning, Elizabeth awoke to find a note on the pillow next to her, along with a small daisy.

Urgent call, be back later.
Hope you had sweet dreams.
Love- Harry

She tossed the note onto her nightstand and grabbed a robe from her closet. She stood still; her head spinning. She felt the events of last night slam into her. Her hand flew to her forehead.

"Oh!" She needed something, some clue that she hadn't imagined this spectacular stranger, this man whose skin glowed and his eyes captivated. She ran down the stairs, her robe flying behind her. She threw open the front door and hurried to the car. She went to open the door, but the locks held them shut. She gave one angst filled kick before she punched in the code on the door handle, unlocking the car. She dove inside, searching under seats. She wrenched open the glove compartment and scattered papers.

She checked in between seats. Finally, she collapsed and sat back in the driver's seat. She was disgusted by her hysterical behavior over some strange man. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them she noticed a small note taped to the steering wheel.

She laughed gently and opened the paper.

Elizabeth-
I had a wonderful time last night. I hope we may do it again soon.
294-3821

Elizabeth read the note over and over, until she had memorized the number. She held the paper tight in her fist as she jogged back inside. She knew it was wrong, but she searched for a hiding place for this note. She didn't quite understand why she felt the need to keep this a secret from Harry, but she was going to try.

She settled for a shoe box in her closet.

Elizabeth checked the time: 10:37.

Was it too early to call? Should she wait the allotted time usually given to schedule a second date? But, then again…it wasn't a date, per say. Just a friendly gathering, if it was Addison she was calling, she wouldn't hesitate. But, she wasn't calling Addison, she was calling… "Edward."

Elizabeth felt her stomach flip when she said his name and she instantly felt guilty. Had she felt this way the first time she had met Harry? No… but those were different circumstances… Elizabeth sighed and dropped onto her bed. She rubbed her closed eyes with her thumbs, seeing spots.

The phone rang and Elizabeth jumped, nearly falling as she snatched the phone up.

"Hello?" Elizabeth answered breathlessly, her heart pounding.

"Hey! Did you sleep well?"

Elizabeth felt her heart catch, her breathing steady, it was only Harry.

"Yes, how's work?"

"Are you okay? You sound…" Disappointed? Confused? Flustered? Yes.

"I'm fine. I just… never mind. When are you coming back? Did you eat breakfast?"

"I should be done in an hour. No I didn't, I might pick something up. Do you want anything?"

"I can just make something."

"Great!" She could hear the smile in his voice.

"See you soon?"

"I love you."

Elizabeth paused, "I love you too."

Elizabeth walked to her closet, pulling on jeans and a tank-top. She pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. She pulled on a large hoodie-jacket and walked down to the kitchen. She rummaged in the refrigerator, then in the cabinets, and then checked the contents on the counter. She opened the bread box and extracted two pieces of bread. Elizabeth placed them in the toaster, setting the time to one minute.

She then turned to the refrigerator and pulled out two eggs, and cooked them sunny-side-up. She sprinkled them with pepper and slipped them onto a plate. The toast sat, already done.

Elizabeth dropped the toast on the plates and reached into the refrigerator for the strawberries. She sliced them into halves and placed handfuls next to the toast. She balanced the plates and carried them to the table.

She walked back into the kitchen and poured two mugs of hot tea. She carried them back to the table and sat down.

She lifted her fork and speared a strawberry. The fruit was inches from her lips when a loud pop sounded above, from her bedroom.

She dropped the fork and stood up.

"Harry?"

"One second!" He called, his voice muffled.

Elizabeth sighed, relieved and sat back down.

"Hey, it smells good!" He blew past her and dropped into his seat.

He shoveled the strawberries into his mouth, "Sho, choo have anyching to do today?"

Elizabeth smiled weakly, "No, do you have anything you want to do?"

He swallowed and smiled, "Maybe you want to go out?"

"Ah, no. It's so cloudy, and it looks like it could rain."

Harry frowned, "I thought maybe a quick stroll through a park…" Elizabeth smirked at his pout, "Fine. I'll get dressed after we eat, then."