A/N: I don't own any of the characters, blah, blah.. DON'T SUE ME!

Althought I REALLY wish I owned the sweet and sexy James Franco

Mary Jane was suddenly closer and leaning in to Harry, her hands hesitantly reaching into his thick, dark hair. "MJ…" Mary Jane didn't trust her voice, memories of Peter swimming in her mind. Yet… Peter had chosen! He had chosen Gwen, he'd made THAT quite clear in the Jazz Café that night.

Peter was only using Gwen to make me jealous.

Mary Jane took a step back, and for a minute Harry looked nervous. She couldn't do this!

Harry looked distant, looking away. Mary Jane remained silent; both avoiding each other's gaze. Harry finally turned away, numbly walking into the adjoining room.

Mary Jane put her head in her hands, tears threatening to escape.

It'd felt so perfect…

Mary Jane drew herself up, her expression blank. She numbly navigated herself into the adjoining room. Harry was standing, his back to her, his hands braced on the desk. MJ slowly reached him, putting her hand on his strong back. Harry winced and turned away. MJ looked into his eyes, her own blue wildly searching his brown. "I thought-"

"You're torturing me, MJ. Just like my father, just like Peter! Don't you see? I love you!" He turned away, his dark eyes filling with tears. "Harry, I don't want to hurt you!" He spun around, MJ gently wrapping her arms around him, intertwining them. Harry hesitantly put his hands to her face, remembering the times as his girlfriend she'd pushed him away. Would she push him away again?

I love her.

Harry gently kissed her mouth, his lips barely skimming hers. When MJ didn't pull back, Harry leaned in again, closing the gap between their bodies. He kissed her slowly, holding unto her. MJ felt the room spin, she hadn't felt so, so alive in so long.

Oh, Harry. Why did I ever push you away?

Harry and MJ broke briefly apart, MJ's eyes lighting up. "Harry." She gently touched his face, the same face that had captured and broken her heart. Now it was happening all over again. "If you leave me, I'll understand." Harry tried to smile, but his voice broke with emotion. "I'm not leaving". Harry felt MJ's slightest of touches, and her lips closing over his own. He passionately kissed her back, warmth flooding over him. For once, he didn't feel the emptiness or the stress of never being good enough or all the insecurities that'd forever weighed him down. For once, he was whole.

MJ took a step back, gently leading Harry to the couch. Harry sat down next to her, his eyes still unsure.

Poor Harry, he's had so much disappointment in his life.

She leaned over, Harry searching her eyes for permission. She made the slightest of nods, before he kissed her.