CHAPTER 9

"Harry say something please," I said after we had been standing a moment in silence.

"Really?" he asked, seeming to be debating internally with himself.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that," I replied softly, still avoiding his gaze.

"Woah," his voice softened, "I didn't believe it when she told me..." he trailed off.

I finally looked up, "Hermione told you?" I asked.

"Oh, no I didn't tell you that. Please don't tell her I told you that."

I sighed, "Alright, I won't I guess I never made her promise not to tell you..." I trailed off into my thoughts.

"Well, with that being said, Amy will you be my girlfriend?"

I stood there in shock, trying to locate my voice, but I just couldn't find it. Finally I just had to nod.

I found my voice and asked if he wanted to go back to the common room. When we were walking I timidly grabbed his hand. We put the boorm he was using away and walked into the castle holding hands.

I loved the feel of Harry's hand. It was cold contrasted to my warm hand. I was proud to walk the halls holding Harry's hand. The look on Blaise's face when he saw us walk by was priceless.

When we walked into the common room I immediately saw Ron and Hermione.

"I'll be back, I have to put this away," he gestured with his broom to his dormatory.

I nodded and went to find a seat next to Ron and Hermione.

"What took you guys so long?" Ron asked.

"Oh, Ron are you blind? Didn't you see them holding hands?" Hermione answered for me.

I blushed and looked away, anxiously awaiting Harry's return.

When Harry did return he sat next to me and grabbed my hand. We all sat in awkward silence for a moment. Then Hermione broke the silence by reminding us about the potions essay we had due tomorrow. She already had it done, of course. Suprisingly I had it done also. So, much to Hermione's dismay, I let Ron and Harry use my essay to finish theirs.

Harry finished first and, putting his quill down and sitting back, grabbed my hand.

"Did you tell them about being chaser?" he asked me.

"Oh, no that had completely left my mind, with what happened after," I smiled at him, "Harry's made me chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team."

Ron looked up, "Oh yeah, I was wondering when you were going to pick someone for that spot," he said to Harry. "You're really good. You've really never played before?" he asked me.

"Nope, not once," I replied.

"Finish your essay Ronald," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. He followed her order and looked down.

Harry stifled a laugh, "You're whipped mate," he said to Ron.

"Sod off Harry," Ron threw a pillow and Harry ducked.

I laughed but stopped when Hermione threw a pillow at me. It almost hit me but Harry knocked it out of the way.

I leaned over and put my head on Harry's shoulder. I looked at my watch. It was 12:30. I tried not to, but I ended up yawning anyway.

Harry switched hands so I was holding his left hand an he put his right arm over me. It felt good, being so close to him, I couldn't help but smile.

I changed my position to lean on my arm, but pain went through my arm and I clutched at it, remembering the bruise. I sat up immediately.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, with concern.

"Oh yeah, I just forgot about the bruise. I'm fine," I put my head back down, carefully avoiding hitting my arm, and ignoring the pain that was still in my arm.

By the time Ron was finished it was 1:00.

He yawned, "I'm going to bed, night all," he kissed Hermione.

"I'll go to bed now too, night all," Hermione said, yawning as she got up.

"Harry, I've been meaning to ask you, who was the girl you liked?" I asked when we were alone.

"What?" he asked, stifling a yawn.

"You know, when Cho asked you out the first time, you said no because you liked another girl. Who was she?"

"Oh, that, the girl was you."

I looked up at him, "Really?"

"Well, duh, and I've been meaning to tell you something."

I realized I hadn't stopped smiling since he had asked me out and waited patiently for him to tell me whatever it was he needed to tell me.

"I love you, Amy."

I sat there stunned and when he bent towards me I kissed him back with everything I had. When we broke away we were both gasping for breath. It was beyond anything I had ever expierenced with Blaise. I had literally felt the fireworks as I kissed him.

"Do you feel that?" he asked once he had regained his breath.

I nodded, 'You mean the connection I now feel between us?' I thought.

"Yeah," he responded.

I finally regained my breath, "I didn't say anything."

'Yes you did,' I heard his voice in the back of my mind.

'Oh my gosh, am I hearing your thoughts?' I thought.

'I think so,' he replied wordlessly.

"Maybe we should go to Dumbledore, ask him if he knows why this is happening," I said.

"Do you think he's awake?" Harry asked.

'I hope so,' I thought, 'Even though this isn't exactly that bad,' I grinned mischeviously.

'Not entirely,' he grinned.

"Well, lets go," I said, standing and pulling him to his feet.

We walked all the way to the staircase that led to Dumbledore's office.

"Lemon drop," Harry tried cautiously when he realized he didn't know the password this year.

"Bertie Bott's every flavor beans," I tried when the statue didn't move.

"Sugar Quills," he said.

"Ice mice."

We continued taking turns then I went a different way, "Snickers."

"Did you really think that would work?" Harry asked.

"It was worth a try," I shrugged.

"Cockroach Clusters," Harry said.

"Blood Lollipops."

"Acid Pops," I said randomly and suprisingly the gargoyle hopped aside and the staircase began to move.

"Oh my gosh it was Acid Pops," Harry said in surprise.

"Come in," we heard Dumbledore's calm voice from behind the door.

"Ahh, Harry, Amy, I've been expecting you, sit down," he gestured towards the two empty chairs in front of his desk.

"You have?" I asked uncertintly as we sat in the two chairs that were awfully close to each other, with our hands still linked.

"Yes, that is assuming that you have come here because you have kissed and now feel a connection between each other and can hear each others thoughts and you want to know why. Am I correct?"

"Yes exactly, how did you know?"

"I have a certain Divination teacher that tells me some interesting things. What you have is called Amour Vrai, or more commonly known as true love. It is a magic beyond even what I can do. We have come across a problem though."

"What is it?" we both asked at the same time.

"You can not abuse your privilage and you can't tell anyone about it. No Harry, not even Ron or Hermione, and Amy, not even Isabella or Jake. Is that understood?"

"Yes Professor," we replied in unision.

'This isn't fair, why can't we tell our friends?' Harry protested to me.

'Dumbledore obviously has his reasons, even though we may not like them, we can't break his rules,' I replied.

"Alright, you two may want to get to bed now," Dumbledore said, completely oblivious to the internal debate we were having.

We walked back to the common room silently.

'What do you think his reasons are?' Harry asked, interrupting the thoughts I was trying to keep private.

'I dunno, but they better be good, this is going ot be hard.'

"Good night babe," I said when we hugged once we had reached the common room.

"Night love," we kissed before we parted.

After I had changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed I lie awake, thinking of what I so longed to tell Isabella.

'Amy are you still awake?' I heard Harry ask.

'Yeah, babe, what is it?' I replied soundlessly.

'I love you.'

'I love you, too,' was all I thought before I fell to sleep.