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August 27
Dear Harry,
We were in New York again but this time, you wanted me to ice skate.
I've told you over and over again that I didn't know how to ice skate, that I was as graceful as Hagrid when he's completely sloshed and I told you that again as you put on your skates and handed me mine.
You just laughed though, giving me that lopsided grin, saying, "I've never been ice skating before. The least you can do is take me this once. Besides, you're not not graceful. I've seen you dance before. How come you can dance but you can't skate?"
I frowned at you and told you there was a difference between dancing on solid ground with your center of gravity firmly in place and skating on breakable ice on two thin lines of metal when there was a great chance that you'll break something.
"Oh come on," you said, pulling me to my feet. I wobbled but you held onto me firmly.
I was still fussing when you dragged me onto the ice, skating backwards. Glaring at you I said that I thought you said you'd never been ice skating before. You grinned that cocky grin of yours and said, "I did say that, but I didn't say that I wasn't good at it."
You held on tightly to my hands, pulling me as I wobbled and shook. I fell forward into your arms, telling you I was not having fun. You simply smiled again, helping me stand up straight and slipping your arm around my waist while hold the other hand. I leaned into you, enjoying the closeness and the safety even though I didn't like to skate.
"What have you been up to?" I asked me.
I told you that I was working at Flourish and Blotts with Hermione but that I hated it. I would never tell her that though, seeing as how she got me the job. Sure, I loved books but that didn't mean I wanted to spend all of eternity around them.
"You should do what you like to do, then," Harry said. "You like to dance, I know. Why don't you do that?"
I told you I wasn't good enough, but you shook your head saying, "You're a very good dancer, Kat. I've seen you dance."
I blushed slightly . . . at least until you started to speed up. I asked you what you thought you were doing. You grinned deviously, loosening your grip from around my waist. I screamed your name as you attempted to spin me around. Of course, the spin was unsuccessful and we both ended up falling into the snow that surrounded the icy lake.
I tried to frown at you, but your laughter was contagious and I couldn't help but laugh with you. We laughed until our sides hurt and tears ran down our faces. Sitting up, I took the ice skates off and slipped my boots back on. You did the same, grinning at me.
"Told you you'd like ice skating," you said.
Rolling my eyes, I told you I only liked it this time because I didn't seem to break anything. You smiled, leaning towards me and kissing me.
"Get some rest, Kat," you said. "You've got work in the morning."
I woke up then, feeling slightly cold as if I had actually been outside skating. Right now, I've got my sweater on because I felt so cold but I'm happy. Even if I don't have you for real.
See you next time Harry.
Love,
Katrina