Harry had reviewed what happened in the shop many times that night. He'd never even asked Payton about her family, or herself as a matter of fact. Did Lucius Malfoy kill her mum? Harry couldn't sleep, so he decided to go downstairs for some tea. He didn't want to wake anyone up, so he apparated. When the kitchen came into view, he realized there was something already in the kitchen. It was Payton. She was sitting on the couch, her knees drawn to her chest, and was rocking back and forth. Harry went over to the couch, quietly, but not quietly enough. Payton stirred, and made room for Harry. Harry started, "Payton, look, I don't know you all that well, but is there something wrong?" That sounded right. Payton wiped a silent tear from her cheek with the back of her hand, and started. "I-I just got SO mad a Malfoy today. His father nearly murdered my Mom. I could have killed him." "I understand." Said Harry, Voldermort killed my Mum and Dad. Every time I face him, I just want to kill him!" "I am just being stupid. I could have it LOADS worse. My Mom and Dad could be dead. Yours' actually are. Oh, Harry, you must think I am so stupid." She choked. "Not at all. I actually think you are quite cool." Harry replied. "Thanks, Harry." Payton said, and hugged him around the neck. "You really are a nice guy." Harry blushed, and gathered up all the courage he could muster. "P-Payton, would it be all right, if I-err kissed you?" he spluttered. Payton said not a word, scooted closer to Harry, and kissed him softly on the mouth. "Whoa!" said Harry, softly. He gulped. "W-Will you be my girlfriend, Payton?" That was answered with another kiss on the lips. Harry enjoyed it so much. He and Payton stayed up talking for hours about where they'd been and people they'd seen, what interested them, and finally, when he looked down at his watch, it was midnight. It was his birthday. Payton got up, yawned, and kissed him. After she pulled away, she whispered in his ear..."Happy birthday, Harry."