The world was a hazy mist. Harry blinked his eyes. Counting to ten, he slowly focused until thing became clearer. Harry glanced at the bedside clock. All he could see was a blur of red numbers.

"Mmm . . . what happened last night?" He slowly rubbed his eyes.

All he could remember was that he was in the playground with Kyna. Anything after that was a complete blur.

He groped around the table for his glasses. He made a few wild grabs before his hands closed around it.

Shaking his head, he ran his hand over his hair, sat up and put on his glasses. The world became much clearer. Harry looked around the room and immediately noticed it was different. The bed he was lying on was much softer; the wallpapers were a light shade of violet; there were Dashboard Confessional and Lifehouse posters on the wall and there were some dragonfly figurines on the dresser.

He glanced down at his clothes and saw that he was wearing the same clothes as last night. "This definitely isn't my room." He muttered.

"That's because it's mine." Harry spun around and saw Kyna sitting in a chair on the corner of the room, her arms crossed. I must be an idiot not to have noticed her.

"Oh." was all Harry could manage. This seemed to amuse Kyna and she smirked coyly. Harry noticed that she was as beautiful as ever. The strands of raven hair that fell across her face only enhanced her beauty.

His eyes met hers and they continued to stare at each other's eyes for a few moments. Finally, Harry found his voice and asked, "Um . . . how long have you been sitting there?"

"Around a half-hour ago. You know, you look awfully cute when you're sleeping." She complimented him, making him blush.

"Thanks." Harry muttered and ran a hand through his hair. "I bet you don't have to sleep to look stunning."

It was Kyna's turn to blush. "Thanks." She smiled and said, "And you talk in your sleep."

"Really? I haven't noticed before."

"How can you know you talk in your sleep when you're asleep?"

"I dunno." Harry stood up and walked to the window. "I can't really remember last night. What happened?"

"Well, the booknotes' version is you told me everything." Kyna still sat in her chair, her eyes following him. "After that, I went with you to the Dursley's. The door was locked so I offered you my place to stay for the night. You were acting like a zombie then . . . I guess that's it."

Harry turned around and faced her. His eyes locked with hers and he asked, "So, what do you think?"

"About what? Could you please be a little more specific?"

"What do you think of me now that you know."

"Nothing really changed, Harry. You think I'm that superficial? I'm still your friend. Except that now I know the secret hidden beneath those intoxicating green eyes."

Harry took this in without so much a twitch. The fact was that he was glad somebody knew. He was glad that that somebody was one whom he had feelings for and who was not a wizard or witch.

He now had somebody decent to talk to. In the past, he was never able to really confide in anyone except Ron and Hermione. It was a relief for him because the heavy feeling he had been carrying around the whole summer had almost disappeared.

The fact was, Kyna believed him and was empathetic. If it were somebody else, he/she probably would have laughed at him, would say Harry was crazy, and would have told everybody that Harry was a lunatic who lived in his magical little world (well, Harry did live in a magical world). Kyna was one-in-a-million. She didn't scoff at his story and would be interested to learn more about him. Harry was already interested in her. Her warm demeanor was not something you see in everybody. She was special, but she was not arrogant about it. To say it simply, Harry liked her.

Kyna stood up and opened the door. "Let's go get breakfast. My parents are downstairs."

Harry followed her down.

A/N: I know. I know. . . This chapter is such a disappointment. The thing is, I got tired with writing the story and I thought nobody cared until someone sent me a review I should update soon. I'm really sorry to all my readers. Senior year is hell. Our teachers are all sadists. Anyway, the real reason I updated is that I want your advice on where to take this story. I already have something planned out but I can't really visualize it yet. I would LOVE to tell you but it would spoil your reading and you'll hate me for it. Still, I need your advice. If you're interested in learning bout my idea and want to help me, pls email me: . Just be warned, it's quite a spoiler. Again, I'm really sorry for the very very short chapter and the dull conversations. I can't help it if I'm boring. . . take care.

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