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I sat twisting that stupid tiara in my hands.

The Common room was empty, thank god, so I was left to my thoughts.

Blaise?

Or no Blaise?

My heart said Blaise.

My mind said no Blaise.

They were so freaking conflicting that it gave me a headache.

I hadn't talked to him in three days, since the whole flower thing (which Hermione said was 'absolutely divine'). But I couldn't stop thinking about him. And I hope, I desperately wanted him to be thinking about me.

"Alurea?"

I looked up to see Harry standing next to my chair. "Hiya, Harry," I said, giving him a weak smile.

He sat down in the chair next to mine and motioned towards the tiara. "That's from Blaise, huh?"

I hesitated before realizing there was no point in me trying to pretend that it wasn't. "Yep."

"You really like him, don't you."

A statement. Was I that freaking obvious? Of course I was. But what I said was, "Of course I don't! He's a Slytherin. A stupid . . . dumb . . . Slytherin."

"Oh. . . . Well, I think he really likes you."

My eyes snapped up to Harry's, who smirked at me. "Why do you say that?" I asked.

"No reason, except for the fact that every time he gets me or Ron or Hermione alone he asks us if we've seen you or how you're don't, that sort of stuff."

"Oh. . . . Um, how's he doing?"

"As far as I can tell, he's miserable."

"Really?"

"Really."

I stared at the tiara for a minute. "Serves him right."

"Does it?" Harry asked. "Aren't you just as miserable as he is?"

"No. . . . Not really. . . . Yes."

Harry sighed, leaning towards me. "Look, Rea, why don't you go talk to him? You obviously care about him and he obviously cares about you and, right now, you're both making each other miserable."

'So, it seems we're both making each other miserable, huh?'

'Seems like it!'

'So how are we going to fix that?'

'I don't know! Why don't you come up with an idea if you're so smart?'

A small smile appeared on my face. I really liked his idea.

"And he may be a Slytherin," Harry continued, "but . . . he seems nice, nicer than most. I guess, at least, you didn't fall for Malfoy."

I smiled up at him and he smiled back. "Go talk to him, Rea."

Pausing for a second, I stood, gave Harry a quick hug, and then I ran out of the Tower.

Wednesday.

He'd be there. I knew he would.

I reached the Transfiguration room just as he was coming out, looking depressed. "Blaise!" I cried, running towards him.

He stopped and I stopped in front of him. Oh Merlin, What do I do now? "Hi," I said.

Can't I say anything smart just once?

Blaise smiled though and held out his arms. "Come here."

I was in his arms in two seconds.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I was stupid."

"Yeah, but, so was I," Blaise said, his voice muffled against my hair. "Forgiven?"

"Forgiven. Me too?"

"You too." Blaise let go of me and planted a small kiss on my forehead. When I could see his face again, he was wearing a devilish grin. "So . . . do we still have a lesson tonight?"

I grinned back reaching over to open the door. "Oh, I think we can arrange one."

Quickly, Blaise and I rushed inside the classroom, laughing.

I freaking love Transfigurations.