A/N: I had to change the rating to the story to M for a later chapter. It may be more than one but I'm not sure. All I know is that chapter eight will definitely have adult content. You have been forewarned! Cheers!

Chapter Four: And Always Brush Your Hair

Everywhere I went there were reminders. Every hall I walked down, every class room I entered, every statue I saw I was reminded of something. Memory after memory flooded my head and made me want to scream. This was the first time I actually couldn't wait to get home but then I remembered of all the memories that awaited me there. All the times Harry and I were alone, everything that happened in those times. Shivers went up my spine. God, did I miss him.

As I walked down the hall to Charms class I kept my head down and focused on my feet and the floor in front of me. I turned the corner and regrettably looked up. I stopped dead with wide eyes. Harry was right in front of me, leaning against the wall, talking to some girl. The part that hurt the most though was that he has playing with her hair, brushing it back from her face. She laughed at something he whispered in her ear and slowly my heart broke over and over and I could do nothing about it. All I could do was watch. Harry looked up and saw me.

"I'll catch you later," I heard him say to her before he walked over to me. "Hey Gin," he said smiling at me.

"Don't talk to me," I replied and walked swiftly past him.

If that's what he wanted, some blonde floozy to keep him satisfied then so be it. I rushed into the Charms room just after the bell rang and accidentally slammed the door so hard that Professor Flitwick almost fell off his pile of books. Shaking his balding head at me I apologized and grabbed a seat next to Colin.

"What's up?" he whispered to me as Flitwick started the class again where I had interrupted him.

"Men are pigs," I replied and started to unpack my books for class.