A/N: WARNING: This is my fluffy chapter. We're talking, pure, unadultured, 100% fluff. Happy? This chapter has no purpose but to be fluffy. So. If you want to read something with a point, go elsewhere. I'll try not to jump into it, but I'm all too excited. Enjoy!

Chapter Sixteen

The next morning, I woke up with a strong feeling of guilt in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe I said that about Harry's hair! Harry's cute, messy, truly Harry hair.

I sat at breakfast, trying desperately not to look into those adorable green eyes, and not saying a word.

"Gosh, I like him." I muttered to myself.

"What was that?" Hermione asked, suddenly. I froze.

"I said...that...posh is like pim. Yeah. You know...you know what pim is right? It's this...really...squishy...food! Yeah, it's food! It tastes kinda like...umm...garlic powder! Yep! And as we all know, garlic powder is pretty darn posh! Don't you think? I think. Not very much, of course, but I think! Haa! Get it? Do ya? Do ya?"

"Not really." Hermione admitted, shaking off my outburst and returning to her bacon.

"That was a close one!" I whispered, sighing with relief.

"Did you say something?" Ron asked me.

"No! Would everyone stop with the third degree already! Jeez!" I cried, throwing my toast down and running out of the great hall.

My break was plagued by the feeling of guilt growing inside me like a...really big...watermelon. Or something. I was close to exploding. Every time I looked at him, whether we were hanging out with the big scary giant or eating cookies by the lake, all I could think was, I love your hair! I love your hair! And late that night, as we were working on our ridiculous amounts of homework assigned over the break, I couldn't stop looking at that gorgeous mass of black atop his head. I was only broken out of my lock-looking trance by some yelling in my general area.

"It's not that difficult, Ron!" Hermione screamed, throwing a quill onto the desk.

"Well, I'm sorry we're not all as brilliant as perfect little Hermione!" He shouted in exasperation.

"Aye, here we go again." Harry sighed.

"Y-yeah." I said, for once lost for words. He was such a babe!

We took our eyes off each other long enough to see Ron silence Hermione with a sudden kiss. Harry shook his head and covered his eyes.

"Aww, how cute!" I squealed. "You guys are cute." But they didn't appear to be able to hear me. In fact, the kiss was getting a little too intense even for me. "Get a room!" And still I was ignored. When Hermione began to run her hands through Ron's hair, I couldn't look anymore. "Whoa! Talk about your PDA!"

"Your what?" Harry asked, peeking for a moment. I was about to tell him that PDA equals Public Display of Affection. Then he saw them. "GOOD MERLIN'S BEARD!" He cried. "EVACUATE!"

He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me away from the terrifying scene before us. We ran melodramatically to another corner of the empty common room.

"I'm going to be scarred for life." Harry said solemnly. We both laughed then continued to work on our homework in silence.

Hair. Hair. Hair. Hair. Hair. Hair.

"I'm sorry!" I blurted abruptly. He looked at me, a puzzled expression on his face.

"For..."

"Saying what I did about your hair! I never thought your hair looked bad. And, messy isn't a bad thing...in fact...it's kinda sexy." I ruffled his messy hair affectionately. He blushed.

"Uhh...thanks." He smiled. He paused. "Look, I think I need to say this right now or else I never will." He took a deep breath. "Skylar...you...are so weird. I have never met anyone at all like you. At all. You're so...out there. It's fascinating. And...your honesty with yourself and everyone else is something I admire so much. You...I...I really, really like you." He admitted earnestly. My eyes popped out of my head. "A lot." He added. "No one else...makes me feel...quite that way."

"Whoa." I said, dumbfounded. "I...well...me too."

Harry grinned a relieved smile that made me want to melt into jello.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked shyly.

I bit my lip and started leaning closer. He closed the remaining distance between our lips and suddenly, electric shocks were shooting throughout my body. Timidly, he put a hand behind my neck, giving me chills. He took his other hand and laced his fingers with mine. I grinned and looked into those emerald eyes as we slowly broke apart.

Suddenly, our bliss was broken as an astounded red head cried, "Bloody hell!"