I woke up the next morning, feeling incredibly rested. As I stretched, I noticed a figure beside me. Harry's. It was warm, and comforting. I leaned down over him, my fingers gently brushing through his hair. "If only…If only I hadn't run away from you," I thought, closing my eyes and remembering.
"Govette, I just..I just don't know. Maybe we should spend sometime apart. You know, we had so much time together this summer and this year, that maybe we need a break." He said as Ginny slung her arm around his shoulders. "What he means, Govette…Is that he's found someone. Someone else. Someone better than you." Harry sighed deeply, and looked down but moved his arm around her. "Maybe it shouldn't just be a break. Maybe it should be a little more permanent. I don't mean to be cold, or cruel." He said, softly. I could feel the cold tears streaming down my face already. It was no use to stand here and be mutilated, heart and soul-like. Well, let him be gone. Bloody chip off my shoulder I never needed anyway.
He stirred, and I quickly drew back. Slowly, his eyes opened and moved to me, and he propped himself up on his elbows. "How long have you been up?" He asked, and I shrugged..
"Five or ten minutes, give or take a few seconds." I murmured, stretching again. I wanted to curl back up in that bed, where demons and Malfoy were far away, with Harry beside me and the soft whistle of snow to calm me. I grabbed Harry's hand as he stood up. He looked back towards me.
"What?" He asked, not un-kindly.
"Lay with me. Please?" I asked, feeling pathetic and emotional at the same time. I didn't know how he would react until he climbed back into bed and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Like this?" He said, gently. I could feel his hot breath against my forehead and I slowly looked up. In these few moments, I could pretend that we were together again. Not just Govette Adams and Harry Potter, but Govette and Harry. Just like it had been, almost five years ago. I could almost hear the laughter and feel the warmth that had accepted me those years. And the kisses, and the touches, and the way Harry made me feel so complete. Now I felt like a puzzle, missing a piece. Or several, actually. I hadn't been able to cry since Seventh year. It was as if everything just…shut off. I couldn't hear other people's words, and it was like I had become undead. Nothing would function. It was almost impossible to feel emotion. And that was why I was a perfect Auror. I wouldn't think twice about killing some demon. Or death eater. If I strained my ears I could hear his heartbeat and mine, slowly syncing. Before it was just one beat almost, in perfect sync. Like it should have been. Like it would have been. But now is now, Govette. And we must think like now. So let us think like now, and go back to reality. Please?
"We should get up," He murmured, into my hair.
"Its been two hours now." He said, and pressed a kiss to my temple. I couldn't help but smile, as I slowly pulled back.
"Thank you," I said, and Harry's lips curved into a smile. A genuine smile, that glittered in his eyes and caused his lips to tilt the most awkward way. I loved that smile.
"It wasn't just for you." He murmured, and stood. He walked towards the bathroom and I watched, feeling happy, and - for once – not empty. I lay back in the bed, and stared up at the grey sky, watching snow flakes fall silently in the Irish hills, and listening to the soft pitter-patter of the shower turning on. I moved my hand to where Harry's head had been just moments ago and stared at it, my eyes closing and opening slowly in calmness and love. In these few moments, I realized something.
I still loved him.