(A/N - I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I've been busy for quite a while and wasn't able to post... So here's Chapter 11. So don't kill me!)

Marielle's heart soared almost as high as Harry on his Firebolt, now just a miniscule dot in the clear sky. She sat in the empty bleachers of the pitch, littered with rubbish from the just-ended match. Gryffindor's new team had won against Ravenclaw, and Mari couldn't help but feel ecstatic as she saw Cho Chang stand (with some difficulty) and walk off the field with a despairing look on her pretty face.

Marielle shook her head. That's MEAN, Mari, she scolded herself. But still... She hugged Harry's good-luck shirt against her chest and inhaled, taking in Harry's scent; warm apple cinnamon tea. He gave his own shirt to ME! Me...

She turned her eyes skyward, and saw the scarlet blur that was Harry descending swiftly towards her in one of his signature dives. Mari closed her eyes, and when she cautiously pried one open, Harry's sparkling green orbs were mere centimeters from her own. His eyelashes tickled her cheek pleasantly.

"You were amazing, Harry! That Wronski Feint, and not even a scratch! You should have seen Hermione--" But Marielle stopped there because before she knew it, she was sitting astride Harry's Firebolt, flitting through the air with Harry's arms around her waist. Harry leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"I'm gonna let go now, okay? Accio Comet!" she heard Harry say. Harry grabbed the broom he'd just summoned and slipped onto it, still holding Marielle's waist, and released her. Mari shrieked with the delight of piloting the broom.

"To go higher, just pull up on the handle like this," said Harry, showing her the motion. She pulled up, went skyward a few feet and smiled at Harry, circling around her. Suddenly the Firebolt shuddered from beneath her, and began to fall and dip.

Oh no... Marielle panicked. I'm over fifty feet up, what if I fall?! And sure enough, the nose of the Firebolt tilted downwards and began to dangerously pick up speed. Harry turned to see what was happening, but he was too late. He tried in vain to speed up his Comet 260, but the older, slower broom refused to move faster.

"MARIELLE!" he screamed.

She fell faster and faster, and Mari gripped the broom's handle with white knuckles. She shut her eyes tightly and tried not to think of the pain she would soon feel from the impact of the ground. Harry...

THUD. Marielle's head smacked the ground first, and she lost consciousness instantly. Harry flew to the ground just a second afterward.

"Oh my God, Mari!" Harry muttered. He ignored the stabbing pain in his left leg (on which he had landed) and dragged himself to Marielle's immobile form.

"Marielle..." he moved her face back and forth, but her eyes remained closed.

"It's all my fault...."

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Marielle finally awoke to a considerable amount of water splashing her face. Her eyes were wiped clear by a hand and she opened them.

"Harry..." she groaned, and her eyelashes fluttered shut again.

"Shh, don't talk," he said, and his finger brushed her cracked lips. The guilt he felt was so immense, the pain in his beating heart was actually physical.

"Mari....don't die, don't leave me," Harry murmured. It was quite obvious that Marielle wasn't going to die, but Harry's panic and guilt were so terrible that he was being rather rash. Mari's face looked so innocent, with her cheeks pink, her nose with a smudge of dirt on it, her wind-blown hair, and a small cut on her forehead. There was never anything less perfect, but nothing more divine in Harry's eyes. He bent closer to her, and her eyelashes grazed his face lightly.

"I...love...you..." Harry voiced what his heart had been hiding ever since they had met, and he touched his lips hesitantly to hers. It was so simple, yet so pure. Their mouths were two matching pieces to a jigsaw puzzle that were just fit together. He broke away, wiped an unavoidable tear from his eye, and saw Marielle grin a tiny grin.

Her eyes opened again, and she sat up slowly, leaning on one arm. Her trembling hand took his cheek, and she whispered, "I love you, too."

(A/N - Sorry, Danny and Greg, I know you don't like the love stuff, but I had to do it. I really don't like the way I wrote this part, but hey, you wanted another chapter. Sorry it was so bad. And sorry for the wait, I bet all you guys hate me for keeping you waiting... -_- )