After the Cho incident, we were both very quiet. It hadn't been this tense before, ever. We both gave a sigh of relief as we saw the train slowly pull up to the platform, and both of us leapt up, moving towards the door. I grabbed Harry's hand, and he turned towards me.
"What's wrong?" He asked, and I hugged him tightly. He looked a little confused, but hugged back before we both ran off the train. Hermione and Ron were close behind us, bickering. I rolled my eyes with a smile before I clambered into a carriage, helping Hermione in as Harry leapt up into it with ease, sitting beside Ron as Hermione sat beside me. Both of them refused to look at each other.
Dinner was wonderful. Everyone went to bed content, full and warm. Except me and Harry didn't go to bed as quickly as everyone else. We sat together on the couch, talking about our summers.
"Hmm. Mine was boring," I replied, with a shrug before my eyes caught with his. I felt like leaning forward, but I didn't. I simply tore my eyes away from his.
"I-It's getting pretty late," I stated, standing as Harry sighed. It sounded like it was a disappointing sigh.
"I suppose," He muttered, standing before he drew me close to him, and ducked down, as if he were going to kiss me. I closed my eyes, as I felt his lips fall upon my cheek. We both pulled away, laughing nervously.
"G-Goodnight," Harry stammered, before he ran up the stairs.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt perfect. Stretching, I quickly dressed and went downstairs, to be surprised by Harry fast asleep on the couch.
"Harry?" I asked, raising a brow. His eyelashes fluttered gently against his cheeks, and I took the glasses off his eyes, smiling. He stirred, stretching gently with a soft purring sound.
"Morning," He said, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he stood up, looking at me.
"Hand me my glasses, please?" He asked, pleasantly.
"You're in a perfectly good mood today," I replied, with a smile as I sat down beside him on the couch. He leaned back, placing his back over my lap and leaning his head on the arm of the couch.
"Well, it's a beautiful day." He said, with a smile. I laughed, before I knew what I was doing. My fingers were toying with that black hair of his, and he leaned into the touches. Smiling, I moved my finger down and traced his scar, raising a brow when Harry drew a sharp breath and bit his lip.
"I'm sorry, did it hurt?" I asked, frowning bitterly at myself. His eyes opened.
"No. Not at all. It…well. I should probably get dressed," He said, before standing. "How'd you end up on the couch?" I asked, and he laughed.
"Going to get dressed," He called, before he ran up the stairs.
I waited eagerly for Harry to get back. I didn't know why, but he was starting to attract me to him, and I have a feeling he knew it. As he stepped down the stairs, he was just finishing buttoning up his shirt, and throwing his cloak over his shoulders.
"Tie," I said, pointing at his shirt. He mumbled, pulling out the red and gold tie and throwing it messily around his neck, tying it as if it were a menace.
During the day, I had seen many figures that resembled Cho and Cedric. Snogging. Rather wildly.
It had become windy that day, and as me and Harry stood together by the edge of the Lake, our hands shoved in our cloak pockets happily, Cho and her gang of friends walked out of the castle, and I turned around, just in time to see Cho's hair get caught in the wind and blow into her delicate face. She laughed, her eyes closing and her mouth opening. And I realized, at that moment, why Harry liked her. She was delicate, innocent. Pretty, but not beautiful. For some reason, my heart must have plummeted fifty feet. I could never live up to that. I was odd, immoral, and stupid. I followed everything my father said. I wasn't quiet. I wasn't delicate. Hell, I wasn't even pretty. Closing my eyes, I bit my lip before I turned to Harry.
"Harry, I'm going to go." I mumbled, my eyes avoiding him. Harry turned around, confused.
"Why?" He asked, stepping closer to me as my skirt pulled at my legs. His cloak whipped around him fiercely in the wind, and I wanted to hug him tightly.
"I..just want to go," I said, stepping back nervously. My foot hit a rock and I went over, my arms going out sideways to catch myself, and I landed with a splash in the water. Harry's eyebrows raised, and he laughed outloud.
"Not funny.." I said, as I rubbed my wrist.
"It looks broken," Harry said, with a sigh as he didn't take my hand, but waded into the water and picked me up.
"I can walk!" I protested, but Harry was so warm, and that water was so cold. Harry smiled, before he set me down. I had soaked him also, my clothes being sopping wet. As we walked to the Hospital Wing, we both received odd glances. Harry pushed open the door, calling for Madam Promfrey.
"She broke her wrist," He said, delicately taking my hand as if it were a piece of fine crystal. My heart began to pound again, and I realized how silly the whole situation was. She quickly healed it with a simple spell, dried us both and sent us off to the Kitchens to drink something warm.
We both chatted on the way there, and when we arrived, Dobby rushed up to me with wide eyes.
"Missus Marvolo," He muttered, just loud enough for Harry to be able to pick up on what he said.
"What? Oh no, this is Adams. Govette Adams." He said, with confidence.
"Harry!' Dobby said worriedly, and I felt everything shatter inside. What was going on?
"She's not Adams. Oh no, she is a Marvolo. Govette Dusk Marvolo," He said, and then hovered away from me as if I were going to hit him. Harry turned round to me, eyes flashing angrily.
"You're one of them, aren't you?" He asked, grabbing my cloak tightly.
"Yes," I replied, sinking to my knees as he grabbed my cloak. "I am one of them." I said, closing my eyes.