.::Chapter Two::.

"Now, where do I begin...Oh, yes...The carnival...June 6, 1998, it was one of those days-You knew something extraordinary would happen. The sky was dotted with stars, bright and sparkling, and the moon shone down illuminating everything. Four friends made their way towards the neon lights of the carnival-Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and...her.

They were seventeen at the time, trying to escape from the chaos of them rebuilding London, by having a night out by themselves. This was the first time could escape from their troubles. And they were determined to have a good time.

Harry rolled his eyes as he watched Luna drag Ron out onto the dance floor in front of the stage where the muggle band was playing soft ballads.

'Mione, would you like to dance?' he asked, turning to his friend. She smiled, this brilliant heart warming smile that she seemed to reserve only for him, and shook her head-Crossing her arms, and giving him a You-know-I-Don't-Dance look.

He gave her pleading eyes, and pouted, 'Mione!'

He almost stopped his melodramatic for a second to grin because of the glare she sent him-it was just too damn sexy, with her wild sex hair, beautiful determinded brown eyes, and rose petal soft pink lips; but he didn't, instead he put his best whine to use, 'Mione, I thought you loved me? And now you won't even dance with me?!'

'I can't dance!' she whispered back furiously, her cheeks flushed because of the stares she was getting from random strangers that were now shaking their heads at their public display.

'Mione why don't you love me anymore?' he yelled, and drew more glares from the people surrounding them.

'Have you gone bloody mental?' she hissed, but finally surrendered, following him to a free place of the dance floor.

He grinned as he placed both her hands on each of his shoulders. And he laughed at the red of her cheeks when his hands settled on the curves of her waist.

'Harry Potter, I swear to Merlin, that I'm gonna get you back for this' she snapped as he lead, their bodies swaying to the music, but as they turned she stepped on his foot, 'I'm not even going to apologize for that-You deserved it, I told you I can't dance.'

This time they both laughed-his was deep, and merry; hers was soft, and melodic. Both remembering fourth year's Yule Ball, when Victor Krum-her date-had complainant that his foot hurt after only a couple of dances with her.

As they danced on, she rested her head against his shoulder, he had forgotten how beautiful she had become since that first day he meet her in, his first day on the Hogwarts Express. But he hadn't forgotten how his stomach knotted up whenever he talked to her. He hadn't forgotten how even though she was one of his closest friends, that he couldn't help but want to be with her.

He, himself, had grown up since that day on the train. His jet black hair was long and unruly-like messy bedhair-and brought out the emerald color of his eyes that hide behind his glasses. The lightening shaped scar on his forehead, just another characterisitic of him by now. He had sprouted to be about six foot, and she was almost as tall at 5'8.

If you saw them though...You'd know they were a perfect fit. Not that either would admit it. No, when you had a close friendship like theirs, it's not something you want to put at risk by going out...But still, that forbidden thought was kept in the back of their minds.

I suppose, you could say, that that was long forgotten as he stared in her bright eyes, and they whispered back and forth, laughing about this or that.

And that was how the day ended, perfect as either could imagine, or so they thought. As they parted ways-Ron and Luna apparating back to their homes, and Harry walking 'Mione back to her parents home.

Harry barely noticed the towering mansion, as he walked her up to the front door. He placed a soft patient kiss upon her lips, 'Meet me tomorrow.'

A perfectly shaped eyebrow arched, 'Where?'

'Hogsmeade. Right in front of the Shrieking Shack.'

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A/N: BOLD IS HARRY MODERN DAY, & REGULAR IS THE DIARY. BIG THANKS TO MY REVIEWERS SO FAR-katastrophe AsylleClaire [[Oh...DRACO would make a perfect Lon!, & Queen Corn!!! UM...I WASN'T AS HAPPY W/ THIS CHAPTER AS I WAS WITH THE LAST-DO YOU THINK I SHOULD CHANGE IT, OR KEEP IT THE WAY IT IS? PLEASE R&R!