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A/N: Sorry, it's taken me a minute update. Thanks for being patient.
Harry and I sat together in a horse-drawn carriage, snow falling around us. Harry reached up and wiped snow from my hair, giving me his trademark smile.
The whole scene would have been perfect if it weren't for the fact that I was still so damn pissed off.
"Oh come on, Kat," Harry said, a moment later when he was helping me down from the carriage. "It's a beautiful evening, I have a romantic dinner waiting for us at my house, and we're together. It's perfect! Why are you so upset?"
I continued walked, ignoring him. He knew what was wrong, why I was upset. I don't know why he kept asking.
"Kat, come on, talk to me," he said, grabbing my arm.
"You just . . . didn't come back!" I said, my frustration getting the better of me. Tears blinded my vision as I yanked my arm away from him. "I know I should be past this, that I should just be happy that you're alive, but Harry . . . you didn't come back! You didn't want to come back! Not even for me?"
"I stayed away for you, Kat!" Harry said, his eyes sad. "I did it for you!"
"You did it for me? How the hell does that work, Harry! I was a wreck after you died! I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat . . . you call that helping me out!"
Harry quickly grabbed my arm again, checking around before he Apparated. We appeared in his home (penthouse) and the smell of roast beef and onions hit me in the face pleasantly, but I ignored it as Harry shouted at me.
"People were after me!"
I had been about to shout back but I stopped, confused. "What?"
Harry stepped forward, placing his hands on my shoulders. "People were after me, Kat! People who believed I wasn't dead! People who wanted me dead if I wasn't! If they had found out I was still alive, they would have killed you! That's why I couldn't come back, Kat, why I couldn't let you know I was live."
Pulling me closer to him, Harry lifted his hand, cupping my face. "I love you, Kat. I never stopped. I thought about you day and night, nonstop. I thought about how my 'death' could possibly affect you but I rather you be upset than dead."
"We could have worked through that together, Harry," I told him. "I can protect myself."
Harry smiled. "I know you can. And I'm sorry for doubting that. I know that now. I'm sorry."
Without waiting for my response, Harry leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. I pressed my hands against his stomach, intent on pushing him away but I was, um, distracted by the feel of a lovely (magnificent) washboard stomach.
Merlin bless Quidditch.
Somehow (with lots of help from me) we ended up laying down on his couch. I missed this. I missed this a whole lot.
Harry's mouth moved from mine, passing along my jaw and down to my neck. A girlish giggle escaped me and Harry chuckled, looking up at me. "Forgiven?"
I sighed, rolling my eyes slightly, but I smiled. "Yeah I suppose so."
The buzzer dinged and Harry got up, slowly, giving me one last kiss. "Okay but you're going to have to do me one favor."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Tell that guy Nathan that you have a boyfriend now. I'm tired of having to watch that guy put his hands all over you."