After Harry and Ron healed my cut using a spell which I didn't think they would know. They had brought me back inside the common room. Unfortunately they went to fetch Hermione and told her what happened at the staircase. She gasped and stared at me with wide eyes, struck with horror.

"Oh Lexi. We'll he—" Hermione wailed as she stood in front of me in between the boys, her hand just under her chin.

My fists clenched. The last thing I need is to be sympathized more and more. "I don't need help and I don't need your bloody sympathy. From the whole lot of you." I spat angrily.

Hermione opened her mouth to retort my comment but she decided to say nothing and shut her mouth ( thank Merlin for that) . Her brown eyes fell to the floor, and her brown bushy hair covered her face, almost emo-ish.

"At least now I know where the scars came from." I heard Harry muttered under his breath.

"Good, you know my secret now. Whoop-Dee-Fucking-Doo." I said clapping my hands slightly.

"Let us help you."Ron said to me, calmer than I had expected.

"I said I don't need your help. I'm fine." I told them my teeth gritted together, anger boiling in my veins. In case you haven't really noticed, I hate when people sympathize me.

"Lexi please—"I heard Harry say as I turned my head to face the fireplace.

"I don't need you to protect me anymore Harry. I don't need the golden trio to help me!" I shouted, glaring at all three of them.

Hermione looked up from the ground, tears forming her eyes. Ron was turning red, and Harry just stared at me. Fuming, I turned on my heel and was about to storm up to my dorm when I felt a hand grab my wrist. I turned and faced Harry who was tightly gripping me.

"Hermione, Ron. Go upstairs for a minute." Harry said demanded his best friends not taking his eyes off mine.

Ron and Hermione hesitantly nodded and went up the stairs leading to their dorms, just like Harry had instructed them to do so.

"What do you want?" I hissed, trying to get free from Harry's surprisingly strong grip.

"Why are you being so stubborn? We want to help you." Harry spat angrily at me.

"Because I don't need your help." I retorted.

"Just let me help you!"

"WHY?" I screamed/asked.

Harry's grip tightened around my arm. "BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU!" He blurted out and his eyes grew big once he realized what he just admitted.

My eyes widened in shock. Harry still loved me. I stared into Harry's emerald green eyes as I felt him let go of my arm. I looked into Harry's emerald green eyes, and he looked into my hazel ones. I gulped, and stumbled backwards a bit and before I could realize what I was doing, I had grabbed Harry by the face and kissed him with such passion. I felt him tense up for a moment then relaxed by kissing me back. He held me by my tiny waist and pulled me closer to him. Then I remembered Ginny. Harry's girlfriend, I pushed Harry off me which caused him to stumble back almost into the fireplace and look at me with shock.

"Harry, you still love her?" I heard a voice say from behind us.

I did a 180 to face the person, it was Ginny (sadly) . Her eyes were welled with tears and she looked pained, hurt.

Ginny looked at me, with a mix of pure sadness and anger.

"You- you did this." She spat venomously and pointed at me.

"Ginny I didn't know...I didn't mean to..." My voice trailed off, I didn't know what to say to her.

"I hope you're happy." She said before running out of the common room sobbing.

"I-I didn't mean to—"I said to Harry, trying to find the right words to say to him.

Harry looked at me; he didn't utter a word. He just walked past me, hands in his pocket and disappeared up the stair case into the shadows.

I plopped down on a chair close to me and sighed. I just had the best kiss ever, and I had just ruined Harry and Ginny's relationship all in 3 minutes. Someone alert the Daily Prophet, it's a knew record.

Isn't my life wonderful everyone?