It was dark in the 3 Broomsticks, the air full of smoke and muffled screams. I have never understood. Why scream? Why not cheer? I have never really been cool enough despite being popular. But I was determind to see. What, I was not sure. I had no idea, even after listening to you talk to that Weasle girl.

'You will be there, wont you?'

'Of course, Harry. I wouldn't miss it for the world and beyond.'

'Promise?'

'Promise. So, see you at the 3 Broomsticks.'

'See you.'

That's the problem. You long ago wised up to my 'stalking' as you told it to your mudblood friends. I do not stalk, I merely listen. Yet you never give me enough. Teasing me, almost. Even if you don't know I'm there.

But it was dark. Smoky, and full of screaming girls. I spotted the little Weasel, standing by that Granger and her boyfriend, her eyes shining with the contagious excitement. I couldn't see you though. I still hadn't realised what was going on.

You knew I was there, though. Didn't you? Don't smirk. Admit it. You were teasing. That's you're way.

I fought my way through the crowds, peering into the gloom for a familiar glint of green. I couldn't find you though, and just stayed to watch the show. You were lucky I hadn't left.

The lights dimmed, except for a spotlight, shining on a dark figure. You. My mouth dropped. The music started. And for the rest of the night I was speechless, my ears filled with your soft, teasing voice.

You never told me you could sing. Not once. You were clever to have hidden it from ME for so long. And I was gobsmacked. Just the way you wanted me to be. But that's your way. Teasing.

Soon the spotlight dimmed to. The music faded, and the screams were deafening. I could see Granger screaming with the rest of them. She saw me, and waved. I admit I waved back. I was in shock.

For the second time that night, I fought my way through the crowd. Out of inn, it was just as dark, but sharper. The snow was falling thickly, and for a second I contemplated going back in. But I knew you were out there. I can tell that kind of thing. You just like teasing. So I waited, and soon you emereged.

'Hallo, my little stalker.'

'Shut up, Potter.' I sneered, leaning boredly against the icy wall.

'Enjoy the show?' your eyes shone, reflecting the stars. I shrugged, and you smiled at me, leaning next to me. We were silent. To some it might have appeared awkward, but you know me too well. You knew I was just thinking, and respected that.

'Have you told your friends...?' I said after a while, glancing at you.

'No, of course not. They're not ready. Why?'

'Granger waved at me. I think she knows.'

'Then let her know,' you smiled warmly, taking my hands with your own. 'I don't care. I don't care about anything. Except you.'

I smiled back. . And you're right of course. Why should we care? We're happy, and we always will be. I'll always be your favourite little stalker. And you'll always tease.

And we're happy.