A/N: I'm incredibly sorry for not posting in over a year. Life has been very hectic and I was never able to update. I promise that will never happen again. I would also like to remind everyone that I AM NOT the author of this story so there will be no changes made to the story because I have no right to do that. Well on with the story!

OCTOBER 15th

Harry and Ron stood outside the dungeon classroom that they had Potions in. They were waiting for Abby who had been asked to stay after class by Snape. A couple of minutes later, Abby came out in tears. Harry and Ron tried asking her what was wrong, but Abby just took off. Harry handed his books to Ron.

"Take these, I'm gonna go check on her..." He said hastily.

"Potter! Get to your next class!" Snape snapped. He had appeared behind them. Harry felt his jaw lock as he took his books from Ron and headed off the his last class of the day, Transfiguration. Abby didn't show up for that either. Harry was preoccupied as he listen to Professor McGonagall ramble on about Animagus. Harry was planning on going to find Abby as soon as the class was over. He wanted to know what Snape had said...

After Transfiguration, Harry handed his books off to Ron and set off in search of Abby. He scowered the grounds, but she wasn't near the lake or the greenhouses. Harry finally spotted her in the stands on the quidditch pitch. Harry shoved his hands into his pockets and climbed the wooden staircase. When he reached the stands, Abby was wiping away a fresh wave of tears. Harry cleared his throat. Abby looked up.

"Just go away Harry." She sobbed. Harry sighed.

"I can't do that." He said softly. Harry crossed the stands and sat down beside Abby. He wrapped an arm around her in a comforting sort of gesture. Abby sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, wiping away stray tears.

"What did he say?" Harry asked quietly. Abby took a quivering breath.

"I g-got a question wrong o-on the t-test and h-he called me a r-retard and stupid and a load of other things. H-he told m-me I w-was practically a s-squib!" Abby cried. She pressed her face into Harry's chest as the tears ran down her face. Harry felt a surge of anger.

"You are none of those things Abby." He said softly. Harry rested his cheek on the top of her head as Abby cried. After a few minutes, the sobs slowed. Abby lifted her head. Her face was red and puffy from crying.

"I sh-should go." She said hastily. Abby stood, pulling free of Harry's grasp and headed for the stairs. Harry bit his lip and thought quickly. He couldn't pretend anymore.

"Abby, wait!" He called quickly. Abby stopped and turned around. Harry hurried across the stands. He stopped a few inches from Abby.

"I think..." He began. Abby sighed.

"Harry, we agreed..." She said quietly. Harry shook his head.

"I don't care what we agreed. I have never felt this way about anyone before. You're the last thing I think about before I go to sleep at night and the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning." He said softly. He now had his hands around Abby's waist.

"Oh Harry..." Abby sighed. She rested her hands around his neck. Harry bit his lip.

"I think...I think I'm falling in love with you." Harry whispered. Abby's eyes were glittering at him. Their faces were drawing nearer until their lips connected. Harry and Abby had kissed before, but it was nothing like this. They stood there for a good minute and a half, just sharing that kiss. When they separated, Abby looked up at Harry.

"This is going to change everything..." She whispered. Harry smiled.

"It better..." He said softly. Abby smiled and they shared another kiss.

Harry and Abby stood in the quidditch stands. There was something on Harry's mind, as well as Abby's. Harry knew that Sirius wouldn't let him have a girlfriend. Sirius may have been one of Harry's best friends, but he was very protective. Just as he had been with James. Harry felt a lump develop in his throat and Abby read his expression.

"My Mum won't be too happy either..." She said quietly. Harry smiled weakly.

"What are we gonna do?" Harry laughed. Abby smiled sadly.

"Either we can't be together, or..." Abby trailed off.

"Or we don't tell anyone we are." Harry finished. Abby bit her lip and nodded. Harry sighed and tightened his grip around Abby's waist.

"Well it'll have to be option number two. Now that I've got you, I'm not lettin you go!" Harry laughed. Abby grinned. They shared one last kiss before heading back to the castle...separately.

Harry climbed through the portrait hole. Abby was sitting in an armchair in the corner, her face hidden behind her book. Harry quickly hid a smile. He plopped down next to Ron on the couch.

"Have you asked anyone to the ball yet?" Ron asked, glancing at Abby.

"Nah..." Harry said. He and Abby had agreed to go with other people so that no one would become suspicious.

Ron sighed.

"Why don't you ask..." He began and pointed at Abby. She lowered her book.

"I would love to go with a friend, but I already have a date." She laughed. Harry narrowed his eyes. She sure worked fast.

"You do? Who?" Ron asked quickly. Abby sighed.

"Dean asked me." She said quietly. Abby noticed Harry's stare and quickly hurried up the stairs. Harry felt a surge of anger, mixed with jealousy. He quickly hid his expression when he noticed Ron staring at him.

"So who are you going to take now?" Ron asked, still stunned about Abby's date.

Harry thought quickly.

"I dunno. I'll just pick someone." He said tonelessly. Ron sighed.

"I'm sure she'll come around..." He said quietly. Harry glanced at him.

"Who, Abby? Come off it Ron! I don't like her like that!" He laughed, before hurrying up to his dorm.

Harry and Abby spent the next two weeks sneaking out under the invisibility cloak and stealing kisses in between classes. Finally, the night of the ball arrived. Harry was dressed in dress robes of black and waited at the bottom of the staircase for his date. Dean was waiting too, much to Harry's dismay. Ron was hovering in the corner, blushing furiously. Finally. Three girls came down the stairs. Lavendar was first. She was wearing light pink dress robes and looked very pretty. She smiled happily as she took Harry's arm.

"You look nice." Harry said with a fake smile. Lavendar blushed and gripped his arm tighter. Abby was next. She came down the stairs in robes of ocean blue...they matched her eyes exactly. Harry felt his heart start to beat very fast as Abby took Dean's arm. She read the hurt expression on Harry's face and gave him the same expression, referring to Lavendar. A minute later, Hermione appeared. She was wearing light purple robes and her hair was done up in a neat bun. She blushed and hastily took Ron's arm. Harry couldn't help but smile at how awkward his friends looked. They all made their way down to the Great Hall. Lavendar was steering Harry around for show, obviously thrilled to be his date. The other girls were scowling and trying to catch Harry's attention. He ignored them and sat down at one of the tables. The Great Hall looked very nice. There was a cloud of bats hovering over the dance floor that had been put in and there were jackolanterns everywhere. Lavendar dragged Harry onto the dance floor several times. Somehow, Harry managed to escape her and he slipped into the corner. He watched as his friends danced. A song came over the speaker. Harry liked this song...he had heard it on the muggle radio. He listened to the lyrics.

'I wanna love you

Like I've never loved you tonight

If it's alright

I wanna tell you things I've never said

In my life

I'm gonna hold you when the sun refuses to shine, yeah

I wanna show you that I'll always be by your side, oh'

Harry smiled. His mind flashed to Abby as he heard this song. He was surprised to see her sitting down. Harry bit his lip and crossed the hall. He stopped in front of Abby.

"May I have this dance?" He asked politely. Abby grinned.

"I'd love to!" She laughed. Harry and Abby made their way onto the dance floor and swayed to the music. Harry was doing everything he could to keep from kissing her...but then something pulled his mind from that. Harry felt a twinge of pain in his scar...