Chapter 4

Love. Just one word to describe something that makes our universe a beautiful, whole place. It bounds two souls together for what seems as eternity. Love is a powerful thing, maybe even more so than the most powerful of incantations.

"Fear of a name increases fear of a thing itself"

P.O.V. of him: I stared into her bright blue eyes, as I felt my heart drop. She was beautiful, her hair tangled from restlessness, her makeup a bit smudged, but nonetheless perfect. For some reason, my heart has leaped for her, and I couldn't stop it. When I finally lifted her up, she smiled to me gently. "Good evening, Ron." I blushed and nodded, as I found words, which I immediately realized were bloody idiotic.

"It's bloody cold, eh?" I wanted to slap myself, but Stella just giggled gently and nodded. "It is. Why are you up?" When she finished her sentence, she locked eyes with me. I stuttered for a moment, "E-er... b-because I had a lot on my mind." She nodded intently, and replied, "I see. I wanted to get used to walking the halls of Hogwarts, and I also couldn't sleep." I looked down at my hands and fiddled with them until Stella brought up something interesting.

P.O.V. of Stella: It was incredibly awkward, especially because Ron decided to talk about the weather. I was almost speechless, until I thought of a good conversation, well, at least at the time it sounded fine. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Ron whipped his head up, and his cheeks turned a very dark shade of red. I could feel my cheeks heat up as well, and eventually Ron chuckled.

"Funny you asked, Stella. No, I don't, but I have a girl in mind. I may need help to ask her though." I felt my insides knot up when I realized that Ron wasn't interested in me, and he only wanted to use me for another girl.

"Well, I s-suppose I'll be happy to help. I-I have to go now." I could feel my bottom lip quivering slightly as I held back any form of tears. I tried to walk calmly away from Ron, but eventually broke into a run when I was out of sight. I balled up in a corner, and soon hot tears started flowing down my cold face. I was just about to break, when someone put a hand on my shoulder, and stopped me.

"Stella? Oh my gosh, are you okay?" I turn to see Harry looking at me, and I break out a tiny gasp. He smiles a bit, but goes back to being serious. "I'll sit by you. Was it that wretched Malfoy? He should stay away from you, that ignorant prick." I didn't have any idea who Malfoy was, but I smiled at Harry. "Thank you, my magical saviour." Harry laughed as he playfully shoved me.

"Harry, why are you up so early? It's nearly three o'clock." Harry shrugged and looked out the window of Hogwarts into the crystal clear sky with twinkling stars. He then mumbled, "I can't get my mind off of this person. They're so special and pretty, but I don't think I should like them." I look to him thoughtfully, and whisper, "Why not? If you love her, why don't you go for it?" Harry twiddles his fingers as he shrugs. "Because two other guys are into her too."

I frown, wishing I could be special like that girl, but I decide I want to make Harry happy, so I place a hand gently on his shoulder. "Harry Potter. You are special, unique, and brilliant. Every girl would love to be your girlfriend, so I'm sure if you ask her before those other two boys, she'll be bound to say yes. I believe in you, Harry." Harry seemed speechless, but then blushed, and sat there for a moment.

"You're right." He turns to me, his forest green eyes staring into mine. He leans in until we're almost a foot apart, then closes the space. His lips graze mine as I feel my cheeks heat up intensely. When he pulls away, we're both blushing madly. "Stella, w-would you?"

My jaw drops as I register this. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, wants me to be his girlfriend? The Harry Potter? When I finally snapped back to reality, I nod. "Of course, Harry! You're the sweetest boy I've every met!" I leap into his arms, and we share one final shy kiss, before I rest my head onn his shoulder.

"You know, Harry, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." I chuckled as I watched Harry's face as he remembered the dementor attack. "Oh yes, I forgot that was you! Well, I'm glad I took my time to save such a pretty girl." I smiled as I snuggled in closer, and rested my body on him so it would be comfortable for both of us. I definitely do love Harry Potter, and I hope we never have to grow apart.

A/N/ Thank you so much for reading my story! That's right, I'm going to be here from now on! Sorry for the choppy and short chapter, but ahh!! It's almost 2018!! I'm super excited to be transitioning into a new year, and I'm excited to do that on this story when the time comes! I hope you enjoy my story (No one probably reads my book, Ah well), and thanks! Buh bye! :)