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Awww that was nice of you.. (me: blah.. I know...)
His eyes quickly glimpsed your left hand, the one that should have had the ring on it, and noticed how it was interlaced with Josh's; something you had completely forgotten about. You tried not to notice Harry's unpleasant reaction to the position you were in, and ripping your hand out of Josh's did cross your mind, but you decided against it. You didn't want to make Josh feel uncomfortable and make a scene, and besides, just pretending you didn't notice that you were still holding Josh's hand was so much easier than removing your hand to make Harry satisfied.
Harry's P.O.V. --
Harry pressed his back up against the wall, watching Hermione skip over to the couch and take her seat next to Ron, who immediately wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on the side of her head. Ginny and Joey sat over on another sofa and were talking quietly, laughing out loud a few times, and would then return to their soft whispers. Harry felt so out-of-place. He wished more than anything that he had Morghan in here with him, to hold onto and kiss, and talk quietly to like Ron and Hermione were doing with each other. His heart still fluttered whenever he thought about her, and even more so now than it did twenty minutes ago. Twenty minutes ago he had it in his mind that Morghan hated him, and everything he stood for, that she never wanted to see his face or anything that reminded her of him again. But all that changed when Hermione told him that she didn't hate him. In fact, it was quite the opposite; Hermione let it slip that Morghan was still in love with him, but refused to take the chance and get hurt with him again. Harry now knew that he had a better chance, and knew how he could make it up to her, to let her see. 'Where did it all go wrong?' he thought in his mind for the thousandth time. He knew.. It was the night he decided to be stupid and go find her... But what if it went wrong before that, like back at Christmas, when he attacked her... Christmas morning was so beautiful -- that he remembered. He remembered clearly waking up to the sweet taste of Morghan's lips on his, and not wanting it to end just then, making a noise and lifting his hand up to pull her back to him. He could still feel the touch of her fingers as she gripped the side of his waste, how he easily sat up, keeping her in his lap, and how she cupped her hands around his cheeks and nipped his lower lip... God how he missed that feeling. He remembered the gift she had given him, the black and white photo of them kissing softly as the snow fell all around them... He remembered that picture easily, considering he kept it hidden underneath his pillow, and only took it out every night to look at it after he heard the loud snores of his fellow Gryffindors fill the room. He hated the picture for it's repeated reminder of what it used to be like for him, and yet everytime he went to toss it out, to be rid of it's evilness, he couldn't do it. He could never bring himself to forget those wonderful times he spent with her, and that picture, that photo was the practically the only thing he had left of her, and he just couldn't throw it out. He wondered if she had thrown out the present he had given her for Christmas... The melody box he had given her, it was supposed to be indestructable, so he knew she couldn't have destroyed it, but nothing was stopping her from just tossing it out the window. Yet there was something else he had given her too.. but for some odd reason he couldn't remember it well enough yet.. He knew it was important, something he had worked on to make sure it was just right, something that took a lot of time, and help.. "Harry? Are you okay mate?" Ron asked from over in the corner with Hermione. Harry looked up from his thinking to see the concerned faces of all his friends, and felt his cheeks flush a little. "Yeah, I'm fine.." he answered. Ron nodded his head, and everyone went back to their routine of talking and laughter, and whispering and snuggling. Harry went back to his internal struggle to remember the other gift he had given Morghan for Christmas, but found, for some reason, that it was too difficult to even have the faintest clue as to what it may be. He thought back to the exact moment when he had handed her his gift.. what happened?
What's up with you? (me: bored.. don't want to have to write these answers..)
"Do you like it?" Morghan answered him in the same way that he answered her, by pressing her lips firmly against his, taking him by surprise- his heart fluttering relentlessly. "So I take that as a yes?" "Oh yea..." she said, playfully adding, "But what if I wanted to listen tooo..... let's say Beauty and the Beast?" "Do you want it to?" She nodded her head in an I'm-just-kidding sort of way, but in reality, he knew she would really like to hear that song. Harry re-opened the lid, and just like it did with Aladin, it played Beauty and the Beast perfectly, filling the entire room with the music. Morghan's jaw practically hit the floor with shock as Harry just laughed again. "It's a music box created specifically for Meeks and Meeks only. What's supposed to happen is when you open the lid, it plays a song that fits your mood at the time, or whatever song you want it to play, and it runs off of magic, so it's also supposed to never break. Indestructable, so if your mad and want to break something, it won't break." Harry added that last part with a laugh. "What's the catch?" she asked, eyeing the box suspiciously. Harry smiled at that part too, he knew she was too smart to not expect a catch to it. "It will only play songs from Disney movies..."
'No.. skip that part. What else did I give her?' Harry screamed inside his head, racking his brain for some kind of clue. He didn't know why it was so important that he remember what it was, but something told him that it could help out with everything.
.... "Don't read it, not yet anyways...read it later." he says suddenly very serious, and nervous. She nods, obviously confused, but obey's and lays it down next to her gently. "We have to clean this up.." she said motioning around to the scattered, ripped wrapping paper. Harry nodded and started to stand and help her clean. Quite suddenly, pain like never before seared through his head, anger mixing in dangerously with his happiness. He kicked himself away from her and collapsed back on the floor clutching his scar and moaning. "Harry?" Morghan asked worriedly looking down at him. Harry knew she had no idea what was going on, or what to do to help, but he knew she had to get out of there. "Harry.." she said again. She reached out her hand to help, but he threw out his hand to keep her away, and felt it connect with something solid, and he knew it was her face. He felt satisfaction.. no- he felt Voldemort's satisfaction... Harry felt sick to his stomach..
So do you want me to stop talking that way this will go faster? (me: umm.. yeah.. yeah that'll help a lot..)
Harry shook his head, remembering everything that happened so clearly, and he could now fast forward to see the bruises and marks he had left on her face. Harry felt like he had skipped something though. Throughout all that, something in between told him what he had given her.. "Don't read it, not yet anyways...read it later." ' Read? ' Harry thought confused.. 'Read what?' A letter! A letter is what he had given her, he had given her a letter besides her music box. Oh God, a letter. That letter held everything-- everything he felt for her, everything he loved about her... That letter depends on everything. Wait, had she even read it yet? She probably did, and it's probably ashes in the fireplace now. God how he had been so stupid. What really made him think that letter was so important now, if he could only see what was happening now when he was writing it that day.. Would he still have wrote it to her? If he knew then what it would be like for him now, would he still have wrote it to her? If he knew then what he knew now, would he even have asked her to be his? Yes, he probably would have. As a matter of fact, he couldn't even imagine what it would be like without her in his life. How did he ever live without her? Maybe it would have been different if he would have never met her, but now that he has, he never wants to forget her, he really loves her. How was he living now? It almost feels like he's a zombie. A hard empty shell that walks around everyday without a purpose, that even knows how to talk to other people. Was Morghan going through this as well? Harry would like to think so; he'd like to think she was just as miserable without him, that she missed him just as much as he missed her. She means everything to him. 'God. I never thought I'd feel this way about a person before..' Harry thought to himself, turning his head over to look down at the floor. Maybe she never did read the letter. Maybe, by some miracle, it was still sealed up and waiting for her to open it and read. That could still be his ticket back to her. "Hermione?" Harry asked suddenly. If anybody would know it'd be Hermione. She's with Morghan almost 24/7. Hermione looked up at him, from Ron and answered. "Yeah?" "Do you remember Morghan reading a letter..." Hermione started to shake her head slowly.. "Any at all..." Still, her head shook no... "Any letter.. anything that looked like a letter.. Anything at all?" Still no.. "Dammit Hermione think back!" he yelled. Hermione jumped, but answered, "No, not that I remember.. I don't even remember seeing her with a letter at all.. Why? Is it really important?" Harry sighed and shook his head. "No, not really.." Maybe she had thrown it out.. or maybe she just still hadn't read it. A flare of hope sprung up inside his chest-- a flare that hadn't been there for quite awhile. This could mean he still had a chance. Harry heard the door open and he turned to look to see who was coming in now. Jonas walked in with the food, along with Eric who was trying to catch everyone's attention so they could come and eat, but it didn't take much to catch Harry's attention. They had his attentiong as soon as Morghan walked in the room behind them, and she didn't come in empty handed. Harry's small flare of hope was quickly extinguished at the sickly sight that met him; maybe he didn't have a chance after all. Morghan came in, another boy in the lead, who held her small hand protectively in his, and it wasn't just any hand, it was the one that had held Harry's ring. The ring that Morghan had thrown at him earlier just today. He didn't want to look at it anymore, but he couldn't find it in him to pull his eyes away. With all his heart he just wanted Morghan to pull her hand out of his and run back to Harry, but he knew it wasn't going to happen; not even with all the magic in the world. He knew people were watching him, watching for his reaction, and he knew that they could tell he was surprised and upset, but he didn't care. He knew that everyone in the room knew that he wanted to run to Morghan and whisk her away from this new stranger in her life, to keep her for himself. And that's exactly what he wanted to do, but he couldn't. He couldn't take it away from her. If this person could make her happy, he would never take it away from her, even if it made him happy. "Harry, come over here and get something to eat before lunch ends and we have to go back to class." Joey said helping himself to some of the fried chicken Eric had placed on a table that he himself had conjoured up. Harry nodded, and even though it took every ounce of his strength, he somehow peeled his eyes away from the sight of the intermingling hands and headed over to the table and picked up some food to eat. Being the last to gather his food, it was difficult for him to find a seat amongst the crowd. The loveseat was occupied by none other than Morghan and her.. well.. "friend", and then the other couches were taken up by Jonas, Joey, and Ginny, and then the other by Hermione, Eric and Ron. Once again, Harry felt like the outcast, the oddball, the third wheel, or in this case, the ninth wheel. "Here Harry.." Eric said standing up, "You can have my seat." Harry watched him stand in a sort of daze, and then he finally remembered his manners. "No- no it's alright Eric, I'll stand." "No go ahead and sit, I'll just.." Eric muttered and inchantment and the table was conjured into a wooden stiff-backed chair. Eric pulled it up to the end of one of the couches and sat down, leaving Harry no choice but to go and take a seat on the end of the couch over by Ron.
Oh thanks.. I feel sooo special and wanted now.. (me: lol.. I know.. but please, be quiet..)
Everyone was once again engulfed in conversation, except for Harry, who sat there quietly, never once touching his food, and somehow keeping his breakfast down in his stomach. Why was he feeling this way? Why couldn't he just get over her? She was obviously over him, considering she was sitting on the couch beside some other boy, who Harry still hadn't figured out who it was. Harry silently cringed at Morghan's giggle from the couch in front of him as the boy finished whispering something in her ear. Harry was having some trouble sorting through his emotions: he knew there was jealousy there, jealousy was apparent, but he knew there was also anger and sadness. Was there happiness at all? He wanted there to be some kind of happiness, happiness for her, that she was happy. The boy said something to Morghan, causing her to snort through her bite of spaghetti, and turning another notch on Harry's jealousy-o-meter. "Come on Josh give it back!" Morghan laughed. Harry looked up and saw the boy, who Harry guessed to be Josh, stand up with Morghan's plate and hold it high over his head. Morghan shot him a playful baby-face look, and seeing it didn't work on him, stood up and jumped for the plate held up high in his hand. She laughed as he moved it higher out of her reach and danced around the room, keeping it away from her, and creating a show for the rest of the group to watch and enjoy. Josh headed back over to the couch, laughing as Morghan still made desparate jumps in the air as an attempt to reach her food, laughing pretty hard herself. "Having fun there Josh?" Joey asked between his own laughs of amusement. Josh looked over his shoulder at him and nodded, which caused a fatal mistake that Harry knew better than to make. Morghan took this distraction as a chance to climb on to the couch and jump on Josh, bringing him down as well as her plate of spaghetti, which landed on her and Josh as well. Josh looked down at him and then looked up at Morghan, who did the same, and they both busted out laughing; Morghan picked up a handful of her spaghetti off the floor and threw it at him, hitting him smack in the face. Josh laughed and picked up some of his food off his plate and threw it at her, which mixed horribly with her spaghetti on her white tank-top. Jonas and Joey and Ginny were in fits of laughter, desperately gasping for air as they clutched the cramps that grew in their stomachs. Eric was laughing pretty hard, but even still, he found his food and threw a handful over at Jonas, which shut him up as he gasped at the lump of food that ran down his shirt, causing Eric to laugh even harder. "FOOD FIGHT!!" Joey yelled stupidly, picking up some food and tossing at Ginny, who scoffed and picked up some food and threw it back at him. Somehow a clump of food interrupted Ron and Hermione, causing Ron to jump up and yell, "Oye! Who threw that?!" Jonas and Ginny, pointed their fingers innocently at each other, playing a silent blame game. "Okay.. if that's how it's going to be, then you both get it!" Ron reached out behind him, where Hermione handed him some food and he threw them both over and Jonas and Ginny. Soon the whole room was throwing food and laughing hysterically at the target's reaction. Harry was hit accidently a few times, and on purpose once or twice, but no matter how bad he wanted to join, he looked over at Morghan and Josh, who were having their own little food fight.
Do I really have to, I mean, you don't hate me that much do you? (me: too late now.. the quiz is over.) It is? Oh, I guess it is.. (me: *rolls eyes*)
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