To emeraldsgem:

Thank you so very much for sticking too it,

and Harry does need a slap! But don't worry, some G/H goodness is coming soon. Promise. )

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As I walked downstairs, Harry greeted me by waving me over to the window.

"Harry," I murmured softly as I sat down in the window-seat beside him, of whom he stared out the window, pulling a blanket over us both. I squirmed nervously. My heart was skipping beats. I ignored it before, but now it was getting very hard to ignore. So very hard. I wanted to grab his sweater and just kiss him. But I couldn't. Ignoring him for a few brief moments, I fiddled with the button on my cardigan, thinking and staring off into space. "Harry, will you tell me when you have your first kiss?' I asked. Harry looked taken aback.

"I don't see why not, but it's so very sudden. We don't even know when," He said, with a sigh.

"Tonight we are announcing the winners of the Tri-Wizard Tournament tonight!" Dumbledore said in good spirits. I had been studying when Cedric had gone to enter his name. I looked over at Cedric, who was grinning broadly as he waited. The flames turned a crimson red, and shined over Harry's face, casting an almost eeriness over him. I shivered.

"Viktor Krum!" The whole room when up into a roar of applause, and I tapped my hands together softly. I didn't much like the boy – Hermione seemed very fond of him though. "Cedric Diggory!" I clapped harder.

"Fleur Delacour!" We contuined to clap.

"That is al—" He was cut off by yet another name protruding from the fire. 'Harry..Potter." He finished angrily. My heart plummeted.

I paced in the Great Hall, long after everyone else had left. They hadn't released Harry yet, and when they did, he looked exhausted. I grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him angrily. He looked at me, tiredly. I immediately lost the angriness and brought him into my arms. "You'll be alright," I said, into his ear, more for my benefit than his, and I pulled back, helping him up the stairs. When he woke up, he wasn't much better, but a little peppier.

"Govette?' He asked as I turned to him. I smiled, and opened my mouth to reply before Harry quieted me by bringing my into his arms and smiling.

"I'll be alright," He breathed. I felt like crying. I had felt like crying since that night. He was at risk. I loved him. My heart snapped. I really did love him. No one would believe me though, and certainly he wouldn't either. Sighing, I pulled back and kissed his forhead, and his scar, and he gave this pleased expression and hugged me again.

I swept away my tears as I walked down to the stands, and I took a surprised gasp when I saw something. Dragons. DRAGONS? Good lord, they really weren't lying. I searched desperately for Harry, before I moved under the stands, ringing my hands. Someone's hand layed on my shoulder. "He'll be fine." It was pale, and slender. Much like..

"Draco?" I asked, turning. He stood there, in front of me. Diginified, except for the 'POTTER STINKS' pin, of which I snatched off and threw to the ground. He smirked, "Still hung up on him? I was hoping you wouldn't be. Yule Ball and all that jazz," He said, running a hand through his blonde hair.

"What do you mean by 'Yule Ball and all that jazz'?"

Draco stepped forward, laying a slender hand on my waist, gripping it gently. "I was going to ask you, but since.."

"Oh shove off," I glared, shoving his hand away with annoyance.

"I don't have time for you." I said, whipping around. Draco grabbed me by my shoulder and whipped me around, into his arms. I tried to pull back, but he pushed our lips together in a crushing kiss. He tasted like cinnamon and hot chocolate. He was stronger than me, and managed to hold me there for quite a long time, before he pulled back, looking me in my eyes.

"Well?" He asked, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Pathetic." I murmured, moving away and stepping to the stands, just as I saw Harry step out. I kept my hands firmly together, because I wanted to wave to him. But I mustn't distract him.

I sobbed as he walked off. It'd been excruciating for me. I rushed towards the tents, to see him get the large gash on his shoulder healed. I stood in the doorway, wiping my eyes. Harry waited impatiently for Madam Promfrey to finish before he drew me close.

"I'm alright. I'm alive. Look, I've still got a pulse, why are you crying? Calm down. I'm here. I'm right here," He murmured, into my hair as I held onto him tightly. I never wanted to let him go. He kept murmuring things in my hair before I hear the familiar click pffsh snap! of a camera.

"Wait until they see this," Rita Skeeter said, with a determined look on her face. I whipped around, and Harry looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"What?" I asked, wiping my eyes.

"Well, how does it feel to be Harry Potter's love interest?" She said, whipping out her quick notes quill.

"I-I'm not his girlfriend!" I stammered nervously, as I backed up with every step she took towards me.

"In denial are we? Oh, look. Here comes Prof—"

"Stop interrogating these students right now. You have no right to be in here. Leave, Skeeter." For once, I was glad Professor McGonagall had stepped in. Harry still stood there, out of place. I moved back to him.

That night was tiring. That whole week was tiring. Everything was talk about Golden Eggs. I sat in Harry's dorm, fiddling with a button on my jacket, sighing as Harry eyed the golden egg before he set it down with a clatter on his bed stand before he looked up at me.

"I'm all yours today. What do you want to do? I promise, no talk of the Tri-Wizard Tournament or anything of the sort. Promise!" He said, standing up as he threw a cloak over his shoulders and looked out the window.

"Lets go to.." I said, furrowing my brow as I strained to think. "Lets stay right here." I said. I looked over at Harry, and he nodded.

"It is rather rainy outside.." He said, with a grin as he sat down in an armchair, and I sat down across from him.

"So, Harry…How's..er..Cho?" I asked, quietly.

"I wouldn't know. Are you still going with me to the Yule Ball?" He asked, just as quiet.

"Yes, why? Do you want to ca—"

"No, of course not. I was worried you might be going with someone else," He stated, and he looked over at me. Our eyes caught for a moment, and a few moments more. Moments turned into minutes, and I tore my gaze away finally.

"What..What just happened?" Harry asked, quietly. I shook my head.

The night of the Yule Ball had arrived. I nervously smoothed out my simple black dress, running a hand through my slightly curled hair, which lay neatly around my elbows. Taking a deep breath, I proceeded to walk down the dorm stairs, my red flats making hardly no noise against the marble as I saw Harry. My heart nearly stopped. I walked over to him, tapping his shoulder.

He turned around, "You look..You look –"

"Boring? I kn—"

"No..You look..so..I.." He said, before he took a deep breath. "You look spectacular." He finished, with a weak smile. "So do you." I said, as I saw Hermione receive a glare from Ron, who tugged at the lacy frills.

Harry and I didn't dance very much. Through a waltz or two, something slow and easy, yes. In the others, we took the time to drink the punch and talk. I smiled as we sat together, and Ron joined us, boredly, and Hermione suddenly appeared from the crowd. "Isn't it wonderful?" Hermione said, dreamily before she went to get a glass of punch.

"Bloody hell, what has gotten into her?" Ron said, angrily.

"Well, Ron. It's called happiness. You should try it sometime." I snapped at him, and Harry laughed.

Harry and I left soon after, and when we arrived at the common room. We looked at each other nervously before I leaned up and pecked his cheek.

"Tonight was wonderful, thank you." I said, with a smile. It really couldn't have ended better than that.