A/N: This Chapter really has nothing to do with this pending story I have. It's mostly a Harry fluff that I wrote for...myself. I was bored and feeling in the mood for a fluffy romance. I'm not really used to writing stuff like this so...let me know if you like it! Again, a follow-up to the story "When Harry Met Ali" my somethingrandom!

As Harry was about to open the portrait out of the common room and head for dinner, someone's arm wrapped around his waist. He turned to see Ali's bright eyes smiling back at him. "Hey!" He said, happy to see her.

"Hi," she said shyly, taking his hand. She kissed him on the cheek. "How are you?" She asked.

"Fine," He said. "Except that Ron started yelling at me again." As they exited the portrait hole together and headed the Great Hall, Ali frowned. "Poor kid. He's really going through a tough time. And I bet having me around really doesn't help."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, squeezing tightly on her hand. "He loves having you around!"

"Uh...yeah..."

"Well, I love you." Harry said. Ali came to abrupt stop, and the full measure of Harry's words seemed to sink in. Frantic, Harry tried to think of the right words while avoiding Ali's big eyes staring at him. "I mean, I love having you around and we have fun –"

"I love you too," Ali softly interrupted.

"You...you..." Harry stuttered. But then he looked in her eyes, staring intently at him, loving and playful, and he found that words weren't really necessary. He pulled her close in his arms and shut his eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair. He loved that smell. Just as he was about to lean in for a kiss, Professor Snape's slimy voice echoed through the hallway.

"My, my, what do we have here? A most disgusting display." Harry and Ali both immediately released their arms from their embrace and stepped back away from each other, red with embarrassment. Snape's eyes shone maliciously. "Please, Potter, Kimlinger, do spare us of this revolting sight. 20 points from Gryffindor each. Let me find you again and I will inform the headmaster of your inappropriate behavior."

With the swish of the cloak Snape had stalked away down to the Great Hall – no doubt pleased with himself. After an awkward silence Harry looked over at Ali, "Uh..."

"Snape is such a jackass!" Ali cut in furiously. Harry could help but laugh as he saw a storm of rage in her eyes.

"He really made you mad, didn't he?"

She cracked a smile and also gave a little laugh. "Yeah...but forget him." She walked up to Harry, set her arms firmly on his chest and kissed him deeply on the lips. He gently opened his mouth and could feel her tongue slide in against his. It was the most wonderful feeling he had ever experienced. He wrapped his arms around Ali and kept her as close to him as possible, totally overwhelmed with her warm kisses. The pair stood their kissing each other for some long moments. As Ali gently pulled away from their hold, Harry gently pushed a bit of stray hair behind her ear. "Mmmm. Come," Ali said, taking Harry's hand and leading him to the stairs going up away from the Great Hall.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"I wanna show you something," Ali responded. After a bit of a walk they were up in the Astronomy tower. Ali walked over to a specific telescope and looked in to it. She motioned for Harry to come. He looked into the telescope and saw a fantastic array of blue and reddish pink colored clouds, with bright stars slightly hidden behind it. "Wow," he said, eyes still looking through the telescope. "What is that?"

"It's a nebula," Ali said. "I was just looking at it the other night during astronomy. Isn't it great?"

"It's wicked!"

Ali started to laugh, and Harry took his eyes from the telescope to look at her. "What?" he asked.

"Oh, it's just you," she said, continuing to laugh.

"Well, that's reassuring," Harry said sarcastically.

"You and your funny British sayings," she said, leaning back and sitting on the window ledge. "So cute!"

Harry smiled back. "It's not as bad as you and your 'what's ups?' and your baseball fetish."

"Hey now," Ali said seriously, "don't you touch my baseball teams. It's America's pastime, you know."

"I do know, and I also know better than to insult America in front of you."

"Or Minnesota," she added.

"Yes," Harry agreed. "Or Canada."

"Well," Ali said, thinking it over, "With Canada its give or take. Depends on my mood." Then she cracked a huge smile. "Wow, I'm weird."

"Yeah, you really are quite a freak."

"Shut up! You're supposed to be nice and kind and sweet to me!"

"Says who?" Harry said, standing up and walking toward her.

"Says me," she said.

Harry leaned in and gave her a playful kiss on the lips. "Well, then I suppose I'll just have to obey."

"Got that right," Ali said, taking his hand. "C'mon, I'm starving, let's go get something to eat."