Disclaimer: Not mine
A/n: So, coming close to an end, but I want to thank all of those you've been there since Dear Harry. . . . You guys are fabulous.
"Come back with me, Harry."
Harry sat up, wrapping his arms loosely around his knees. I sat up too, as he looked over at me, his eyes sad.
"I don't know if I can," he said.
"Harry, please," I pleaded. "I've only got a couple more days to stay here and if you don't come back with me, I probably won't be able to see you again. We can build that house by the lake like we wanted too. And if anyone attacks us, I'm sure we can handle it."
"It's not just that, Kat," Harry said, shaking his head. "Do you realize how much Ron and Hermione will hate me when I come back?"
"Well make it up to them. I'm sure if you're in their wedding they can't hate you. Just come back with me. Please?"
"I'm sorry, Kat – Wait, where are you going?"
I had climbed off the bed, reaching for my clothes (don't get any ideas; I was wearing one of his shirts because my clothes had gotten wet in the snow). Harry climbed off the bed too, coming around to my side. He grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me towards him. "Please don't do this, Kat."
"I'm going, okay, Harry, because you obviously don't care about me."
"Don't say that. Don't you ever say that. Of course I care about you, but I can't go back to England. There are too many memories there. All that death and destruction. It's too hard."
"All you've done since we've met again is made excuse after excuse, Harry. If you don't want to be with me just tell me."
Harry stared at me shock for a moment. "I can't believe you just said that. Why are you acting like this?"
"Harry, it's been a year," I said. "You couldn't possibly understand how much Ron, Hermione, and I suffered when we lost you. And now you're back and you don't even want to really see your best friends again. You don't even want to be with me."
I pulled my sweater over my head, shivering at the feel of the cold fabric. I grabbed my jacket, heading for the door of Harry's apartment. He followed me, catching the back of my sweater and pulling me around to face him.
"Kat, please don't do this," he said, cupping my face with his hands. "I love you, Kat. I've never stopped thinking about you. Please don't do this."
I leaned forward, pressing my lips quickly against his. "Bye, Harry. It was – it was nice seeing you again."
I pulled open the door and headed out, Harry calling to me from behind. "Kat! Kat, come back! Let's talk about this! Kat!"
It took a truckload of willpower to keep me walking, tears falling down my face. But Harry didn't chase after me and so I kept walking.
"Katrina!"
I stopped and turned. Harry still stood in his doorway, half-naked in the freezing air. "Please, Kat, come back."
I took a step toward him.
Damn it.
Shaking my head, I turned, leaving him behind.