HARRY'S POV

I ran out of the Great Hall and into the hallway. A massive crowd of girls, and guys following my every step. Since a whole crowd of people were stalking and running after me, my only response was to run the hell away from them. With my pajamas still on I ran down the hall, a throng of people yelling and running after me.

"Harry, come with me to the ball!" Many girls shouted at different intervals. Panicking I continued to run, hoping I could shake them off after a while. It didn't work.

"Harry, I love you!" I heard them yell all at once. I looked behind me and saw them gaining speed. There were only about four feet between me and two hundred teenage girls. Usually, a guy would be very happy with being chased by that many girls. But usually the girls weren't hungry for your blood. I'm depressing myself.

I kept running and skidded around the corner. When I did that I slowed considerably, and the crowd's speed had accelerated. Quickly the gap of four feet filled to two feet...one...

And then the girls tackled me to the ground, dragging me to the floor by my legs. They frantically started climbing onto me when I fell hard to the floor. I was shouting desperately for help, crawling across the ground using my arms. I was struggling because of the weight of the girls that were on me was slowing me down. But eventually I managed to get far enough from them, so I could stand up straight.

I ran away, and I heard the shuffling of dozens of people getting up. Tired and a little irritated, I still ran through Hogwarts, momentarily forgetting about the dozens of secret passages by me. They were still following me so I ran faster and around the corner. While I was looking over my shoulder I bumped into someone and fell sideways into a broom closet. The door closed after me and I heard shuffling and moaning behind the door. Then I heard someone say...

"Get off me, Potter!" I knew that voice...and I instantly thought my worst nightmare had come true. My eyes starting stinging strangely and I got up quickly.

I turned towards the door to open it...but it wouldn't open. I quickly pulled out my wand (not that one) and tried opening it magically but it still wouldn't budge.

I had gotten stuck inside a broom closet with Mrs. Norris (if that thing purring really is a cat).... and Miranda Green?


"So...Miranda. Seems like we stuck in here." I said.

"What do you mean were stuck in here?" She said, quite obviously panicking. I couldn't help but smile slightly to hear her in such distress. She was my ex after all.

"What I meant is we are stuck in here because the door won't open." I said matter a factly.

She looked at me like I was an idiot. "Let me try." She got up quickly, pushed me away from the door roughly and yanked the doorknob. Nothing happened. She tried yanking it again and this time something did happen. The doorknob came off. I groaned and she looked at the doorknob that was in her hand; horrified.

"Great. Just when you think it can't get worse." I mumbled.

"What are we going to do now?" She whispered.

"Well we have a few options. One: We could try to knock the door down. Two: we could yell really loudly to yell through the door, and hope somebody hears us. Three: we could use magic to knock the door down. And four: after all else fails, we can sit it out, and hope somebody finds us sooner or later."

She started hyperventilating. After she calmed down a bit, she talked. "Okay. Let's do all of that. And then if those don't work. We'll just wait."

So then we started by option one. Both of us tried knocking down the door using our shoulders. That didn't work, but only gave us a dull ache in our shoulders. Next step two, we yelled and yelled for twenty minutes. Nothing happened. Finally, we called quits, and moved to step three.

I tried to find my wand from my back pocket. But it wasn't there.

"Oh, shit. I dropped my wand." We were in a broom closet that was completely dark, so it was a miracle we could actually find the door.

"Is that even possible?" Miranda said, grossed out.

"Not that one. My magical wand...Okay that sounded even more wrong. But you know what I mean." I snapped irritatingly.

"Yah." She padded all her pockets. And groaned. "I left my wand in my dorm."

I blew air out of my mouth. "Okay. Option three: out. Now, option four. We sit." I felted around the broom closet. Finally I felt something. It was soft and lusciously round.

"Harry...you're hands are on my chest." I quickly moved my hands off, and was glad that the broom closet was as dark as it was. I groped, once again, into the empty air and grabbed Miranda's waist on accident. I moved my hands and slid down the wall behind me. I felt Miranda slide in next to me. Broom closets are way too small; it's a wonder people can actually snog in here, it's that small.

"So....what now?" She said.

I sighed. "We wait."

We sat in silence for an hour, until I got bored. I had been thinking about our failed relationship so I had some questions.

"Hey. You want to play a game?"

She sighed. We've been doing that a lot today. "Sure. What is it?"

"Truth. Okay, I'll go first....What happened to us?" I asked cautiously after a pause.

"I guess...Most of it was my fault. I was just so jealous. In the beginning, I didn't notice the tons of people that stared and followed you constantly. I was just so happy. But after that Malfoy love potion thing, I did notice. I mean, how could you not? Practically everyone at dinner or breakfast was staring at you, or glaring at me. After that...I just couldn't stand it. And I've never been very good at relationships so I guess I was really scared I was going to lose you. I thought that if you even talked to another girl, you'd realize how much better they are then me and leave me for them. But after we broke up I realized how much of an idiot I was acting like...and then I had to leave for a while so I couldn't fix things. And when I finally came back, here you are singing some sexy song while in your pajamas with no shirt on.....You have no idea how much I hated myself then. I had let go the most important person in my life. And here I was all heartbroken and here you were singing, flirting, and basically acting the exact opposite of what I was acting like...I'm sorry I'm rambling."

I just stared at her. Finally, after days and days, I had answers. "Oh...You know, believe me, I wasn't totally over you at breakfast, I was only doing that on some stupid dare."

"Oh..Okay. Um..It's my turn right?" I nodded, and she spoke again. "Were you really flirting with him?" She asked with a slight chuckle, like she knew what the answer was.

"NO!" I yelled.

She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, trying to stop. She finally stopped.

"Okay. My turn." I thought hard, and came up with a good one. "Where did you go when you left?"

"Oh." She sounded surprised and sad at the same time.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to." I said hastily.

"No no no. It's okay....I went to my uncle's funeral. He had died recently from muggle cancer." Her voice cracked several times.

"I'm sorry...Hey, if you ever need someone to talk to. I'm here. We are still friends after all."

She nodded, and I faintly saw her eyes start to water.

"Hey, come here." I brought her to my still bare chest, and she clung to me crying freely. She sobbed heavily, while I just held her tightly. I couldn't help but think we were in this position not that long ago. Except this time she wasn't crying over some petty argument.

Finally she stopped sobbing but with tears still falling down her face. I pulled away slightly and wiped them with my thumb. She looked up at me with watery eyes.

"Is that offer still on?" She asked quietly.

I nodded. "Yeah. And we do have some time. So go ahead. I'm listening."

"Okay. Well...I've never known my dad. So my uncle was like my second dad. My mum had a summer romance with my dad before I was born. And by the time I was born she hadn't seen him again. I had grown up with my mum, over various countries, living paycheck to paycheck. My dad was apparently fairly rich but she had never gotten any of his money. I don't think she would've even taken it. But, anyway, my uncle came over every day after school and we would play poker while my mom was at work till 2am. He would read me bed time stories. And always acted like the over protective father." Each word she said, more tears fell down, but she still plowed on.

This sentence took longer to say then the others. "About three years ago, he got muggle cancer. We were devastated. I was especially. I didn't want to lose my "father" and my best friend. I told him that but he just smiled and told me not to worry. He was always like that. Caring and selfless. I remember once, when I had a dance recital in London, and he had a business meeting in Scotland. He went there first, and drove back, just in time to see me." She started crying again. I held her closer and whispered comforting words in her ear. After a while she pushed back and started talking again. I listened.

"The muggle cancer he had got was a rare form that nobody had a clue about. Chemo wouldn't even help him. So the doctors did a ton of experiments on him to try to help even a little. Nothing worked. As the years went by, the less hope seemed to be left. He was so weak and brittle. And he could barely laugh without gasping in pain. He never ate, and was covered in bruises. He got injured so much that they just kept him in the hospital for his last year." She started crying again and I held her tighter and felt tears stinging the corner of my eyes. This time, she clung to me while talking.

"I remember the last time I spoke to him. It was the day that we had broken up, and I had run to Hogsmede and apparated to the hospital room. I had sobbed there while he just watched me. He couldn't really do anything in his state. Finally I had stopped and I explained to him what had happened. With all the experiments, he had gotten really bitter lately. So he insulted you. It was really half-hearted but he still said it. So I went insane. It sounds really stupid now but I was really missing you and so I just blew up. I yelled and shouted to him about everything. I don't even remember what it was about." She paused.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye. The last thing I ever said to him was "I hate you!" I'll never forgive myself for that. If I had known that that night he would die. I would've told him just how much he meant to me, and hugged him and never let go. But I didn't. And I'll never forgive myself for that." Finally she let it all go, sobbing even harder than she did before. It took twenty minutes for her to calm down and by that time she was asleep on my shoulder. I didn't really mind. She needed someone right now, and I wasn't so bitter that I wouldn't be there for her.

I estimated that it was 8 o'clock pm, guessing by the lack of footsteps and the shadow coming from the door. I laid my head on top of Miranda's, since she was still clinging to me. I knew that I didn't want to get back together with her because of how she treated me during our last days, and because I can now see that we work best when were just friends. I think that we just went too fast, and got too attached too fast.

Thinking about all this made me drowsy, so I closed my eyes. And had fallen asleep when I heard a meow and fur being rubbed against my legs. I looked down and saw Mrs. Norris purring and rubbing herself against my legs. Mrs. Norris never did this kind of stuff. So I was a little surprised.

She continued to rub herself against me. And I thought maybe she had the hots for me. But I banished that thought because cats can't have the hots for human beings.

I fell asleep with Mrs. Norris still doing that, and with Miranda still clinging to me.

A/N: Sorry, about that slightly depressing chapter. But I wanted to give Miranda a little more depth. She kind of seemed like a ditz so sorry to put on the sob stories but...I had to.

Coming in the Next Chapter:

Bladder problems...
Rescues...
and New Relationships.