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Author's Note: All righty then, Well, even though I'm rather disappointed with my lack of reviews ( How HARD is it for you just to type a little something, people??? REALLY!) my few loyal readers ( I LOVE YOU, WENCY!!) have been insisting ( coughDEATH THREATScough ) that I keep updating. I think they were unpleasantly surprised with my little cliffhanger, which hadn't worked as I had hoped. Did you know I only got ONE review after that??? ONE!! Do you think that, just maybe you could pick up the pace a bit?? Sigh. Whatever. Also, they've been bugging me to reveal who Gwen's secret fiancée is. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten, and depending on the way I type it up, you shall know in the next two or so chapters. Well, In case you've forgotten, Harry has been knocked out while trying to push Gwen out of the way from a falling statue. The only question is, DID SHE SURVIVE????? Keep reading, and find out. Oh, You'll also find out just WHO Harry saw in his cauldron. Ohh, I can't wait to see who his true love is!!! ((Grabs a bucket of popcorn and a seltzer as the lights dim)) Shhh! Let's watch…

CHAPTER TWELVE: Harry's True Love…Again

Harry moaned. His head pounded painfully, and his muscles were very sore. What've I been doing? He had the faint sensation of being warm and comfortable before sitting bolt upright in a fit of swirling thoughts and emotions. However, this caused him severe pain in his chest and stomach, so he lay back down. Sitting up suddenly is not a good idea, it seems…

Harry opened his eyes and looked around. He was on a very soft four-poster feather bed, trimmed with scarlet hangings. The room was a nice, cozy size, and there was a fireplace circled with chairs right in front of him, with floor to ceiling windows to his right. On either side of the fireplace was a heavy wooden door, and he wondered vaguely which one would get him out of here. To his left he saw a wall of bookshelves and a harp. He felt something stir next to him and he looked- lying on the bed to his left, there was a lump in the covers. He poked it, and it turned over.

It's her! Harry thought awestruck. It was the girl he had seen in his cauldron more than two months ago. She was asleep, but it was undoubtedly her. Harry would have known her face anywhere. Her entrancing brown eyes were closed, her mahogany hair loose and tousled about her shoulders, and her lips- oh, her lips! - were slightly curled upward in contentment. Harry felt a sudden, uncontrollable urge to kiss those lips, but he restrained himself. Then he realized something else- he wasn't wearing a shirt! He lifted the covers in alarm, and thanked God he had his pants on. While he still had the blanket up, he stole a peek at the body lying next to him; she was wearing a white silk nightgown.

She moaned, and Harry hurriedly lay back down, pretending to be asleep. He felt her turn over again, her stomach pressing against his back. She chuckled softly. "Oh, Harry," she said, gently stroking his cheek, " You do look so handsome when you are asleep. I don't believe you know just how much I care about you… Ah, well, better wake you up." She shook him gently, and Harry let out a fake "Hm?" and pretended to wake, acting surprised, "Who are you? Where am I? What time is it? Why don't I have a shirt on? What's going on?"

"Shhh," she hushed calmly, rubbing his bare shoulders, "I'll explain it all to you as best I can. Just lay down and rest. I can only hope your memory wasn't damaged…"

"Damaged?" Harry repeated bewildered. Does she think I'm brain-dead now, or something?

"Yes, well, you and Draco had a horrible duel, a statue fell, and you saved me by pushing me out of the way, but it hurt you pretty badly, so n-"

"I did not!" Harry interrupted, "I saved Gwen. Where is she? Is she all right? I want to see her!"

She had gotten up off the bed, walking towards the harp, but had stopped at his odd question, and turned around to reply.

"What on earth are you talking about, Harry? I'm right here…" ((Oh, you just KNOW where this is going!!!))

Harry eyed her up and down, hardly daring to hope that she meant just what he thought she meant. She looked at him in concern, and asked, "Are you quite sure you're okay Harry? I mean, you do remember who you are and every thing, don't you?" ((Gwen's afraid he has amnesia!! HaHa! Memory loss is fun, but I just didn't think it would fit well in this story! Sorry!)) "But," Harry thought aloud, not answering her question, "Gwen- She-She never showed me her face," At this, the girl's hands flew to her face, but after a second, she slowly lowered them.

"Well…Well, you really ought not to be seeing my face now…But I suppose we have known each other for a while. And we are friends…" She picked up a handkerchief, and covered the bottom half of her face with it. "See? It's me, Harry," the princess said behind her makeshift veil. Harry gaped at her. "It-It really is you…"

"Ah!" she exclaimed softly.

She walked over to her bedside table and picked up a scroll of parchment Hary had not noticed bfore. She read the letter carefully, then handed it to Harry, saying, "Let me get the supplies. You're hurt pretty badly, and I don't want you moving anymore than you should." Harry, still shocked, took the paper from her and read:

Dearest Guienivere and Harry,

As you can see, a horrific accident has befallen the two of you. Onlookers report that Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy were dueling. This will cost Gryffindor and Slytherin house fifteen points apiece. However, due to Harry's bravery in saving my granddaughter from certain death, I award Gryffindor fifty points.

Now, since neither of you are allowed to enter each other's dormitories, your lodgings have been moved here so that you are better able to look out for one another. You will return to your separate rooms once you are both examined by Madame Pomfrey and given a clean bill of health. Your curfews and Head Boy and Girl duties have not changed, but be sure to ask the portrait what the password is.

To Harry:

I wish to extend my deepest gratitude for your courage. Also, you are badly injured. My granddaughter knows much about Healing. She could probably give even Madame Pomfrey a run for her money,I'd warrant. Guienivere will be your nurse.

To Guienivere:

The supplies are behind the second to last bookcase. I am glad you are well, and please take good care of Mr. Potter. I know he is a friend of yours, but DON'T FORGET THAT WHICH WAS PROMISED. You know of which I speak, and you know the terms. Once the time has passed, you have my consent to do as you wish, as long as you have protected yourself, and you make sure you are ready for the consequences of your actions.

Once the pair of you feel well enough, Madame Pomfrey has asked that you report to her as soon as possible so that she can take a better look at you. Do well on your examinations, and have a happy holiday.

A.Dumbledore

My Two Cents: I was gonna keep going, but I don't wanna. I just needed something to post. Don't worry, I promise to post again soon. I would continue, but then it would mess up my chapter numbers, so-tough luck! REVIEW!!!