Walk Me Home

disclaimer:

the idea isn't mine... but this fic is... and Harry isn't mine either...

Chapter2

: Harry's POV:

I had never felt so happy in my whole entire life, Cho and I were together. I had finally snatched her away from the prying arms of Malfoy. Cho and I went everywhere together, lunch, and classes, waited for each other always.

But tonight was your night, my bestest friend, mynina bonita(Spanish term meaning "Cute Little girl), my confidant, and many other things I could name. You finally landed yourself with the role you had always wanted since you started dancing and you chased your dream and you got it. I never felt so proud in my life. I sat there with a few of my mates from basketball, Ron, your brother sat with Hermione on my right, then on my left, Michael Corner, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan and Luna's boyfriend Neville Longbottom sat with us. I excused myself to go backstage and give you lilies, your favorite, and the silver necklace that had a silver ring with "My Nina Bonita" engraved on it.

I saw you standing there beneath the stage light your red hair flowing down past your shoulders and you had extensions that were braided across your head in a makeshift headband. Clad in a dark green dress that hugged around your small frail figure and fell loosely around your legs giving me the vision of a little princess. You had your left arm crossed over your stomach as you balanced the elbow of the right on the hand of your left chewing the skin of your thumb, the way you always did when you were nervous. You pointed your left toe and then your right toe trying to calm yourself down.

"Bonita you'll do fine." I whispered. You whirled around your face surprised I was even there. Have I ever told you how beautiful you were? My mum even told me before she died when she met you that you had a rare beauty one that was inside and out. It's true, no matter how much you think it's not. You smiled up at me and I smiled back handing you your presents, you smiled big and bright your eyes crinkling on the sides.

"Thank you Hairy!" you cry out using the nickname I only allowed you to use. But there was something missing, like there was a hollow place between us. Don't think you've noticed but I have but I choose not to tell you.

"Break a leg and dance for me would you?" I joked. You gave me a serious look and smiled.

"Always." You thank me for the lilies and the necklace before pushing me out of the backstage.

Always…. Your voice echoed in my head. What does that mean?

I made my way to my seat as the lights dimmed quickly erasing all my previous thoughts and confusion, determined to watch you through out the entire dance.

You only left the stage once and that was for the ten-minute break. I marveled at how good you had gotten as I watched you dance across the stage your feet light and never making any sound unlike the others. Was it possible that one could dance the way you did?

The show was over and I was left in a trance hoping you'd dance some more. Will you dance for me if I asked you too? I'm sure you would, I never ask you for anything but you always seem to give me what I want and need. I stood up and made sure that my applause was louder than everyone else's put together.

We waited for you outside in the cold winter wind. When you finally came out everyone cheered and it brought tears to your eyes. How I hated seeing you cry whether you were hurt or happy, the tears never belonged in your eyes. It didn't suit you to cry. As soon as everyone hugged you congratulations I stood beside you as we followed you parents to a restaurant to celebrate your performance.

I looked at you standing under the lone light of the street lamp as you turned to face me, tears still dancing in your eyes. You smiled as you slid on your green mittens, what was it with you and the color green? You looked so cute in your cozy winter garments and your little red frost bitten nose making the freckles stand out.

"Well?" you ask giving me a cheeky grin as your mouth emitted a white gust of breath.

"It went fairly well." I joked. You managed to walk a few paces next to me making me jump at your fast movements and whacked me playfully on the arm.

"Fairly well?" you ask again incredulously. There were snowflakes clinging to your red hair and I reached out to flick it off but it was kind of impossible because it was snowing.

It suited you though made you look like a snow angel.

"You did great, I mean." I smiled down at her, "But the others fairly well."

"Where's Cho?" you ask looking over my shoulder, "You two are usually attached to the hip." I shook my head and took one of your small hands in mine giving it a friendly squeeze.

"This is your night." I whispered giving you a kiss on your forehead, "I'm not about to share it with someone else and you aren't about to share it with anyone else."

You laugh and blush, "Yeah right." You were never one for compliments. That's what I like about you, always modest, humble, and shy when it came to compliments. It's not because you never knew how to take a compliment but because you didn't want to take it, you found it horribly egotistic when a girl would smile and say thank you at a compliment.

"No really." I assure you.

"I'm glad." was all you said as we made our way into the restaurant your family and our friends waiting for us.

And our chasm was filled and I was glad.

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