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Chapter Four
I felt the pressure of apparation, and moved closer to my captor. We arrived in a colder climate, but I could feel a fire burning.
"I always knew you'd join the alliance," my captor said, amusement lacing his voice.
"And what would my reasons be for joining Voldemort's side?" I questioned, keeping back a laugh.
"Maybe he's become incredibly handsome."
"Just like you're supposed to be dead, Harry?" The cloth was removed from my eyes and I was met with those brilliant green orbs I'd been dreaming of.
"When did you figure out it was me?" he asked, smiling softly.
"The minute you spoke," I replied. "How could I forget your voice?"
"Are you saying my voice hasn't changed at all in the past five years?" He crossed his arms over his chest.
"I meant the way you spoke," I replied. "And the way you wrapped your arm around my waist." Harry looked at me for a moment before breaking into laughter.
"Only you would recognize those things," he shook his head. "What were you doing out there alone? It's dangerous. And I dare say Voldemort wouldn't love capturing you."
"I was saying goodbye," I answered. "You're supposed to be dead."
"Yet here I stand," he smirked. I jumped on him in a hug, and he wrapped his arms around me tightly.
"God I've missed you," he said into my hair. I smacked him hard.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" Harry rubbed the back of his head.
"Don't you ever do that to me again Harry Potter!" I screeched. "You broke my heart by pretending to be dead!" I gave him my death glare. He pulled me to him again.
"Why do you think I kidnapped you?" he whispered gently, kissing my forehead. "Hurting you kills me. I had to let you know the truth, and I knew you'd be there, in our spot." I looked up at him, tears in his eyes.
"Why?" I asked.
"It gives me the element of surprise," Harry replied. "Everyone thinks I'm dead, including Voldemort. He's not worrying about me anymore, so I can sneak up and attack him. And why did I tell you? Because, I hate breaking your heart, and I know I can trust you and…I missed you. A lot."
"I missed you too." The fire reflected in his green eyes and I felt myself blushing, butterflies dancing in my stomach. He brought his lips closer to mine, his breath warming my face.
"I've been miserable without you Jenna," he whispered. I swallowed the lump in my throat, words failing. He closed the gap between us, and I let my eyelids fall shut. The electricity between us was as intense as ever, the kiss seeming to stop time and my heart. I don't know how long we stood there, connected, but it was like a blast of ice when we pulled apart.
"Oh Harry," the tears spilled from my eyes and I buried my head in his shoulder. He rubbed my back reassuringly.
"I'm sorry Jenna," he whispered. "I really am." I started laughing uncontrollably, Harry looking at me concerned.
"Sorry that you're alive?" I asked, when I was finally able to breathe. He brushed back a piece of hair that had fallen in my face.
"You know I'd never break a promise to you," he answered, kissing me softly and pulling away before I could react. I smiled at him and He smiled back. It was completely corny from a third person view, but I couldn't remember being happier. He held me close as we sat by the fire in silence, just enjoying being together again.
"Am I still your captive?" I broke the silence.
"Yes," was the reply.
"When are you going to let me go?"
"When I'm finished with you." A mischievous grin spread across his face. I turned around to face him, my face an inch from his.
"And what exactly are you going to do with me?" I whispered His eyes softened and he leaned in for another kiss, this one intense and filled with want.
"Jenna," he gasped when we pulled apart for air. His eyes were filled with lust and my heart was racing. It'd been five years but the passion between us was still there.
Harry stared and me while running his hands through my dark brown hair.
"I love you," he whispered. "And I've missed you." I sat up.
"How do you know that?" I looked away from his gaze. "It's been five years."
"Jenna….I've always loved you. I've never stopped."
"How do you know I'm not a changed person?" I snapped. I don't know why I snapped, I just did. "It's been five years without any contact, no letters, nothing. George said you died this year. What about the other four years? Where were you then!" Hot tears started dripping from my eyes.
"I…" He shook his head. "Why are you bringing this up now?" His anger came up to.
"I don't know, I was just so happy to see you and…We shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry all right."
"Well I'm not. But whatever, I'm used to you being like this." Anger boiled through my veins.
"Being like what exactly?" I seethed.
"I'm always second in your book," he replied, glaring.
"You've never been second! What the hell are you talking about Harry? See? This whole thing was a mistake!" Harry stood up, shaking his head.
"Just go back then," he whispered. "Just go back, forget I'm here, forget all of this. Obviously I was wrong about you." I grabbed my coat and stormed to the door, turning as I reached it.
"Have a nice life Harry Potter," I said, holding back my tears. "I free you from all your promises." I slammed the door behind me, apparating to the entrance of the cave. Once inside the cave door, I fell to the floor sobbing. I don't even know what we were fighting about, but I knew it was stupid and I should go back.
"Jenna?" It was Wood.
"Go away," I turned away from him. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Jenna what's wrong?" he asked me gently. I shook my head, unwilling to answer. I promised Harry I wouldn't tell, even if he was being a jerk.
"Come on Jenna." What is with this boy tonight?
"I'm fine Wood," I choked out. "Just leave."
"But-"
"Since when do you care about me?" I turned around suddenly. He stood and took a step back, surveying me.
"This war has changed people," he answered, unflinching to my glare. "Forgive me for my concern." He turned and left. I leaned against the cold wall, never feeling more alone or confused. After what felt like hours, I finally forced my stiff muscles to move.
"Jenna!" George came bounding over when he saw me, stopping at the look in my eyes. "What's wrong, love?"
"Nothing," I smiled. "I'm fine, really." He bought it.
"Where have you been all day?" he asked, hooking his arm in mine.
"My room," I answered, catching Wood's eye. He nodded and kept quiet.
"Really?" George furrowed his brow. "I knocked and you didn't answer."
"I must have fallen asleep or something."
"Oh." So easily satisfied he was.
"Well come on, Fred saved you some dinner," he led me into the kitchen. The food was delicious yet again. Who knew Fred was such a great chef? I retired to my room, staring up at the ceiling, once again in thought. How could I fight with Harry after not seeing him for five years? We never fought, except that one time when he cursed Draco in the 6th year. I just couldn't believe that he could possibly love me still. No one ever loved me that long. I got up and did another impossible thing: I went to Wood. I knocked on his door and he answered within seconds.
"I…I'm sorry about how I acted earlier," I said quietly, looking at my feet. He placed a finger under my chin and made me look him in the eye.
"I'm sensing that's not the reason you came," he said. I opened my mouth but no words came out, so I closed it and shrugged.
"Come in," he stepped back from the doorway. I walked in, looking around. News paper articles lined his walls, and I noticed none of them had anything to do with Quidditch.
"What happened to Quidditch?" I asked. He shrugged, sitting down on his bed.
"It's quite trivial compared to this war," he stated. I looked at Wood in a new light.
"What happened to give you this insight?" I inquired, sitting down next to him.
"Voldemort killed my family," he answered stonily, staring me straight in the eyes.
"I'm so sorry," I replied. He shrugged again.
"Now, what was your problem?" I looked away.
"I can't tell you."
"Ok, I know I've been horrible in the past-"
"That's not why I can't tell you," I interrupted him, shaking my head. I sighed and faced Wood. "I promised I wouldn't tell." He looked confused, but nodded none the less.
"Are you all right?" he moved closer, concern set in his features.
"I will be," I answered. "Right now…no." His arm found it's way around my waist and I leaned my head against his shoulder.
"Things happen," he whispered. "Things that are out of our control, and things that aren't. If this problem is beyond your control, let it go. If you can do something about it, you should, because you may never get another chance." I bit my lower lip, contemplating his words. What if something happened to Harry and I never got a chance to tell him I was sorry? Or that I cared?
"I free you from all your promises." Would he take it literally?
"I messed up Oliver," I answered. "I messed up big."
"So do something about it," he responded.
"What if it's too late?"
"Then that's the consequence. But you'll always be too late if you do nothing." I looked up at him.
"When did you get this wise?" I asked. He laughed.
"I told you, this war has changed people," he smiled. "Including me. By the way, I'm sorry about those unprovoked detentions…"
"Unprovoked? I fell and you gave me a detention for deliberately not doing my work," I answered.
"Yeah well…I said I was sorry. Doesn't that mean anything?" I laughed.
"You're forgiven," I grinned, kissing him on the cheek. I stood and stretched.
"Thanks Wood," I smiled, heading for the door. "You've really helped."
"Good," he smiled back. If you'd told me a week ago I would be getting along with Oliver Wood, I would have deemed you insane.
"Hey Jenna." I turned back and found myself facing him again.
"Yes?" I asked. He hugged me.
"You're not so bad," he smiled, going back into his room. I just stood there and laughed.
