Episode Twenty Three
Gwen hadn't spoken to Harry since that night in the common room and the end of term exams were upon them already. She didn't have time between running from test to test, serving a miserable detention with Snape and studying to tell him that she really wanted to grant his wish of just one kiss.
She also didn't have much time to spend with Graves, who took it pretty well. He was pleased enough at her return of affections. She let him hug her in front of other people now and when he could he would steal a kiss. But there was hardly any time for either of them to steal away together.
They weren't the only ones feeling the pressure of exams. Gabby wasn't her usual cheerful self and Chris was far too concentrated. He was determined to pass Transfiguration (his worst subject by far) and begged Gwen to tutor him. She obliged, stealing time to study herself and feeling the exhaustion begin to set in.
And finally exams were over. When Gwen returned to the Gryffindor common room that evening people were milling about celebrating. The Weasley twins had been at it again and there was a full array of stolen refreshments for them to enjoy.
Standing there looking forlorn among all the cheerful faces was Harry, hiding himself away in a corner. Hermione and Ron were nowhere to be seen. Gwen was certain that if they knew Harry was in this state they would be right at his side.
"What's wrong Harry? You look awfully pale." She said, approaching him slowly.
"It's my scar. It's been throbbing all day. I think Voldemort is near."
Gwen looked at him soberly for a moment. She could sense the danger too, but what was it?
"What was that owl all about?" She asked suddenly.
"It was from Dumbledore. He wanted to see me in his office." Harry stopped. He wasn't sure how much he could tell her.
"You can trust me Harry." She said, sensing his hesitation and knowing instantly what it stemmed from.
"It was from my godfather. He spotted Voldemort not long ago. He was in Ireland, which means he's too close for comfort. He sent a message to warn Dumbledore, but Dumbledore fears there might be some foul play afoot. My godfather hasn't messaged him since."
Gwen laid a gentle hand on his arm. Harry brought his hand to his face and sighed deeply. "I don't know what to do." He said so softly she scarcely heard him.
"I know exactly what you mean." She sympathized. "Let's go flying."
He looked at her almost in disbelief, but he knew she had the right idea. Flying was the only thing to comfort him. He ran upstairs to grab his broom as she ran down to get hers. They met up again, exited the crowded common room and rushed downstairs and outside.
The air was warm and hazy. The sun was just setting. They lifted off and floated away from their troubles for awhile. Regardless of her relationship with Corwin, Gwen had a very special connection to Harry. She had to acknowledge that and she understood that it might very well lead to something more if she wanted it to.
"Harry."
"Yes."
"I want to give you that kiss." She smiled at him and although he couldn't see it he could feel it. He was smiling too.
They touched down onto the grass lightly and no sooner were they on their feet than she was in his arms. He touched her hair, tucking it back behind her ear and cupped her cheek in his hand. "I've wanted this for a long time." He said quietly, leaning in and resting his lips on hers.
They remained together, locked in a kind of trance as they kissed softly, deeply, fully.
