AN: Thank-you for all the reviews. I'm so sorry it took so long, but everything is a jumble right now and I'm making time to write, but there isn't much time. Hope you enjoy this and I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible. Much love, Lemonskittle.

Chapter Eighteen

How to Make Up with a Slytherin – Harry Potter

A slight breeze tousled the new spring leaves, swaying it forward gently. The green grass and newly grown flowers on Hogwarts grounds leaned forward, barely kissing the ground. Blue skies and fluffy white clouds floated slowly overhead, displaying the image of a perfect day in a perfect town that didn't exist and inside of the Hospital wing, green eyes blinked away sleep.

The last thing he remembered, he was waiting in the Gryffindor common room for Ginny. He had something important to tell her, but he couldn't remember what it was. If only he could stop seeing an image of her with Malfoy, maybe he'll remember – Malfoy! That was it! He had something important to tell Ginny about Malfoy.

Harry shot up in bed, his vision blurring and his head throbbing.

"Harry!" Hermione called to him and his head swiveled around to look at her. "You're up!"

He nodded, staring sympathetically at Ron's sleeping form. "Do you know where Ginny is?" he asked, getting out of bed. "I have something really important to tell her."

"No!" Hermione protested, running to get in his way, blocking his path to the exit. "Madam Pomfrey hasn't authorized your leaving just yet. You still need your rest."

Harry didn't care about his health that instant. He just wanted to get to Ginny; that was all that really mattered at the moment. "I'm fine though," he protested, taking a step closer to Hermione so she'll step aside though she didn't. "I'm doing just fine, all I needed was rest and I had plenty of that today."

"If you think I'm going to let you walk out of here, you're wrong," she said, staring defiantly into his eyes. "You haven't the energy to walk back to the dormitories."

He glared at her and stepped aside to get past her. "I don't think I ever mentioned that I was heading for the dormitories," he said.

She didn't stop him this time when he walked away and Harry was thankful. He didn't want to have to say something he might regret later. The corridor was empty as expected during breakfast. His mind was reeling with all the places that Ginny could possibly be at the moment, but there were a lot of places. She could still be up in the tower, having breakfast, in the library, anywhere.

"Where are you, Ginny?" he asked himself, making each step quicker than the one before it.

At the end of the corridors headed towards the girl's bathroom on the third floor, Harry ran into Pansy who, at the moment, was the last person he wanted to see. Perhaps, if he jumped really fast into a classroom, he might have a chance of actually getting away.

She wasn't crying, she didn't seem in distress, so that was good. He wouldn't have to play the knight in shining armor riding to her rescue again.

"Damn!" Harry cursed when he tried the locked knob. So much for hiding from her.

"You know what you are, Harry?" she asked, having spotted him. He did not, at all, like the way she was striding at him with that fierce look in her eyes like she was going to strangle him. "You're a damn bloody bastard who thinks too highly of himself. Just like Draco."

What? Harry was in no way like Draco Malfoy at all. They were two different people from two different worlds and he'll just have to knock some senses into Pansy if that was what she thought.

"You're both arrogant bastards," she went on, stopping in front of him. That very emotional state she was in last night was gone and perhaps he had dreamt that, although he could still remember her shaking shoulders and her voice breaking. "You seem to have this idea that every girl at Hogwarts wants you although in fact, they just think you're arrogant bastards. You're both after this girl who just might possibly never want you and you're oblivious to the whole world outside of her."

Her voice rose with each word to the point where she was actually shouting and her finger kept thumping his chest accusingly. Harry stared at her for a moment, watching as she breathed, trying to catch her breath after that whole episode.

"I, unlike Draco, am not an arrogant bastard," Harry said calmly, watching to see her reaction. "I care about other people and not everything evolves around me. I don't have any ideas that every girl at Hogwarts likes me because in fact, not many people like me after thinking I'm a very evil person. I'm not after any girl who might possibly never want me because she has indeed liked me for ages and I've just come to that understanding that I like her as well and I am so not oblivious to the world outside of her."

She laughed bitterly and shook her head. "Harry, Harry, Harry," she said through a dry chuckle. "You just don't get it, do you? Every time you fall in love, nothing else around you matters but that particular girl. You ARE so oblivious to anything else."

"But isn't that what love is about?" he asked, staring at her quizzically.

He had her there and Harry could almost see the mechanical wheels turning in her head as she thought this over.

"It's different though," she said at last, returning his gaze. "She does not fancy you in return."

She got Harry this time and something inside of him clicked. So this was how Ginny felt all those years that he never returned her feelings and knew he never would. Pansy was correct that she did not fancy him in return and that stung like a bee, but he wasn't about to let her see that she was victorious.

"You've no idea of what you're talking about," he said. "I've got to find Ginny because I have something very important to tell her about Romeo."

"You wouldn't dare!" Pansy shouted at his retreating form. "What happened last night is not your business to tell anyone. I told you that you and Draco are exactly alike, made from the same. You're arrogant bastards. Doesn't it even matter what other people think? You are oblivious to the world outside of Ginny Weasley!"

He kept walking because truth was, Pansy Parkinson was absolutely right. If Harry really stopped to think about it, he was very much like Draco. He may not be arrogant, but he was oblivious to the rest of the world whenever he was set on making the girl of his dreams, well, his.

"Bloody Parkinson," he cursed beneath his breath. "Have to go around and make stupid business that should not even be her business – hers."

"I'm right behind you, you know?" she said and Harry jumped, turning back to glare at her before making his way down the stairs towards the Great Hall.

"Will you quit following me?" he asked. "I'm trying to do something here."

Pansy didn't quit though. She kept following him, but Harry wouldn't let that bother him. After all, this was how she earned her reputation of being attached to Draco's hips. She followed him everywhere and he meant everywhere.

"You can't tell her," she said again, stopping him at the bottom of the staircases.

Annoyed, Harry whirled around to face her. "And why the hell not?" he demanded. "He's a damn bastard who does not deserve her. She deserves someone way better then that and I've got to tell her the truth. What am I supposed to do? Pretend for the rest of my life that he really went after her because he loved her?"

"What makes you think that you're any better then him, Harry?" she demanded, glaring at him. "You think she deserves someone better? Who? You?" Pansy gave that dry chuckle again that was starting to get on his nerves. "You're no better than Draco, maybe even worse. You know what the funny thing is? I actually thought you would be different from Draco, but I guess I thought wrong."

Damn her! Damn her! DAMN HER! Bloody hell, Harry wanted to grab her by her shoulders and shake her until she takes back everything she said to him. That could not be him. He was not that.

"It's not because I'm Harry Potter," he said to her back, quietly.

Pansy stopped in her tracks and turned back to him slowly. Her eyes held something that he couldn't quite read and gradually, her eyes traveled the length of his body until she was looking into his green eyes.

They stood like that, staring at one another until Harry took a step closer to her. "You can't possibly hate me so much because I'm Harry Potter. You've always hated me because of that, but today, there's more hatred. Why now?"

Pansy swallowed and she looked vulnerable, just like she did last night. "I told you, Harry, that you were oblivious to the world outside of Ginny."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"You'd never know when a girl is in love with you," she whispered. "The last time that happened and you did realize it in the end, you lost her."

"Not yet," he replied.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "See?" she said. "Merlin's Beard, I don't even know why I try. You just can't get over her, can you?"

Harry shook his head and covered the rest of the distance between them. "I haven't lost her, not yet," he replied again. "No, I don't mean Ginny because although she deserves to know the truth, I think I've just realized that I haven't lost you yet. I think I still have a chance."

"It's all in my hands though," she whispered.

Harry nodded.

"This is moving a little faster than I thought."

Harry nodded again.

"I could tell you no?"

Another nod.

"And I could tell you yes?"

He nodded again.

"Where will this go?"

He shrugged.

"What if it doesn't work?"

He shrugged again.

"Will you say something, please?"

He grinned and shook his head before he dipped his head to peck her cheeks.

AN: It's not the best thing that I've written, but it's out, right? I think it'll be quite a while before another chapter comes out again since I've got other stories to write as well and no time. Not to mention, that evil thing called writer's block. I've had that for the longest time, and it's that I blame for not writing much in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it and sorry for the late Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.