A.N.—sorry about last chapter and the shortness of it. This one is sorta too. Oops.
August 12th, 1995.
I followed her advice. For the past two days, I have been completely myself. And you know where I got myself?
NO WHERE!
Now he notices me even LESS!
Burn in hell, 'Mione.
Later
It's late. REALLY, really late. Actually, it's early morning. But I just had to document this amazing event that shall go down in history as the best moment of my life {thus far}
IEEEEEE!!!!!
Okay, here's how it went:
I had fallen asleep on the couch by the kitchen, and no one bothered to wake me up because they knew of My Wrath, either in theory or from personal experience.
I don't remember exactly what I was dreaming about, but I knew it was bad. There was blood. Lots of blood. And it was terrifying.
I remember screaming a bit and thrashing around.
Then, there were footsteps coming closer.
Then, warm, comforting arms wrapped around me and a voice I didn't recognize at first told me to wake up. I did.
I started sobbing uncontrollably and burying my face in this person's shoulders.
Even through my tears, I sensed the person's fear. For me.
They seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, and then started to rub soothing circles on my back.
It felt so good, and I started to calm down a little. Until I opened my eyes to see—
HARRY?!?!
"It's okay, Gin." He continued with the rubbing and whispering softly. He was good at this.
I forgot for the moment that this was THE Harry Potter with his arms around me. I forgot that I was madly in love with him even though I've hardly had a conversation with him. I just concentrated on calming down.
"It was just a nightmare." I whispered.
"I gathered."
"It felt real."
"I know."
There he was, so close, and me still conveniently in his arms. I stared into his eyes. He was much too close….and seeming to be getting closer….
A.N.—muaha. Cliffie. But I think it's obvious what happened. I love sap! Hope you do too! Review!