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A/N: The final chapter is here! I changed the point of view, and in the middle, she's writing a sort of journal entry. I want to thank Momo, who I modelled Rhiann after, and to all the lovely people who reviewed this story, thank you guys so much: Jim's Leopard Sweater, amythestpony, rhinopants, beakittycat, Miss Wheazy, Violet Fire Krazed, metalchick18, electric-monk14, and RyaneNight92. Enjoy!

Chapter 12 – Time of Summer

I watched them leave the room, sighing, still trying to remember what happened. The longer I thought about it, the more my head started to hurt. I winced in pain and the nurse (what was her name again…Madame…Madame Pompfrey! That's it!) hurried over to me, made me gulp down medicine I'm sure was acid and told I should start to remember things soon. I just hope she's right.

It's been five months since I fell in the hallway. I remember the accident clearly now, and I started remembering everyone a few days after being in the Hospital Wing. My memories are gone; everything before the age of ten is a complete blur and I can't remember many details of recent events. Hermione and Ginny told me that I used to date Ron, though no one will tell me why we broke up. It doesn't matter anyway, as he's practically my brother. And speaking of family, Tay is coming to England to study aboard. Hermione, Ginny and I are planning to spend a few weeks with her in London once school ends in two weeks.

Heather, who I completely forgot about, came to see me in the Hospital Wing and said she was sorry for what happened, and by the look on her face I don't think she was just talking about my fall, and we caught up on each others lives. We decided we could never be best-best friends again but there was still friendship between us.

That's all that's going on right now…oh! Well, there is one more thing I should write about. Falling on my head erased some of my memories but it opened my eyes to Greg's feelings for me.

It all started when I was woken up from my nap, two days before I was let out of the Hospital Wing, by three voices. I realized it was Ron's voice and was about to open my eyes when I heard Greg's voice too, and was suddenly aware of someone's hand holding my own. They still thought I was asleep, so I listened to their conversation. What else was I supposed to do, Madame Pompfrey had forbidden me to get out of bed since Ginny and I tried to sneak past her to go and see Ron and I fell right as she walked out of her office.

I didn't have to pretend long, they didn't say much but I still didn't open my eyes. I was pondering whose hand was on mine when I heard Ron say: "Are you ever going to tell her Greg?"

And then Greg replied, "I don't know. But I do know she has no idea how I feel." Then Harry said, "Well, we better go. She'll wake up soon since she's been sleeping for a few hours. Come on." I heard footsteps, the door being opened and Greg calling out "You go on with out me, I want to be here when she wakes up."

The hand hadn't moved and I realized it was Greg who was holding it. So, was I the "she" they were talking about? That means…oh my god! Greg likes me! Well, it was true that I had had no idea. I had always just thought of him as one of my best friends. Though he was really cute, and recently my heart rate would increase slightly when ever he came over to me.

I heard him whisper softly while stroking my hand with his thumb, "One day I'll tell you how I feel Rhiann. How I've felt since I first met you in our first year."

Okay, so I didn't really notice his feelings, more like he told me straight out even though he thought I was asleep. That night when Hermione and Ginny came to see me after dinner, I told them what happened. It had caused squeals (Ginny) and schemes (Hermione).

That was almost five months ago. And neither of us has said anything, though I'm sure I like him as much as he likes me. I just don't know how to tell him.

The afternoon orange and pink of the sky forced me into my sitting position on the window still of the Hufflepuff common room, sketch pad and pastels on my lap. I didn't have to worry about studying for the O.W.L.s anymore since school was ending tomorrow. My trunk was packed, surprisingly, and the only thing I had left to was try and capture the scene outside. It wasn't working out; the pastels couldn't capture how amazing it looked outside. Frustrated, I ripped the page from the book and pulled a pencil from my bag, beginning to sketch my pink converse.

I didn't even have the outline when I heard a familiar laugh and turned my head to see Greg sitting in the chair next to the wall, opposite of where I sat on the still. His legs were draped over one arm of the comfy red chair and he was examining the pastel sheet I just thrown on the floor.

"What's so funny about my sunset" I asked as I put my sketch pad next to my bag and stood up, trying to grab the page from him.

He smiled, his green-brown eyes sparkling with amusement as he replied "Oh, nothing"

I stepped closer to him and leaned in, my face only inches from his and I grabbed the sheet out of his hand. His face was still pink with surprise and I giggled inwardly.

I turned and was about to run to the black sofa when I stopped in my tracks by arms encircling my waist and lifting me in the air. Since when was Greg so strong? The common room was a blur of black, yellow, red and brown as he spun me. My head was just starting to ache when I was suddenly flung down on the silky soft sofa and I had to close my eyes from the dizziness.

When I re-opened them, a pair of eyes was centimetres from my own. Now it was my turn to blush; only it increased ten-fold when I leaned forward an inch and Greg's lips touched mine. The spark was so intense we pulled apart, both of our faces filled with embarrassment.

And before I could even blink, he crashed his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he leaned over me, laying me on the couch, placing his hands on my waist. Good thing everyone had just left for dinner. The kiss soon became very heated as I titled my head and Greg's tongue licked my bottom lip. The need for oxygen was too great to resist anymore and we broke apart for the first time in what seemed like hours, our faces flushed.

Greg pulled me up so were both sitting facing each other. He lifted my chin to look me straight in the eye. Was he going to…

"Rhiann, I…I have to tell you something."

My heart beat was going faster, and I felt myself leaning forward waiting for some confession.

"Do you remember the first day of Hogwarts, our first year? I never told you, but I was staring at you because, I couldn't stop staring at you. It was that night that I realized that, that I…I really like you."

I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding in. My heart burst with joy, and my eyes must have shown it because Greg grinned at me.

"You don't know how happy this makes me. I've liked you for some time now too. Though," I laughed and put my arms around his neck again "you kind of beat me by five years."

He pressed his lips softly against mine and smiled. "Just by a little bit."

I laughed again and went to get up, but was forced back down on the couch. His hand was laced with mine and I yanked him up with me, resulting in him falling on the floor. What can I say, my strength exceeds my looks. Though I didn't think he would yank his arm making me fall to the ground too. My expression was shocked and I felt my mouth hanging open at the surprise. I could just picture myself as Greg and I erupted in laughter.

My sides were aching and there wasn't enough air to fill my lungs. We laughed so hard, we were both silent with our mouths wide open and our eyes shut. And I couldn't help but think, how happy I felt.

END

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Wayward Victorian Girl