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A/N: Hello, I am back for another quick, unbeta-ed chapter! Thank you for all the reviews and favorites people. This, by far, was the longest, most difficult chapter I have ever written, and I would be very happy if TEN people would review and answer some of my questions below. But before that, enjoy the fruit of my labor. :)

Interlude III: Terrified

He survived.

It took eight hours. Eight, painstakingly long hours. The whole lot of us anxiously gathered on a spare room, silently praying that it was not the end.

But it wasn't. In the end, he survived, he didn't let go.

If it wasn't for Ron, Luna and Ginny, I would've stormed inside to hex him awake. . .or ask him, plead him silently to come back. At that time, I never really knew what I felt. . .so many emotions flooded my mind, yet it felt like I was too stunned to even think of anything.

My eyes felt very heavy and my body felt tired and drained, yet I stayed awake. I didn't want take any chances, not after what happened. Take your eyes off him for a little while and trouble would happen. Typical.

A small voice, still groggy from sleep, floated across the room and made me turn my head to the direction of the couch. It was already morning then. "Hey."

"Good morning." Her face was a little sullen, maybe due to the lack of sleep. And it looked like she lost weight. Nevertheless, she still looked like the same pretty girl that Harry once loved.

Ginny stood up from the couch and rubbed her eyes. Her fiery red hair shined because of the light. When she saw me, a bright Weasley-ish smile erupted from her features. "Morning, figured out you won't sleep. How is he?"

I turned my head back to Harry's direction. He looked peaceful, not even one speck of frown marred his sleeping form. I uttered a sigh, none of the Healers indicated what would happen next, they'd just told us to wait and see if there would be changes in his condition. "Still the same, I guess."

"He's been sleeping like a baby since last month. It's awful."

The thought made me chuckle. Harry did look like a sleeping kid, nowhere near the man he turned out to be. "I guess you could say that."

"You really ought to hex him now, you know? I feel like it would be better than waiting for nothing."

"Honestly, Ginny!" A simple smile formed in the corner of my mouth as I imagined it. Yes, it would be a nice thing to do if I could really hex him awake, but I guess the spell would be better once he woke up.

"Even Ron would turn chicken when it's you who he's dealing with."

"Ron is nothing of the sort. Maybe you meant that he would just try annoying me to win." Her brows quirked upwards at my statement and in one fluid motion, she went to the bathroom to freshen up and shouted at me, "I guess my brother is really good at annoying people with his sarcastic humor."

A moment later, I stood up and paced inside the room as Ginny emerged from the bathroom, a playful glint in her features as she chuckled.

"True. I don't know how Luna does it."

Ginny's eyes changed from teasing to thoughtful as the light on the room illuminated her brown orbs. "They've been growing fairly close since she started helping run the Wheezes. I guess you could say that Luna always knew when to shut him up."

A laughed echoed inside the room as both of us thought of how Ron would become silent when Luna scolded him. The look on this face was priceless and always produced a laugh from all of us. "True."

She looked at Harry and ruffled his hair as silence suddenly enveloped the room. Her actions became slower and slower, until she was only brushing it off of his face. "But Harry was also like that, if you've noticed."

"With Luna? Yeah, both of them are afraid of her."

A chuckle escaped from her mouth as she went down to my level. "No, yes, I mean. . .yeah, Luna does her fair share of putting them into their places but he always listened to you."

She took his hand as her eyes drifted, lost into her own thoughts until I realized. . .

Ginny put Harry's hand on my own.

Her eyes hinted a tinge of sadness that turned into a mischievous glint. She kissed me on the cheek before bolting towards the door. "Well, I guess I should go out and look for breakfast now. You sure you don't want to come?"

I shook my head and smirked at her. As much as I would love to get some fresh air right now, I felt that my body was too tired to do anything else but sit down. Even pacing was too tiresome. "No, I guess I'll reserve a walk for another day. My body doesn't feel like standing up."

"I can see why. Now scare the sleeping baby to wake up, it's been too long. After all, you're the only person he is afraid of."

With a wink, she hastily went outside the room before I was even allowed to speak. Honestly!

I looked at the Harry's hand and noticed that it touched the bracelet. When I removed it, a million unspoken thoughts flooded my mind. The room's atmosphere changed from playful to sad. Without even realizing it, I allowed my hand to intertwine with his as I carefully moved my face next to his ear, willing him to listen at my every word.

"Harry, Ginny's right. You've been sleeping for so long now that I was wondering if you would even wake up. Sometimes I feel like I wanted you to let go now, as much as it hurts to admit it, because I hate seeing you like this."

I went back and sat on my chair as I rubbed circles at the back of his hand, massaging his calloused fingers, willing myself to stay strong for him. St. Mungo's has been my home for a few weeks now but the feelings for the place were still the same. It still contained that cold feeling of despair as you watched a loved one go through every painful moment.

It was never a pleasant experience to see anyone suffering, not especially him. He handled it all quite well and stood up every time, since he was a young boy. It never failed to impress me that he was capable of doing that. But there were those times that you'd wish you could end it all, that when you see his broken form, you'd only wish to cradle him away from the world.

"Teddy's birthday is just around the corner and I don't know if Andromeda told you this, but your greatest birthday present you could ever give to your little Godson would be yourself."

A sob tried to escape on my chest as I willed myself not to cry. It was really hard, but I tried to imagine the little boy's face as he held Harry's hand, how he wanted his 'Dada' to notice him and how he smiled just because he saw him.

"He's growing up too fast, Harry. I want you to be there for him, be the father-figure that Remus would've wanted you to be."

Yes, he was a perfect figure to the little toddler. He was so sweet and so protective of him that I could easily imagine him as a father. As I watched his sleeping form, the tears I held back ever since Ron told me of his state started to fall. It was not hard to break down when no one was looking, when I never wanted anyone to see me in this moment of weakness.

"Please, stay here, with us."

I tightened my hold on him, willing him to stay with me. I let my tears to freely fall from my face and didn't even bothered on wiping them away. I wanted him to wipe them away, just like he always did.

And I fell asleep, holding his hand, silently whispering for him to stay.

I didn't know how long I was out when I sensed that someone was gently rubbing circles at the back of my hand. I guess I was dreaming because the hazy feeling won't go away. Warm hands held mine as it continued its earlier ministrations. It tightened its hold on me as I continued to observe, eyes closed, and savored the comfort that the moment gave me.

I was touched by Ron's actions, if he was the one who did this. He always did something to appease me of my worries and I was grateful for every gesture, most especially during those hard times. Sometimes, I found his sweetness as a weakness and his presence as a source of strength, especially now. Maybe this was just a dream, created in my subconscious mind; yet, I didn't really care even if it wasn't real.

The hand suddenly stopped its actions and I frowned. I take that back, Ron could be an utter git when it comes to these kinds of actions. I didn't even try to catch myself and stirred awake.

I slowly opened my eyes, ignoring my body as it screamed at me for being in such an awkward position. What I saw when I woke up surprised me, as it always did.

It was a beautiful set of emerald eyes looking at me with such magnitude that sent shivers down my spine.

I didn't know how to react as my mind gave me the perfect dream that encompassed all my hopes and dreams at the moment. I was lost on the depth of his eyes; they were like what I remembered.

My mind screamed at me to say something, just to prove that this moment was real as it could be, but I remained there, transfixed at the sight before me, at seeing Harry awake and very much alive. I wanted to tell him how glad I was that even in this dream, he was as real as he could be. I wanted him to know how much I missed him and how much this moment meant to me.

But all I was able to produce was a geeky response. "Hi."

His mouth quirked upwards slowly, as if he was having difficulty with every movement he made. His face twitched at the difficulty of the effort and produced a hoarse reply. "Hi."

I was instantly captivated by the sound of his voice. I still couldn't believe that I heard him mutter those words. Tears started to form in the corner of my eyes and my lips produced a crooked smile. I hesitantly ran my hand on his hair. It was still as soft as it could be. "How are you feeling?"

He breathed deeply and closed his eyes at my gesture. Fear suddenly formed at the pit of my stomach. I didn't want him to close his eyes, not yet, please. I withdrew my hand and put it back in my lap.

But he didn't disappoint me as he opened them back again and looked at me, disappointed on why I suddenly pulled away. And with a great effort, he smiled at me. "Can't. ..feel and. .move. .body. I think. ..a hippo. ..griff slept. .on top. .of. ..me."

Instantly, I drowned in the moment and I never wanted it to end. . .but it would be better if reality would also produce something like this. I couldn't talk, couldn't reply after he said those words. It took him loads of effort to do it, yet the way he tried to answer my question made it more real.

I wiped a tear that threatened to escape on my face; I didn't want him to hear me cry. Not when he just woke up. Whether it was from joy, I didn't want to.

It took me a while to respond and when I did, I took his hand between mine and kissed it in response. "I know, you'll get better."

"Couldn't. ..see. .clearly without. … .glasses but . ..could tell. . ..that you're. . .tired."

I shook my head in response and tried to produce a small laugh as I kissed his hand again. His grip tightened slightly and my heart suddenly leapt inside my chest. I didn't know what to do and what I should feel, but I knew I was. . .happy.

He felt my anxiety, because he instantly squeezed the hand he was holding and smiled. How I loved his smile. Up until now, minutes, maybe hours later, I still couldn't believe this moment was happening right before my very eyes.

But still, a logical part of me ruined everything as it told me to address his needs. At least, even if it was only for a moment, I could finally be of use to him.

I tried to open my mouth many times, yet I didn't succeed. He seemed to read my actions and looked gratefully at me, even though I could see that with his helplessness, a tinge of sadness enveloped his eyes. "Water."

I stood up and kissed his forehead. "Wait for a few seconds; I'll get some warm water for you to drink."

He tried to lift his head slowly, as if he was nodding at me and another grateful smile flashed involuntarily on my lips as I went towards the table. I tried to look back many times, just to see if he was still there. . .be comforted by the fact that I felt his presence.

I hastily picked up a glass and poured water from the pitcher. The water was cold so I quickly went for my wand and muttered an incantation. Satisfied, I hurriedly went towards him.

But when I came back, he was already asleep.

I sat on the chair again and put the water in the side-table. The dream ended as quickly as it came, but I was. . .grateful for a few moments of hope that it gave me. I carefully let my head fall in the bed as I studied his sleeping form.

His mouth was slightly open and a small frown was crinkled on his forehead. With a soft sigh, I placed my hand on his hair, gently brushing few locks of hair that hung loosely on his face. It has grown longer now, but it has always been so soft as it was the very first time I did this.

Once I was in a comfortable position, I felt that my heavy-lidded eyes were starting to close; still, my mind was in a haze as I continued to stroke his soft tresses. Please, at the end of this dream, I hope reality was still better.

But I was already gently swept by the whirlwind of emotions, especially the feeling of contentment and relief. So I allowed myself to drift away.

A loud, excited cry and an earsplitting wail of delight woke me up later that day. I was a bit irritated with all the commotion going on and found myself on the couch, covered by a blanket.

I didn't want to open my eyes but my curiousness got the best of me. Everyone inside the room seemed to be in good spirits as they laughed affably inside the room. I could even hear Ron's cackling sound rippling inside my head.

When I got up, his smiling face was the very first thing I saw.

It wasn't a dream.

I couldn't move and my feet were firmly stuck on the floor. My mouth was open and my face was stunned by what I saw. All this time, it was real, as real as I imagined it.

Everything that I've ever hoped for had come true before my eyes, he was safe and surrounded by the people who mattered most. I cupped my mouth with my hands as tears silently rolled down on my face. I couldn't move, stuck into my place as I saw my dream come true. Yes, reality was indeed tad better. My whole body was shaking.

A sob escaped from my lips and everyone tried to find the source of the noise. When they finally noticed me, smiles got bigger on their face but I was transfixed at the boy I was seeing right now. His head was looking at my direction.

He finally noticed me.

And during the next few days, we helped him get back on his feet.

He fell asleep as quickly as he woke up. Sometimes, he would be awake for a mere few minutes before finally succumbing to a fitful sleep, the longest time he was awake was an hour. During those times, he was always surrounded by friends and loved ones who encouraged and comforted him. A few people visited him because what happened to the great Harry Potter has been private. All Healers were sworn to secrecy and all of his family and friends would never dare to give information about his condition.

At times, he would get frustrated at his state and even when they started his rehab, he would get upset at the slow progress he was making and wouldn't talk to anyone afterwards. During those times, I would go beside him and murmur words in his ears, words that even I didn't fully understand, it was my heart who spoke this time, not my head.

And when he would lose faith after many times of falling, I would take his hand instinctively and usher him to stand up.

After a week has already passed, I spent my time back home for a few days. Well, I wouldn't have, if Harry didn't force me to. I guess the guilt he felt when Ron and the others finally told him of what happened skyrocketed. Even when I tried to argue my point, he just looked at me with a mixture of sadness and regret that I couldn't help but feel guilty myself. I knew that if he had a family waiting back home, he would also spend time with them.

So after Teddy's birthday, they both enchanted a sock to take me home.

It's was great to be here, the change in the surrounding helped me a lot, not to mention that my parents kept spoiling me. We went to different places and we were hardly home. They told me they missed their little girl, I realized that I missed them too, so much in fact.

Yet, at the back of my mind, I couldn't help but feel worried. I wanted to know how he was doing, what he was doing and how he was coping with it. I hope he was not getting cranky. The last time Ron sent me a letter, he told me that Harry managed to walk across the room, before his feet finally gave in.

I told them I'll be back after a week but they sent me parcel that contained a gown handpicked by Fleur instead. Ron told me that I would be expected to come in the Victory Ball, as Harry's representative, because he would not be there. Ron would be my escort and we'll be the ones to deliver the speech.

After that, no other letter followed my last. I waited every morning after I woke up for Prongs to show up, but there was no owl, no letter that contained a scrawny handwriting. So I waited.

I was home, but my heart was not in it.

The day of the Victory Ball came quickly as I wore myself in studying books or having a chat with Mum and Dad. I was standing in front of the mirror while my Mum worked on my hair. I felt very nervous; I wanted this ball to end quickly, I felt queasy and uninterested with it. What I would rather do was curl up comfortably in bed with a good book at hand.

Mum was very excited when she found out I was going to the Ball and hurriedly took me shopping. It has been awkward for me; I didn't want to go there in the first place. But when I saw her face brimming with enthusiasm, I knew that I just couldn't let her down.

We went back to a shopping district near the clinic. Mum and Dad were both game on trying to find the perfect items that would suit the gown that I would be wearing and I included a few exceptions from the list of course. And when the day finally came, Mum took her precious time in helping me prepare.

When I looked at the mirror, the bushy-haired bookworm that I knew was gone. There was no trace of the insecure girl that once attended a ball. The only ornament I had was the bracelet he gave, which was dangling on one hand. And when I examined myself closely, I saw the violet dress clung beautifully in my petite frame, accentuating my assets as it camouflaged my flaws. A black belt, embroidered with a rose at the side was wrapped on my middle. Fleur did an awfully good job picking up this dress.

Evening came and Prongs suddenly whooped on my shoulders, carrying a parcel. Ron sent me another sock, along with a letter. I looked at the watch and we went to the final preparations before I took a deep breath.

After a hug from Mum and Dad, I was off.

A hand grabbed my own as I appeared through the corridors of the Ministry of Magic.

There was no one there; the corridors were dimly lit, with a few Aurors standing on the main entrance of what appeared like the Guess Hall on the other end. Tufts of ginger hair greeted me and bowed as I put my hands in his, a smile echoing throughout his face as we walked towards the deserted corridors. "Guess I did the right thing."

"What thing?"

"Well, meet here. I thought you might appreciate appearing away from the crowd."

"Oh."

A chuckled erupted from his mouth as he leaned towards my ear and whispered, "You look stunning. Harry would be very sorry he missed his date. He was the one who picked out that dress."

He winked at me and a blush crept on my face as I looked at the floor. "How was he able to do that?"

"Dunno, he gave Fleur a copy of the dress. Well, let's get going, Mum and the others are waiting inside."

Today's event was hosted on one of the guest halls, with only a few, selected visitors. Most of them were famous people like Ministers from different countries and such. But when we entered the Hall, the air was friendly and I was greeted by friends and people I knew, people who became a part of my life.

The room was finely decorated with different colors of orbs that floated freely in the area. A chandelier hung above, while its bright crystals reflected the lights produced by the orbs. Soft, classical music was heard on the background as instruments played on their own. The murmurs and excited sighs of the people caught my ear.

We walked towards a few tables surrounding what appeared to be dance floor. It was slightly dim than I expected. We greeted most of the people inside, because we knew almost all of them and spotted Minister Kingsley on one, engaging on a talk with high officials I didn't know. The table with the Weasleys on them was the one beside him.

When I tried to examine the area closely, there was a large fountain in the middle. It contained the statue of a phoenix, a symbol of rebirth, holding the new emblem of the Ministry of Magic. Around the statue were glass tables which contained all varieties of food and beverages, magically popping out every now and then. It seemed so different from the ball I attended years ago.

And a few minutes later, the program began.

It started with an address from Kingsley, the Minister of Magic of Britain. He delivered a fine speech about why this celebration took place and how we made it happen. He told us never to forget the sacrifices of the people who loved this world, because if it was not for them, everything we ever had would never be possible.

My respect for the man grew more and more. He always saw things the way they should be, and always respected the opinions of many. He valued our decisions and even made the day that we won from Voldemort as a Remembrance Day, for all those people gave up their lives to give us a future. I knew deep inside that this world would become better if he continued to be the Minister.

Cheers and applause rang down the Hall as he ended his speech. People that were present here knew the magnitude of his words. The noteworthy speech was then followed by some awards given to the people who participated in the war, Ron, Harry and I were among them.

After a brief speech from me and Ron, the instruments began to play again and soft music rang down the Hall. People rushed to the dance floor, eager to experience and feel the reason of this night. Even I saw Mrs. Weasley stand up and dance with Mr. Weasley in a manner that made me smile.

I considered just watching people dance because I didn't really want to do it. It was unfair for Ron, who looked like he would've asked somebody if I wasn't in the way. But he went towards me and put his hand forward, for me to reach. Sighing, I stood up and walked with him towards the dance floor.

Ron put his hand on my waist and I put mine in his shoulders as we twirled, with the slow music ringing from the background. Funny, if this has happened during the Yule Ball, maybe I would've been the luckiest girl then, for I knew that I was with the man that I fancied.

We continued to whirl around, stopping with a few occasional greetings from people we knew. At one point, we even considered changing partners, but thought otherwise. After a while, Ron gazed at me, his eyes filled with adoration. "You enjoying the night?"

"Maybe."

"You should, bloke here's having a difficult time just to make you enjoy."

"Well, it's only prim and proper that you'll be a gentleman."

He pulled me closer to him as the music began to slow, both of us barely moving our feet from where we stood. I put my head on his shoulders, smiling.

We stayed there for a while, as the music changed over and over again. We really didn't care about how much time has passed.

But Ron was evidently nervous at something as time passed. I could feel the tension on his form as my head rested on his shoulders, a chuckle escaped from his lips as he stopped.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing. You look loads better now than you did when you're at the hospital."

"Of course. I had a lot of time to gain back my figure. So, how is he faring?"

"You mean, Harry? I guess the bloke's sulking right now. I stole his date."

"You're absolutely disgusting, Ronald!"

He gave me a weak slap in the cheek, it was a friendly gesture, but nonetheless, it still managed to surprise me. "Do you really think that Harry would allow you to be dateless tonight? Sorry, but Luna's already my date."

He looked up to something I could not see. Everyone stopped in their tracks as Ron smiled. My face twisted into a frown as I observed what transpired. I was just about to slap Ronald.

But the next thing I knew, a warm smile and a pair of emerald eyes stood me on the entrance of the Hall; wearing midnight-blue dress robes. He stood there, regal and tall as he entered, greeting people along the way.

He was still a bit peaky, but he has considerably looked better than the last time I saw him. The dark circles under his eyes were gone and his hair has been cut short, even the beard that has grown from spending all those days in the hospital was gone. His eyes were brighter, albeit, a little self-conscious.

He looked so uncertain and embarrassed as he made his way towards the Weasleys. Time seemed to stop at his arrival, for the people who were dancing and having fun stopped on their tracks as they saw the famous Harry Potter.

It was after a while when he finally saw us. Ron quickly stepped backwards as Harry made his way towards me and grinned. I couldn't speak, my eyes were already brimming with tears as my hands cupped my mouth. Here he was, alive, walking and standing before me as if nothing bad has happened a month ago.

He was so stupid and so brave at the same time, my knight in shining armor. He pulled Ron into a manly hug, silently asking for permission. Without a word, Ron smiled at him and gave him the honor.

A smile escaped his lips as he looked at me with his bright eyes that shined in the light. Everyone cheered as he bowed, silently asking for my hand as his went forward to greet mine. "May I have this dance?"

My hand slowly reached out to his and he placed a kiss, so gentle and so soft. Without a word, I pulled him to my embrace.

There were butterflies in my stomach and it felt as if the world suddenly made everything all right. For how many times I let my tears fall when he woke up, I already lost count of it, for the joy that was overwhelming my heart was enough to forget everything.

I could hear people ramble incoherent words at the background but I really couldn't process anything at the moment, all I knew was I was happy. When he finally broke the hug, he immediately wiped all tears away. And even if he knew everyone is looking, he kissed my forehead and cupped my chin as he stared into my eyes. "You look beautiful."

And as if on cue, a song started to play, as shy and as unsure has Harry was. The violin began its soul-melting acquisition of the tune that seemed to encompass everything I felt at the moment. Even the piano gave my heart a little squeeze as it gave out the feelings that were reserved for him alone. A person sang, and the night truly began to unfurl its splendor.

You, by the light
Is the greatest find
In a world full of wrong
You're the thing that's right
Finally made it through the lonely
To the other side

He gently put his hand on my waist as I put mine in his shoulders while the other hands merged with each other, in a silent motion, just like I did when I danced with Ron. It was totally the same gesture, but the feelings that encompassed this moment were enough to tell me it wasn't. It was different, it was Harry.

We glided on the dance floor as our eyes melted in each other's gaze. His eyes, his touch, his laugh, everything he did gave my heart a soft squeeze. We occasionally saw and greeted people we knew as we met them on the dance floor. Ron laughed at us as he danced with Luna and even George gave us a knowing wink. Neville too, teased us as he danced with Hannah Abbott, a Hufflepuff we knew when we were at Hogwarts.

But to tell the truth, I had my heart fixed on Harry's the whole time.

You set it again, my heart's in motion
Every word feels like a shooting star
I'm at the edge of my emotions
Watching the shadows burning in the dark

And I'm in love
And I'm terrified
For the first time and the last time
In my only life

No words were needed to be said between us as we slowly danced. Each step, imprecise and unpracticed, was all appreciated. The melody of the music was enough to tell us the unspoken words, feelings that were never said.

Our souls were the ones dancing as they established the perfect rhythm.

And this could be good
It's already better than that
And nothing's worse
Than knowing you're holding back

I could be all that you need
If you let me try

I put my head in his shoulders as the music slowed its pace. A smile never left my lips at the surprise this day had given me. I never asked for anything, but he continually gave me a reason to believe that with him, everything, everyday would be a surprise. And when I thought about it. . .

He made me feel special in a way that no one else could ever do.

"Are you enjoying the evening, Ms. Granger?"

I lifted my head as I looked at him, willing him to see the happiness that I felt at the moment. We've been through so much, yet, it was always a wonder how much we needed to endure to realize what he really meant to me. I resumed my previous position in his shoulder and whispered softly so that only he could hear and understand the feelings that I tried to bring forth. "More than you could ever know."

You set it again, my heart's in motion
Every word feels like a shooting star
I'm at the edge of my emotions
Watching the shadows burning in the dark

And I'm in love
And I'm terrified
For the first time and the last time
In my only life

We stood somewhere in the dance floor, completely immersed in the moment as both of us held each other. We saw people looking, sometimes amused and sometimes, happy, yet, lost in the moment, I didn't even bother to read them.

"Bet I surprised you. Spent countless grumpy nights and a lot of bruises just to be able to walk."

"You're rather mental."

"Heard that one before too. I bet Ron was now enjoying his time with his dear Luna."

"They're together?"

"Not yet, but soon. You could see it in his eyes how much he adores her."

The way Harry said it made my heart skip a beat. He doesn't know about it yet. I allowed myself to scowl jokingly at his comment, yet, deep inside I knew I was happy for Ron. "I hope she could talk some sense to his brain."

"She will. She already has. They complement each other in that way, but completely the opposite of both of us."

"Yeah."

"Ron gave me a hard time in trying to convince him to take you to the Ball. Had to get clearance and all but Luna made sure it would happen. I love that girl."

I feigned being wounded by his words, yet deep inside, I already knew why. I uttered a contented sigh, he could always make me act like a fool. "So, you wanted me to date somebody else?"

"N-no, of course, I would never do that. Even if it's Ron."

Seeing that cute look on his face made my mind go blank, like a fan girl. I chuckled at his stricken face. I didn't know why, but I always had a habit of trusting Harry to do what he set his mind to. He could be really rather stubborn, more stubborn than I was. "I thought so. I really thought that you would run away from me tonight."

"Even if hated the crowd or these kinds of events, you're here, that's all that matters."

I only said it 'cause I mean it
I only mean 'cause it's true
So don't you doubt what I've been dreaming
'Cause it fills me up and holds me close whenever I'm without you

George made a whistling sound and winked again as we passed him, dancing with his Mum. Even Fleur and Bill looked up to see what was up and chuckled at us. When I looked at Harry, he looked like he was ready to disappear. His cheeks were flushed and he tried his best to hide his face.

Yet, his eyes were. . .smiling, radiant.

I laughed with them and for a while, we were surrounded by a lot of Weasley couples who were all teasing Harry. All of us looked like a big, happy family. As I looked at their faces which brimmed with unexpected joy, laughing and teasing each other, I felt so secured. They were here, with me.

You set it again, my heart's in motion
Every word feels like a shooting star
I'm at the edge of my emotions
Watching the shadows burning in the dark

And I'm in love
And I'm terrified
For the first time and the last time
In my only life

After a while, he cupped my chin while I was busy looking at the Weasleys, determined for me to look his eyes as the others returned to dancing. The music was already ending, but the night was still young. I could hear Ron tell Luna that he was hungry and Mrs. Weasley already told the others to sit down. It was only one song, but it was everything I never dreamt of that came true.

"What are you thinking just now? You look a bit out."

"Nothing."

He raised his eyebrows at me as we both stood in the center of the dance floor. It was only him that I could see. His eyes, his smile. . . only him. Even as the song continued its ending rhythm, I could still feel the tune. Once again, I let him envelope me into the last part of the song as I let my eyes fall on him. . .and only him. "Thank you."

His smile disappeared and a look of confusion shrouded his face. He proceeded on scratching his head asI chuckled at him and took a deep breath.

Gathering every fiber of courage I had in me, I took a step forward and tiptoed towards him.

A gentle kiss was placed, into his unknowing lips.

His look of surprise was the only reward that I wanted to see. With one last look, I let myself envelop his frame into my own as I placed my head in his shoulders, satisfied. The smile never left my face as I closed my eyes and just as the song ended, I whispered the words.

"For loving me."

A/N: All right, for my question. Would you want another chapter? Or would the epilogue be a lot nicer? Lastly, was it all right that I put songs in this fic? THis one is entitled Terrified by Katharine McPhee. I want ten+ people to tell me what they want. Of course, what would happen next will depend entirely on me but I have to ask. R&R! I spent days writing this chapter, I would appreciate some opinions. :)