For a week now, I've been walking around in a daze, not quite able to believe it. It's unbelievable, it really is. I can't believe it. Did I say that already? It's true though. I can't believe it. None of my friends could, either.
'Oh, you're so lucky,' Megan squealed.
'Forget Ginny, Harry's the lucky one,' Tanya said.
'You have to tell us everything, and you have to do it right now,' Sam said, pulling some Butterbeer from her hidden stash. It was fun to be centre of attention for all the right reasons for a change.
I told them all about how we'd become good friends over the summer, how we'd been roped into helping Ron with a demonstration, how the spell had, apparently, backfired at first, and how I'd ended up making a fool of myself yet again.
But this time Harry didn't try and save my blushes by ignoring me. He came after me. He made me feel better. And, oh, he kissed me...
The girls squealed, and I was besieged by inquiries. How good a kisser was he? (Very.) Did he use his tongue? (A little.) Did he try anything on? (He was a perfect gentleman.) Would I have let him try anything on? (Sam, the filthy minded girl. But yes, probably…)
In the end, though, it all came back to one simple thing.
He kissed me. He kissed me. He kissed me. He kissed me.
Sorry. I'm really not normally this giddy. Really. It's just that I've heard about Harry Potter since I was a child, a baby really. I grew up hearing all about him, and then I met him, and this hero-worship every wizard child has came crashing down around my ears.
That's Harry Potter? That messy-haired, scrawny, short, polite, incredibly brave, impossibly handsome boy was Harry Potter? Wow.
I'll just gloss over the next few years. Embarrassing in retrospect, even worse at the time. Last year, with its false starts in the relationship department –me with Michael, Harry with Cho- with all the misery heaped upon us, and Harry in particular, by Sirius' death, well, it's the year that I actually stood side by side with Harry when he fought the Death Eaters. Okay, so I broke my ankle like some stupid princess who needs rescuing, but apart from that I think I did okay. And come the summer, Harry and me were talking like we'd been friends forever.
And then he kissed me. And I'm going out with Harry Potter. It's just so unbelievable. Part of me still won't accept it. I have to keep repeating it to myself in case it all vanishes.
He's got a lot of what Tanya calls baggage. But I don't care. I'm there for him, whenever he needs a shoulder to cry on, a strong arm to lean on, a bum to squ-
Sorry, sorry. I was channelling Fred and George there for a second. Of course, Fred is kind of responsible for me and Harry getting together, partly at least, so maybe it's not a bad thing.
Whatever. The second part of the story started a week after Harry and I started going out. It had been a good week. Harry and I sat together at meals, he held my hand, and he laughed a lot, which made me feel good. After all those years of watching him, I knew the sort of things that made Harry laugh, and I was good at getting a chuckle out of him.
The one thing we hadn't done was kiss again.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not some sort of lust crazed scarlet woman, but I wanted to kiss Harry. And he wanted to kiss me, too. So we tried to get some time alone, but Ron seemed to be everywhere. It was incredible. After a frosty spell the morning that he found out, he was right in favour of Harry and me. He even reckoned he would have set us up this year, and that he thought we'd be good for each other. He made sure that I was included in everything that the three of them did.
Which meant, of course, that Harry and I were included in everything Hermione and him did.
That was nice, don't get me wrong. After so long on the outside, it was great to be included. And I knew that Harry appreciated Ron's efforts. It's just that Ron didn't allow us a moment alone. He wasn't even bad about it. He never said anything about us being together. He just seemed to think that we found time to go off and do coupley things together on our own time. At least, that's what Hermione said, and she knows Ron better than anyone.
Which is why we asked her to help us. Hermione's a romantic at heart, the same as me, and she knew we needed time on our own, and also knew that we weren't getting any. We didn't want to offend Ron, so Hermione promised to come up with something.
Genius that she is, she came up with the idea of dragging Ron off to a S.P.E.W. meeting. It was fun watching them bickering away about it, but eventually they went off. I don't think Ron minded too much. He likes Hermione more than he'd ever admit, and he likes spending time with her, too.
Anyway, we had to wait for the common room to clear out before we could do anything. Finally, Harry slipped off to get his Invisibility Cloak. I can understand why he doesn't want everyone knowing about it. There's only a handful of people who know he has one, and even fewer who have ever had the chance to use it. It was a real thrill to see it for the first time, and just so cool to see ourselves disappear as he swept it over us.
It wasn't exactly cool under the cloak, though. Quite the opposite, really. I'm not going to draw you a picture, though. Let's just say that all those early morning workouts for Quidditch have really had an affect on Harry, okay?
Anyway, we made our way out of the portrait hole –the Fat Lady seems to be used to invisible people; she certainly didn't say anything— and up the stairs. I had a fairly good idea about where we were going, even if Harry hadn't told me exactly.
The Room of Requirements has become a favourite place for rumoured meetings ever since Dumbledore's Army started meeting there last year. It's all rumour, of course. There's only three people who actually know how to get in there: Harry, Ron and Hermione. Harry says that even Dumbledore doesn't know, but I'd be very surprised if that's true. Anyway, until Ron and Hermione get together –it's going to happen. Everyone knows it, even if Ron would hex someone into oblivion for suggesting it— then Harry and I have it all to ourselves.
The Invisibility Cloak is just amazing, but Harry and I now are a bit bigger than Ron and Harry in their first year. It didn't always cover every bit of us, and so we tried to stick to the shadows as much as possible. Even so, when we were walking along the seventh floor towards the Room, someone did see us, and before we could react, they were running away from us. When they passed through a pool of light from a torch, I knew at once that it was Ron and Hermione. Even worse, they dashed into the Room of Requirement and slammed the door.
Worse yet, the door promptly vanished. Apparently what Ron and Hermione needed most of all was a hiding place. The next two people we saw confirmed that by their very presence.
Snape and Filch. They're just horrible, and they actually seem to like one another. I know Snape must have his good points –and he probably stopped Crabbe from choking Neville to death last year- but when he's just plain old Professor Snape, he's just plain old evil. And Filch is every bit as bad. Seeing the two of them together makes me shiver. Harry slipped his arm around me to hold me still under the Cloak. Filch had Mrs Norris with him, and Harry whispered very quietly that he didn't think the Cloak worked on her. We froze.
Snape passed about a foot from us. I held my breath, willing myself to be as still as I could. Every faint movement of the cloak felt like it was going to give us away. I barely registered that Harry had his arms around me and was holding me tight against him. I was so nervous I almost think Harry could have stripped down to his boxers and I wouldn't have noticed.
Actually, I probably would have done. That'd almost certainly get my attention, thinking about it...
Oh, sorry, I got a bit away from the story there, didn't I? Terrible of me. Um, yeah. Snape and Filch went their separate ways at the end of the corridor, and I breathed again. Just in time to realise Harry was still holding me close. Just because we're a couple now doesn't mean I don't still blush. Of course I do, and I was grateful it was so dark right then. Harry slowly released me, but under the cloak there wasn't much room to move away. Besides, it was nice to lean against him. He leant forward slightly and rested his chin on my shoulder.
'It's not our night, is it?' he said. I could tell he was grinning. I wanted to just grab him and kiss him right there, but I was pretty sure it'd give us away.
We made our way to the kitchen to get a drink, which was fun because we met all of the house elves. Then we went slowly back to Gryffindor Tower. The Fat Lady let us in without even opening her eyes, and we found ourselves back in the common room.
In the empty common room.
We kept the Invisibility Cloak on. At first, anyway.