A/N: Thank you so much for your continued support. I know I am updating this story very slowly, and chapters are getting short, but please cope with me, I will try and do my best :) Now, please enjoy...
In the last hours before my dismissal from the hospital wing, I was so enveloped in depression, that I did not think about what would happen when I get back to the rest of the school.
Of course, everyone was amazed how Harry Potter was able to get an answer out of me. Most people think it's because he was the hero who defeated Voldemort (I have been trying to start using his real name because that's how Harry calls him), but some pesky individuals have start suspecting something special between us, namely a relationship more than friends. Or the most straight-forward way to say it, boyfriends...
As soon as I returned to the Griffindor dormitory, I was bombarded with questions: how did Harry get an answer out of you? Why Harry, out of all people? I tried telling everyone what really happened, at least as close to what happened I could manage, but in the end I was totally exhausted and simply went to bed.
I could not fall asleep that night. Just the Gryffindors were bad enough, what would happen when I face the entire school tomorrow? By the time dawn arrived the next day, I was even more exhausted. How can I possibly get through the day...
