Holy moly! It's been so long since I've updated, I know! But with school, dance and a social life and what have you, I don't have a lot of time for it. Again, sorry and I'll update a lot sooner this time, I promise.

Now on to the story! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Twenty

"Harry…" I said, nudging him lightly. "Haaarry…" He swatted the air irritably before going back to a peaceful state. I giggled. He's so cutewhen he's sleeping. Harry had fallen asleep on one of the couches in the common room, his Transfiguration book lying on the floor and his glasses askew.

"Harry!" I said again, this time my volume increasing considerably. He jumped.

"Wha?" He said sleepily.

"Wakey-wakey!" I chanted in a singsong voice. Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"What time is it?" He said, putting his glasses back on.

"It's five to ten." I said, checking my watch. Harry's eyes widened.

"Why didn't anyone wake me up? Classes start in five minutes!"

"I know. I just woke up too. Just go change into some clean robes. I'll wait for you."

"Okay."

"Oh and Harry!" I said as he headed toward his dormitory.

"Yes?"

"Brush your teeth while you're at it. Your breath is stinky." Harry laughed.

"Right. Thanks, Skylar."

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It was the last day of termand Harry, Ron, Hermione and I just finished our last class until January. Okay, so when you say it like that it sounds like a lot more time than the two and a half weeks it really is. But hey, I want it to sound like a long time. All the teachers gave us a mountain of homework to do during the break. But Harry, Ron and I procrastinated as usualand Hermioneheaded towardthe library to get started.

"You really should come with me you know." She said, looking back at us "You'll regret it later if you don't."

"Yes we know, Hermione. But we want to enjoy our first day of freedom." I said.

"Whatever you say." Hermione said. With that she walked off in the direction of the library.

"Harry, Ron, what do you guys want for Christmas?" I asked.

"I need a watch." Harry said. "I've needed a new one since the fourth year."

"I want a Firebolt." Ron said dreamily.

"Ha! Like I could afford one of those! They're like…like really expensive! Try something that's within the budget of a Galleon or less. Like socks or something."

"Sure. Socks. Just don't you dare get me maroon ones! I hate maroon."

"Oh but Ron, you look so sexy in maroon!" Ron's ears turned pink.

"Shut up." He mumbled. Harry and I laughed at him.

"Ron, Ron, Ron." I said. "You are so fun to tease."

We walked back to Gryffindor tower discussing our plans for Christmas.

"I thought you were going home for Christmas, Skylar." Ron said curiously.

"I did too. My parents just wrote me and said I shouldn't come home. I really wanted to though. Sara's coming home and Tommy and Pete were planning on visiting this year but I won't be there. Cheese on crackers I miss them."

"Well look at the bright side." Ron said grinning. "You get spend Christmas with us."

"I don't know if I can consider that a bright side."

"Skylar." Said a smug voice behind us. I grabbed Harry's arm.

"Save me." I said desperately.

"Can I talk to you? In private."

"Actually I'm kind of busy right now. Bye!" I replied brightly.

"Now." Henry said bossily. I was about to tell Henry off but Harry beat me to it.

"Henry, leave her alone. She's extremely busy at the moment." He said irritably.

"You're just jealous." Henry snapped.

"Oh am I? What of?"

"Of the fact that Skylar likes me and not you!"

"Hen—" I tried to put in but neither Henry or Harry was listening.

"Sod off, Porter. If she likes you so much why is she with me?"

"Harry, Harry, Harry. It's pity."

"Whoa now." I said. "I do not—"

"Why would she pity me?" Harry said, ignoring me.

"Well, your parents are rotting six feet under." I gasped and put my hand on my mouth in shock and Ron swore loudly.

"That's it." Harry said angrily. He raised his fist.

"Harry…" I said cautiously. "Don't…"

"Shut up." Harry snapped. I backed down. It happened in a flash. There was a yell and a loud crash and Harry and Henry were rolling on the ground in a furious fight. I was too shocked to speak. Ron, apparently, was not.

"Woo! Come on Harry!" And then,

"What is going on here?!"

It was Professor McGonagall. Henry and Harry straightened up. Harry's lip was bleeding and there was a large red spot around Henry's eye that looked as though it would become quite a large shiner.

"Professor McGonagall," said Henry. "Fancy meeting you here." McGonagall looked angrier than I had ever seen her.

"Explain." She said. I was about to say something when Henry spoke up.

"Potter just attacked me Professor!" Henry said innocently. "Just out of the blue for no reason at all." There was false hurt in his voice. Harry, Ron and I bust out all at once in objection.

"That's not true—"

"Harry was provoked—"

"It's not his fault—"

"Henry was saying—"

"Quiet." Professor McGonagall said sternly. We all stopped talking. "I, frankly, don't care what happened. There is no excuse for fighting. Twenty points will be taken from both of your houses and you will each serve a detention. If I catch you fighting again you will have severe penalties to pay."

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"You really shouldn't have attacked him like that you know." Hermione said after we had finished telling her about what happened. We were sitting in Gryffindor tower a few hours after dinner doing "homework".

"Yes, we figured you'd say that." Ron said dully.

It was then that Colin Creevey came up to Harry and said wonderingly, "Harry, I heard that you beat up that Henry Porter guy. I didn't like him very much. Way to go." I laughed.

"Er…Thanks Colin."

Hermione looked disapprovingly at Colin, which scared him away.

"Hermione, come check my homework." Ron said. Hermione moved from the couch to Ron's chair where they quickly became rather, ahem, busy. Harry buried his face in his book to avoid the gruesome sight.

"I think I'm going to go to bed now." I said to Harry's book.

"Okay." It replied. "Goodnight." I walked over to Harry and kissed him swiftly on the cheek.

"Goodnight."

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Hermione came upstairs to bed about a half-hour after I did.

"Hello." She said as she dropped her book bag on her bed.

"Hey Hermione." I said gloomily.

"Something wrong?" she asked curiously.

"No. Maybe. Yes." I confessed. "Hermione, I can't help feeling like the fight was my fault."

"Why?" Hermione said.

"Because it all started because Harry and Henry were fighting over me. And then Henry said…well you know. I don't want to repeat it. I feel so guilty, Hermione!"

"I can—" But I didn't let Hermione finish.

"I like him so much, Hermione!" I cried. "So much!" I gave Hermione a meaningful look.

"Sky—"

"Hermione, I think…Yes. I think so."

"Are you going to tell me what you'reon about, Skylar?" Hermione asked.

"No." I said plainly.

"Okay. Just don't do anything stupid." Hermione cautioned.