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This chapter is dedicated to Elizabeth Smart. Congratulations to the Smart Family!!!

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Harry woke up very late the next morning. Thankfully, it was Saturday and he didn't half to worry about being late to any of his classes. He glanced around the dormitory and realized that Ron wasn't there.

"He's probably out with his girlfriend," Harry thought sadly.

As he stumbled out of bed, he began to remember the events of the previous night. However, before he could get too caught up in those details, he realized that today was Valentine's Day. Harry gave a short sigh and wandered over to his mirror. As he looked at his reflection, he gasped.

His eyes were so swollen and bloodshot that even a niffler would be able to tell that he had been crying. Harry sighed again. The last thing he wanted was for someone to ask him what was wrong. After he got dressed, Harry sat back down on his bed. He decided to stay in the dormitory at least until he was sure that everyone would be done with their breakfast and out of the Great Hall. However, just as he sat on his bed, there was a knock on his door.

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*What am I doing here??* Hermione wondered. *I bet he doesn't even want to look at me. He only kissed my hand because he noticed how upset I was. Yes, that's what happened. He doesn't really like me- he just wanted to make me feel better. I'll never have a boyfriend,* she thought sadly.

Hermione sighed and knocked on the door again. This time, it opened very slowly. She gasped as she saw a very tired and upset looking Harry staring back at her.

"Harry, what happened?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing," Harry lied, "it's nothing. Don't worry about me."

"Oh, Harry, is it something I did?" Hermione thought worriedly back to the events of the previous night. "If it is, I'm so sorry...."

"No, no, Hermione, it has nothing to do with you! It's just.... oh forget it. Why aren't you at breakfast?"

"Well, that's obvious, isn't it?" Hermione said in her best know-it-all voice. However, Harry looked bewildered so she continued. "You weren't in the Great Hall and I didn't know where you were, so I decided to check on you. I was.... I was....well, I was worried about you."

*Oh, no- why did I say that? I'm such an idiot! Harry's gonna hate me now!*

"You were?" Harry asked, a little surprised, "you were.... you were worried about me?"

"Well, yeah. I was worried about you, Harry. Now why is that so hard to believe?"

"It's just that, well, no one's ever been worried about me before. I didn't think anyone actually cared that much."

"Oh, Harry! Of course we care! I care.... Ron cares.... Sirius cares.... Hagrid cares.... we all care! Now, let's go down to breakfast- I know you're hungry."

Harry laughed. He was hungry, actually. He thanked Hermione and they walked down to the Great Hall together. As they walked, he couldn't help but think that this Valentines Day was going to be much different than the others.