A/N: I know, it's been forever! Dumb me! Dumb! But really promise that the next chapter will come a lot sooner. In the next week or so. Don't give up on the story, it's not dead, I promise! lol, and please remember to review!Anyway, enough babbling. On to the story!

Chapter Twenty One

I didn't sleep very well that night. I was thinking about what I was going to do the next morning, and what I was going to say.

I never got a chance that morning.

I woke up late again and Harry had already gone to breakfast. I didn't want to talk to him in front of everyone who had stayed home for Christmas. Or perhaps I was stalling. Nah, I never stall!

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I walked down from drying off in my dormitory after a cold, wet, yet ever so fun day outside. The common room was almost empty, except for Harry sitting on a chair by the fire working on some homework, and Ginny Weasley playing chess in a corner with Colin Creevey, watched by Colin's brother Dennis.

"Hey Harry." I said.

"Hi." Harry replied, looking up from his Potions essay. I plopped down on Harry's lap. He put his arms around me and returned to his work. I looked into the fire for a moment.

"Harry?" I said.

"Mm?"

"Uhh, where are Ron and Hermione." I said quickly. I groaned softly to myself, though Harry didn't seem to notice. I'll just have to try again.

"I think Hermione dragged Ron off the library." Harry said, without looking up.

"Oh." I looked at the fire again. And then,

"Harry?" I said again, rather timidly. I took Harry's essay from his hands and set it carefully on the floor. He held me a little tighter.

"Skylar, I—" I didn't know what he was about to say, and I didn't want to know either. It was probably something he thinks is really sweet and romantic but is really something stupid and insulting, making it something really sweet and romantic. I didn't think I could handle it. So I did the first thing I could think of to stop him. I kissed him. The kiss deepened. We sat there for several more seconds before I roughly pulled away and stood up.

"Harry." I sighed. There was a slight pause.

"Yes?" He asked.

"I—" I broke off. Just say it! I thought. He looked at me questioningly. "I want to break up."

"What?" He said blankly. I could almost feel Ginny, Colin and Dennis look up from their game. I took a deep breath.

"I said I want to break up."

"Why?"

"I just—" But I was saved answering by Ron and Hermione climbing through the portrait hole. Ron was covered in what looked like Professor Sprout's dragon dung fertilizer, and Hermione was laughing extremely hard behind him.

"It's not funny, Hemione!" Ron snapped. Harry looked back at me with hurt in his eyes. I leaned down and kissed him swiftly on the lips, though he didn't return it, and walked quickly to the stairs, which led to my dormitory. At the top of the stairs I looked back and saw that Hermione had stopped laughing, and Ron was looking at Harry with an odd expression on his face.

"What?" I heard him say, a note of great surprise in his voice.

"She dumped me." Harry said dully. I didn't want to hear anymore. I ran to my room and started violently beating up my pillow. After about a minute of this I stopped. Panting slightly, a tear leaked out of the corner of my eye, which I wiped forcefully away when I heard someone stomping up the stairs. Hermione slammed the door open.

"Why?" She demanded.

"Why what?" I asked in what I hoped was an innocent, off hand sort of voice.

"Don't you play games with me! You know very well what I'm talking about!" I gave up the act.

"I don't know. I just don't like him much anymore."

"Oh don't give me that rubbish! Last night you were barking mad over him. I— Ouch!" She shrieked. A large barn owl had just flown through the open door and hit Hermione in the back.

"Pooky!" I squealed asSara's owl zipped between Hermione's legs and landed contently on my shoulder. He dropped the letter he was holding in his beak on my lap. I ripped it open and read eagerly, glad for a reason to delay the conversation I knew was coming. I recognized Tommy's hand writing immediately.

"Dear Skylar—

Sara, Pete and I have a special early surprise Christmas present for you. Head down to your common room at seven o'clock tonight. It'll be there for you.

-Tommy

I looked at the clock, wondering what my early Christmas present could possibly be. Knowing those guys, it couldn't be anything good. It was six fifty.

"Hermione, can we finish this later?" I asked wryly. "My friends are sending me a 'special earlyChristmas present'." She glared at me. "I promise we will. I have to be in the common room by seven. That's when it's arriving."

"That gives you nine good minutes." I shook my head, stood up and strode out of the room.