The door slammed behind her. Before she had time to do anything she felt herself being Apparated to Voldemort's side. "I can't believe that we have to have another meeting so quickly. So you're back with Harry Potter." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. He knows.

"You killed Malfoy, my Lord, so I assumed that you wanted me to get close to Harry Potter again."

"Liar! I told you why I killed him! It was not so that you could fraternize with Harry Potter!"

"But we need to do the task. How do you expect me to complete the task if Harry Potter does not trust me?"

"How dare you talk back to me! Crucio!" Once again Roxie fell to her knees as the pain hit her. Unable to control herself, Roxie screamed in agony. "Do you like that Roxie? Would you like some more?" Don't say anything. It's what He wants. Roxie stood up. She looked up at him defiantly. "Now I believe that that will suffice for tonight. Goodbye, my dear." He waved his wand and she was back in her room. His high-pitched laughter rang in her ears. Her knees shook as she stood up, the lingering effects of the Cruciatus Curse. I don't care what he says, I'm staying with Harry. As proof of this statement she ran downstairs to Harry. He was waiting for her, sitting on the couch. Ron and Hermione had moved back over to him. He seemed to be explaining something to them.

"I believe her."

"But why, mate?" Ron still wasn't convinced.

"I don't know, I guess it's like Hermione says, I love her." He gave a small shrug.

"And I love you too." Roxie rushed over and kissed him. When they pulled away Hermione was smiling, tears in her eyes. Ron, however, still looked skeptical. Roxie sat down on the couch, next to Harry. He draped his arm across her shoulders and she rested her head on his chest. She could hear the beat of his heart. It was comforting.

"Ron, I love her and if you can't deal with that then I can't deal with you." Roxie beamed up at him.

"I thought friends mattered more to you than girls!" Ron sounded furious.

"She's not just some girl. She could be the one I spend the rest of my life with!" Roxie sat up, Hermione's gasped, and Ron's bottom jaw dropped. Harry's face flushed.

"Well I hope you two are happy!" Ron turned and walked out of the portrait hole, Hermione following behind him. Roxie and Harry were alone. Roxie sat staring at Harry and he avoided her gaze.

"Sorry about him. He can be a right git sometimes."

"Did you mean it?"

"What?"

"Did you mean it when you said that I could be the one you spend the rest of your life with?" Harry took her hand.

"Of course I did. I'm not saying that we should get married today, but I've never felt like this about anyone before. I don't know it's just a gut feeling. It's almost as if we're meant to be together. Don't you feel it?" Roxie couldn't speak. All she could manage was a small nod. Harry kissed her and then wrapped his arms around her. They sat on the couch, gazing into the fire, until they saw Ron and Hermione enter the common room. Ron stalked up the stairs without a word, but Hermione called "Goodnight." And then left. Feeling that they should go to bed too, Roxie and Harry kissed one last time and then walked up their respective staircases to go to bed.

Hermione was already in bed when Roxie went upstairs. She doesn't want to talk. I totally understand that. I feel like that sometimes. Roxie changed and then she too lay down. She cleared her mind before she went to sleep, so that there would be no intrusions.

The next morning Roxie woke up early. Hermione had already left the room, so Roxie walked down to the common room. Hermione and Ron sat curled up together in a corner, but Ron tore his eyes off Hermione long enough to shoot Roxie a hateful look before turning and kissing Hermione.

"Hey, you." Roxie felt arms wrap around her and light kisses fell on her neck.

"Hey," she spun around and kissed Harry on the lips. After a minute, they broke apart. "You ready to go to breakfast?" Roxie called to Hermione. She nodded and the two of them led their boyfriends down to the Great Hall.

They ate breakfast in silence and then walked to Charms. They were practicing the Multiplying Charm. Each student was given a grape and then told to multiply it into a whole bunch of grapes. Neville had just waved his wand a little too enthusiastically and had aimed at the table instead of the grape. Because he still had not mastered the spell, the table burst into flames. Students around him were shrieking and attempting to distance themselves from the burning table. Tiny Professor Flitwick was attempting to douse the flames with a steady stream of water that was pouring from his wand. The class was a perfect chance to have a conversation without being overheard.

"So…erm…Roxie you know what tomorrow is right?" Harry asked, nervously.

"Uh…Saturday?" Roxie tried.

"Well, yeah, but I actually meant…the date of tomorrow." Today is February 13 which means that tomorrow is the fourteenth, which means…

"Valentine's Day."

"Um…yeah…so I was wondering if you would…well…I was wondering if you would go on a…erm….Valentine's date with me."

"Of course." Roxie threw her arms around Harry and kissed him. A bang broke them apart. This time it was Dean who had caused the disturbance. His wand was pointing at the grape which was now swelling. It was the size of a basketball now.

"Everyone out of the classroom now! Quick before it blows!" Professor Flitwick squeaked. Roxie put her books in her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She and Harry laughed and then left the class, hand-in-hand.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Everything went right, or at least Roxie seemed to think so. Even Potions was tolerable. When Snape tried to pick on Roxie and comment on her dreadful attempt at her potion, Roxie just smiled and promised that she would try better next time.

At dinner she smiled at everyone, even Ron. Ron looked at her as if she was mad. Maybe she was, but she didn't care. I have a date with Harry tomorrow. A real date. And I don't think that Voldemort has found out yet. She fell asleep that night, imagining what the date was going to be like tomorrow.

The next morning when she woke up, Hermione was already awake, sitting on her bed, gazing into her wardrobe as if hoping it would talk to her. "Umm…Hermione…what are you doing?" Roxie asked as she stretched and walked to her own wardrobe.

"Well Ron and I have a date today and I don't know what to wear. I want it to be really special, but all I brought really were my school robes and pajamas." Hermione frowned, as if cursing herself for not thinking ahead. Roxie yawned, reached into her wardrobe and then threw a skimpy blue top to Hermione.

"Wear this with jeans, surely you have those."

"Are you sure?" Hermione was eyeing the top.

"Positive, it will drive Ron wild." Roxie selected a red top and jeans for herself and she and Hermione dressed. Hermione stretched and pulled the top, as if hoping that it would cover more. "You look great Hermione. Now we need to do something special with your hair." Roxie waved her wand and Hermione's hair was in an elegant bun. With another wave of her wand, Roxie's hair was half up. "There. We look gorgeous. Are you ready to go knock them dead?" The two girls laughed. It wasn't time for their dates though, that wasn't until the night. So they sat, adding finishing touches and giggling until it was five o clock. They gave each other a hug and then walked down to the common room where their boyfriends were waiting, staring daggers at each other. Ron had a bouquet of rose clutched in his hand and Harry had…"Daisies, my favorite." Roxie kissed him and took the flowers. She waved her wand and sent them upstairs to a vase of water.

"You look great."

"Thanks, so do you." Harry was wearing black jeans and a button down shirt.

"Are you ready?" Roxie nodded eagerly and Harry grabbed her hand, leading her out of the portrait hole.

"So where are we going?" Roxie was curious. Where did people go on dates within Hogwarts?

"You'll see." Harry just kept walking. Finally they reached an area. On one wall hung a tapestry showing Barnabas the Barmy attempting to train trolls for ballet. The opposite wall was blank. "Stand here," Harry commanded.

"Harry what…" Harry had started pacing. He walked past Roxie once, twice, three times.

"There." Harry pointed to the blank bit of wall behind Roxie. When she turned it wasn't blank though, a door had appeared. He held the door open. "After you." Roxie walked in. The room was gorgeous. It was dimly let. In the middle was a table with candles and a dinner set up. Off to the side, soft music tinkled from within a weird box-like object. "Do you like it?"

"I love it…it's so…romantic." Roxie planted a quick kiss on Harry. "But how did you do all this?"

"It's called the Room of Requirements. You pass by the piece of wall three times thinking about what you need, in our case a romantic room, and then it turns into what you need." He pulled out one of the chairs and indicated that Roxie should sit down. She obliged. He sat down across from her. They had a nice dinner by candlelight. They joked and laughed. When all the food had disappeared, Harry stood up and held out his hand for Roxie. "Do you want to dance?" She smiled and took his hand. He put her hand behind his head. She locked her hands behind his neck. His hands were on her waist. He kissed her lightly. They danced through one song, two. "I love you Roxie," Harry whispered.

"I love you too." The two of them kissed and then the pain began. Roxie winced.

"Did I step on your toe?" Harry looked down, concerned.

"No. It's getting kind of late. I think we should get going."

"Yeah you're right." Harry took Roxie's hand and led her back to the common room. They said goodnight. Then Harry kissed her once more and disappeared up the stairs. Roxie didn't go upstairs though. She ran back out of the portrait hole and to a deserted corridor. She extracted the vial from her back pocket.

Once again she found herself in front of Lord Voldemort. "Hello, my Lord." Roxie sank into a bow.

"Stand up, girl! I believe I told you not to fraternize with Harry Potter, yet it seems that you and he had a little date tonight. Perhaps you need reminding yet again."

"No…" but Roxie's plea was cut off by her scream. The white hot pain enveloped her. Her body filled with it. She could think of nothing else, but getting rid of the pain and then it was gone.

"Now go back to Hogwarts. Complete the task. And don't ever make me remind you again." Roxie fell onto her bed, full clothed and fell asleep for a fitful night, full of nightmares. Most of them showed Voldemort taking Harry from her.

The next morning Roxie woke up. Hermione was still asleep, it seemed that she had had a late night last night. Roxie showered and dressed and then walked down to the common room. Harry was sitting on the couch, reading a book about Quidditch and eating a bagel. He handed one to Roxie and she ate it. When they were done he looked down into her eyes. "Last night was amazing. I had so much fun," Roxie gushed.

"Me too. But it's impossible not to have an amazing time when I'm with you."