Ch. 5: What it feels like

"What? Did I just say that aloud?" she nodded, and he looked away, "I don't know what it is that I'm feeling. I don't know why I said that, I've been thinking about a lot of weird things recently."

She shook her head, "you can't take back what you said." His eyes widened as she gazed into his eyes longingly, as if she wanted to admit something herself. Did she? He couldn't decide what she had meant.

"I don't want to," the funny feeling was in his stomach again. He laughed, would this feeling ever go away? He was intoxicated by the feeling, slowly inching forward towards the beautiful girl he was holding in his arms. He tilted his head, centimeters from her lips; he could feel her warm breath on his face. Am I really going to do this?

"Harry," she whispered slowly. Then their lips touched, but it was only for a second and immediately his scar began burning. The pain caused him to launch himself several feet away, hitting his head hard on the wall. The two pains combined racked his head, he couldn't think straight; he saw the person in front of him but he couldn't make out who it is, who was he just with? Then the blackness settled in, he must have closed his eyes but he couldn't remember closing them.

He felt something warm on his face, and the tingling in his stomach came back to him only stronger. Someone was talking to him, but he couldn't understand who or what they were saying. The pain in his head was gone, but he felt so tired now; he couldn't resist the pull of sleep. Soon he had fallen asleep; the warm feeling on his face still hadn't gone away.

When he started feeling the tingling feeling in his stomach again he realized he was lying down. Someone was yelling, no make that two people were yelling at each other. He couldn't make out what they were saying as he slowly stirred, but he could tell that someone had left. He had heard the door slam loudly, but it wasn't the same sound that his bedroom door made; where could he be?

When he was finally able to open his eyes, but still not move his head very much he realized that he was at Grimmold place, in his and Ron's room no less. "'Arry? You're awake? Finally!" He could hear his friend exclaim from the other bed; he must have noticed that his eyes were now open.

"Where is Hermione?" he asked. Ron who was in the process of walking over to him stumbled when he heard this, and looked towards the door.

"Well mate," Ron sighed, "I don't know what to tell you about that girl. She was just in here, demanding to know how you were." He paused looking back to Harry who was now starting to move his hands around a little, "she is blaming herself for whatever happened to you, but…"

"She won't tell you what happened?" Harry immediately knew why, she must have thought that it was the kiss that had sent him flying. Was it? What had made his scar burn so bad?

"Right, so… will you tell me what happened?" Harry was able to start pushing himself to a sitting position.

"I don't know Ron," he looked towards the door, wishing that she would come back. He desperately wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault, but he didn't even know what it was.

Ron was instantly dejected, he looked angry but calm. He looked towards the door again, "mum will want to know you're awake. She'll bring you some food, I 'spose."

"Right. I'm sorry Ron." Harry said as Ron walked towards the door, he paused for a second and nodded his head not looking back. When he had left the room Harry continued, "I'm sorry for everything, mate."

He had been awake for nearly an hour, and still no sign of the one person he desired to see more than anything. Mrs. Weasley had come baring a bowl of soup and some sandwiches, which Harry ate hungrily as he sat there waiting for his body to recover from whatever this was. She had asked him a few questions, but when he didn't respond she walked out of the room shaking her head. Even Ginny had come to see him since Ron left, but she didn't stay long; he could tell she knew he wasn't interested in talking to anyone.

Harry heard an owl banging on the window to the room, and suddenly Ron came bursting in to let the poor owl out of the rain. It was raining? He could barely even hear the sounds coming from this window as his friend untied the letter from the bird. "Whose it from?" Harry questioned.

Ron looked at his and hesitated, "it's from Luna. She's the only one that talks to me anymore." With that he was gone again, and Harry had never felt so miserable. The girl he loved thought that it was her fault that he was in pain, not that there was much pain anymore anyway. His best friend was pissed at him; what the bloody hell was he supposed to do. He couldn't even get up to go to the bathroom, and no one was around to help him; damn them, he thought, I'll do it myself.

A/N: I know its short, and it's been a while since I posted last, but I've been swabbed with work and I finally finished it all. A few more thoughts on the HpHg vs. RwHg topic: I think that the movies are blatantly leading to the later, whether JKR is behind it or the directors I couldn't tell you. The books don't really seem to be all that biased yet, but there are a lot of hints towards Ron, but then again Harry is the one whom has a deeper connection and actually has feelings other than jealousy and anger that is.

I'll continue to write this, but I swear it doesn't have a plot anymore, just kinda me throwing stuff together on the spot. I should probably change the name cause I'm never going to get to the DA at this point, haha.