Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Harry Potter.

A/N: So sorry it took so long. I've been having trouble coming up with ideas lately because I've been sick. Thanks for your patience and for waiting.

"Let me take you somewhere."

I stared at the phone incredulously.

I hardly ever used the phone. I had one but only because Hermione refused to come over to my apartment without giving me a ring first. So when my phone had rung, scaring the magic out of me, I hadn't known what was going on. I thought it was some kind of alarm was going off.

Anyway, the ringing stopped but almost a second later it started up again and I finally realized it was the phone.

Getting up off the floor (because I got so scared I fell off my bed; thank Merlin Ashley and Samantha weren't here) and back onto my bed, I reached over and grabbed the phone, saying hello.

And that's when Harry told me to let him take me somewhere.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Of course," he said and I could almost hear that despicable, crooked smile that he always wore.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Potter," I responded, situating myself more comfortably on the bed.

"Aww, come on, Kat. You've been here almost a week now and haven't probably left your hotel. I know that guy works you hard but this is a great break. Let me show you around New York City."

"Oh yes, because, seeing as how you've been here a year I'm sure you know this whole place by heart."

There was a long silence on Harry's end. When he spoke again, his voice was sharp and firm. "Katrina, I know you're probably never going to forgive me for what I did to you. But I'm going to try and make it up to you the best way I can because I love you. . . . I'll be over at your place in twenty minutes so you might as well get dressed in your winter clothes because we are going out. . . . See you in twenty."

And he hung up on me.

I stared at the phone again, surprised.

He hung up on me.

I huffed, slamming down the phone in an attempt to make me feel better but it didn't work. Especially, since technically, I was slamming the phone on myself.

Glaring at my wall for a minute, before standing up and pulling some jeans from my drawer.

Exactly twenty minutes later, Harry Potter was standing at my door, wearing a trench coat and a smile. "Hullo, Kat," he said.

I frowned at him, stepping forward and closing my door behind me. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," he said, grinning. He reached over, taking my gloved hand in his.

I let him lead me out of the hotel and into the cold. "I can't believe I'm letting you drag me out here."

"It's because you love me." He smiled over at me but I turned my head away, trying not to look at him. Why on earth did he have to be so damn cute?

Harry reached into his pocket with his free hand, pulling out a piece of black cloth. "What's that for?" I asked as he pulled me to a stop.

"It's for the surprise," Harry responded, going behind me and tying the cloth around my eyes.

I sighed, irritably. "Harry this is absolutely ridiculous! What on earth do you think you're doing?"

"Well you relax? Just trust me okay."

Needless to say I was having a horrible time. I stumbled a lot, only having Harry's hand to hold me steady. I was cold and tired and yet here I was letting Harry drag me along.

I suppose I could have said no, if I really didn't want to leave the room, but like I said, no will power, whatsoever.

We walked in silence for a moment, because I was fuming and Harry was particularly delighted with his little scheme. It wasn't until about ten minutes later when Harry pulled off my blindfold saying, "Ta da."

"Oh no way, Harry," I said, turning to him. "You know I don't know how to ice skate."

"Come on, Kat," Harry said, grabbing my arm and pulling me to plop down on a bench. He pulled out his wand and transfigured his boots into ice skates. "I've been practicing. I'll make sure you don't fall. Besides, we've got the lake to ourselves. That's a once in a lifetime experience! Just do this with me, please?"

He pointed his wand towards my shoes, waiting, that stupid puppy dog expression on his face. I frowned at him, sighing and crossing my arms across my chest. "Fine," I said.

Harry grinned, waving his wand and transfigure my shoes before sticking it back into his jacket. He stood to his feet, holding out his hand to me. Hesitantly I took it, letting him pull me to my feet.

I wobbled out onto the ice with Harry, clutching onto his arm with a death grip. "I've got you, Kat, don't worry," he said, softly.

On the ice, he held me by my hands at arm's length, pulling me forward. I leaned forward, shaking on my feet. Harry smiled at me, pulling me forward into his arms during my moment of weakness. When I looked up at him, ready to frown, but I realized I couldn't. Not when he was looking at me like that, like I was the only person in the world. "I'm not going to let go, Kat," he said.

I let him drag me again, as I clutched onto him and enjoyed his wonderful warmth. It had been so long since I felt this sort of comfort and embrace.

Harry kissed the top of my head, holding me tighter as we drifted across the snow on wobbly feet (though Harry was much steadier than me).

A small smile came to my face as I leaned further into him.

Okay, so maybe I didn't hate him.

Maybe I was pissed off at him.

But like all my letters had said, I could never stop loving my Harry.

. . . . Even if he was a complete and total git.