Or what would have happened with John and Ginny. winkwink
The next day mostly everyone was back to normal except if you count being on hangovers normal.
Every one that is, except for me because besides from being hangover, I felt disgusted with myself.
I must of taken a thousand showers since I spent that night with Ron.
We both weren't able to look each other in the eye since that Christmas night. Sure, I thought I fancied him before. But are totally different. I have changed so much, but still my stomach has a sickening feeling that I can not get rid of.
So while I was still disgusted with myself the days went by and soon it was New Years Eve.
Every one was partying up, that is every one except me.
But the all of a sudden Harry's pulling me towards the door.
Then he starts kissing me slowly.
He kissed a way I've never been kissed before he kissed with...love.
So, I kiss the love right back to him and we both are locked in a passionate embrace.
But then Harry stops kissing and hugs me tighter.
I try to ask him why he stopped but before I can ask, I feel like I'm being sucked in to nothingness.
Pop
He had apparated both of us to a beach somewhere.
I could tell it was in America because the sun was just setting.
But then we both land on the sand and…
Harry and I were both suddenly locked in an intimate lip lock.
I didn't know if it was me or Harry that made the first move, but I didn't care at the moment.
It was something I never felt before. So many things were going through my mind, but I couldn't grasp any of it.
That doesn't even make sense!
That's the best I can it explain though.
Harry laid me down on the bed, our lips still magnetized together.
He lifted his head and looked directly into my eyes.
He took off his glasses, and began kissing me again.
The next thing I knew we were undressing each other, and finally both of us were wearing nothing.
He was on top of me, rubbing his body to mine.
My body was craving his. I put my arms underneath his arms, and held on to his back with my hands.
I was hoping not to scratch his back with my nails, so I brushed his hair with them.
At last, I felt him moving inside me.
Harry began to moan fiercely into my ear.
I let out a murderous scream when he began pressing himself in more.
He resisted getting up off of me, but I didn't want him to.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked quickly.
"No, no," I said, quite embarrassed.
"Are you sure?" he asked, holding my face in his hand.
"Yes, I'm fine" I assured him.
After making sure I was fine, He apparate us, yet again, to a cabin somewhere.
He then starts kissing me again.
The rest of the night went in a flash, but what I remember the most was that I was sure of my relationship with Harry.
Harry wasn't my friend, he was my love.
Although it took me seven years, I realized that we were meant for each other.
But yet she dreaded the fact that she was gonna have to tell the others this.
especially...RON.