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I lay on my back in the bed next to Hermione, staring at the ceiling. Everyone else was fast asleep I knew, but I just couldn’t bring myself to slumber.

‘Harry?’ I thought, ‘Are you awake?’

‘I am now.’

‘Hehehe, oh, sorry.’

‘It’s not a problem, love. Are you feeling alright?’

I sighed, ‘I can’t sleep. Can I go in with you?’

‘Is that a rhetorical question?’ he asked.

I chuckled quietly, ‘I’ll be there in a minute.’

Rolling off the bed, I crept out of my room and over to the one Harry and Ron were sharing. A nearby clock chimed midnight and I smiled. It was officially Christmas Eve. Very slowly, I opened the squeaky door to Harry’s room and squeezed through, closing it behind me.

“Hey,” I whispered, waving slightly.

Harry’s whispered laugh sounded through the dark and I saw a shadow sit up and pat the bed next to it. I walked over and slid under the covers with him.

“Mmmh.” He put his arms around me and pulled me close. I cuddled against his chest, breathing deeply to take in his scent. I inhaled broom cleaner and lemon, giggling to myself at the familiar smell.

“What?” he asked quietly.

“You smell like broom cleaner and lemons,” I informed him.

“Well I cleaned my broom yesterday and Mrs. Weasley gave me some lemon soap products. I’d rather they just spell like soap but…”

“No, I like lemons!”

He smiled, “Then I will definitely continue using it.”

“Good.” I kissed him lightly then pulled away. Just as I did so, his hand flew to the back of my head and brought me back to him. Our lips moved together wildly as his hands slid over my body, never touching anywhere he wasn’t supposed to of course. By the time we parted for air, Harry was lying on top of me, breathless, but grinning from ear to ear.

I smiled as well, “I love you, Harry Potter.”

“And I love you, Lucy Black.”

We laughed together until we were too tired and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I woke up the next morning to a quick, high pitched squeal of shock: my mothers. Groaning, I opened my eyes. “What is it, Mu-” I started to ask, but quickly realized why she was so surprised. I was still in Harry’s bed with his arms around me. I gasped and sat up, waking Harry in the process.

“Wha-” he began, but gasped when he came to the same realization and shot up next to me.

“Harry James Potter,” my dad scolded, sighing with disappointment, “Nice work.”

Harry smirked while my mother slapped his arm and he corrected himself, “I mean…how dare you be in here with my daughter! Hm…daughter…haven’t said that in a while.”

I smiled and jumped out of bed, into his arms, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!”

He held me close, “Mm, I’ve been wanting to hear you say that for a very long time.”

I gripped him around the middle as tight as I could.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

“I missed you too: every day.”

“Well, I’ll never leave you again,” he assured me, “I promise.”

“You better not,” my mother said, placing her arm across his shoulders, “Now, Lucy.”

Dad let go of me and pulled my mother against him instead. She didn’t seem to mind at all and continued what she was saying, “Why exactly were you sleeping in this room?”

“It’s not like we did anything, Mum. Ron was here the entire time,” I told her, “see, I couldn’t get to sleep last night so I came in here. It’s not like you and dad didn’t do the same thing when you were teenagers.”

“She has a point,” dad agreed.

Mum rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek, “Just don’t do anything, alright? You’re too young for that.”

“I know.”

“Well, get dressed. It’s time for breakfast.”

“When did you two get back here, anyway?” I asked her.

She blushed madly, “This morning.”

I laughed, “How am I not surprised? Not that I blame you.”

‘I’d do the same thing if I hadn’t seen my soul mate for years,’ I thought secretly to Harry.

His eyes went wide and similar images from the previous day drifted into my mind. I quickly blocked them out. I didn’t blame him for thinking that sort of stuff; he was a teenage boy after all. But I wasn’t really interested in witnessing it.

“So how did you get my little Lucy to go out with you, Harry?” Dad asked.

‘No!’ I screamed in his head, making him jump.

“Well um…” he stuttered, “I don’t know, really.”

“Who couldn’t like, Harry?” I asked, “He’s amazing.”

He flushed with pleasure, standing up and walking over to me. I wrapped my arms around him and placed my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head, not bothered by my parent’s presence. They soon left so we were by ourselves (well, Ron was there but he was still dead asleep).

‘We should just talk like this,’ I suggested, ‘It will annoy the hell out of people because they will have no idea how we’re doing it. Well…Hermione will, but she won’t say anything just in case she’s wrong. She hates to be wrong.’

‘I like that idea, but not all of the time…sometimes its just strange.’

‘Yeah, very true. You should learn Occlemacy.’

‘I am, remember? Dumbledore is forcing Snape to teach me. I’m awful at it so far.’

‘Haha, I’ll teach you instead. How’s that?’

‘You know how!?’

‘Of course. My mother taught me everything she knows which I must say is quite a bit. Technically I could be out of school, but I figure: what’s the fun in that? Besides, if I’d skipped all of my schooling then I would have never officially met you.’

We both shivered at that thought.

‘Lucy…?’

‘Yes?’

‘Can I kiss you now?’

‘You’ve been wanting to ask that since we woke up, haven’t you?’

‘Yep.’

I laughed, grabbing his neck and pulling him to my lips. His hands moved to my legs, pushing me back onto the wall, then bringing my legs up to tie around his waist. Thankfully I was so short of that would have been incredibly awkward. I moaned as he began kissing my neck.

‘Harry,’ I thought, ‘Harry, I love you.’

‘I love you too, Lucy. I…I can’t control myself around you. I have to force myself not to kiss you all the time. Is that normal?’

‘Mmm…we both have to…oh!’ I gasped as his lips pressed against a tender part in my neck.

He pulled away and I narrowed my eyes in confusion, “No! Don’t stop.”

He smirked and went back to kissing my neck while I moaned blissfully. Eventually we were kissing, back on the bed with our legs tangled up together.

‘So, is this normal?’ he asked again.

‘We both have to get used to it. It will be much easier to handle as time goes on. But at first, since the connection between our minds has just occurred, it is incredibly intense.’

‘For how long?’

‘It varies.’

‘Estimate.’

‘About a month.’

He pulled away, “A month?”

I nodded and his smirk widened, “And it will be the same for both of us?”

“Yes.”

He laughed, “This should be very interesting.”

I grinned, “And very enjoyable judging from what I’ve just experienced, ha-ha. Now, I should go and get ready before Ron wakes up. I’ll see you downstairs, love.”

He kissed my one last time before allowing me to move from under him. He watched me as I walked out the door with a dazed smile.

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“Ha-ha-ha!” my neck was craned back as I spun around, dancing.

Harry chuckled, watching me, Hermione, Ginny and the twins make fools of ourselves. I smirked, grabbed his hand and pulled him against me, forcing him to join me.

“I can’t dance,” he complained.

“So? It’s Christmas!” I cried out over the Weird Sisters Christmas Album that was blaring.

I grabbed the equally stubborn Ron and pushed him to Hermione who blushed slightly and continued dancing. Ron glanced over at my own victim (Harry) for support, but he had already given in and had his hands on my waist, jumping and swaying to the music. In his defeat, he began bouncing slightly in an awkward sort of dance.

I laughed, “Goodness, Ronald, you need a dance partner.”

“Don’t you dare,” Harry threatened, pulling me close.

“I didn’t mean me, I meant Hermione!”

Our two friends froze at the prospect of getting having to dance with each other and gawked at me.

“Oh, just dance you two! It’s Christmas!”

And so they did. Soon everyone (including my parents) was dancing randomly. I smiled thinking, ‘I’ve started a trend!’

‘It would appear so,’ Harry agreed, spinning me and making me laugh.

As I spun out, someone else caught my hand and pulled me away. I smiled up at my dad and wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He chuckled and stared dancing perfectly with me.

“How did you learn to dance like this?” I asked.

“My parents were pure bloods. They needed us all to be perfect so they gave my brother and I dance lessons.” I giggled at that so he quickly added, “No mocking! It helped me to get your mum.”

“How so?”

“Well, our first kiss was at the school ball and I like to think my superb dancing skills took part in convincing her.”

I heard my mother laugh as she walked up to us (a sound I hardly ever had heard escape from her mouth).

“Don’t be fooled by Sirius’ explanation of the event,” she warned, “After the kiss I ran out on him. And I like to think it was because of his ridiculous dancing skills.”

“Really now?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yep,” she beamed.

He narrowed his mischievous eyes that were so much like mine aside from the color, and jumped in front of her, tickling her. She screamed and giggled hysterically. I smiled, ‘Perfect moment.’ Harry’s arms formed around me from behind and I turned my head and kissed his cheek. He smiled and moved me to face him, kissing my lips tenderly.

“I love you so much,” he reminded me while our foreheads rested upon each others.

“I love you too…with all my heart.”