his chosen one | harry james potter

Cece

florence pov

The night after it happened, Harry and I sat awake by the fire. Just us. Late at night.

"Why didn't you tell me." He asked quietly.

I turned to him. But he wasn't looking at me. He hasn't looked at me since he found out.

"You know why."

"No." He said. "I don't."

"I was scared. I still am."

"Of what?"

"Of what people would think......of what you would think. As soon as I told you, you'd be in danger. As soon as you know who I am, you're involved."

"I'm already involved." He said simply. "Is that why Lucius moved you away from Beaxbatons? Because people found out about your real identity?"

I nodded. "They didn't exactly....understand."

"What about Ron and Hermione?" He asked, looking at my for the first time.

"What about them?"

"When will you tell them?"

I looked down. "I can't. Not right now."

"They deserve to know."

"I know they do. I'm just....not ready."

"They're your best friends." He said strictly.

"I know, okay! It's not easy telling other people who you are when you don't even know yourself." I blurted out.

"When will you tell them?" He asked quietly.

"I don't know. Christmas maybe."

We sat in a painful silence.

"What's happens now?" He asked.

"To what?"

"Us."

I looked up at Harry, trying to keep my tears back.
He's in even more danger than he was before. And it's all my fault. I exposed my feelings for Harry in front of my father when I touched his hand with mine. Voldemort knows and it's my fault. I've ruined it all.

I need to put Harry first now. Even if it hurts us both.

I looked to the ground. "He knows now, my father. He knows how I feel about you, which means you're in more danger than before. We both are."

He sat up. "I don't care about that."

"This is the only reason I didn't tell you how I felt about you straight away. Because for years I told myself we can't happen, because I didn't want to get you hurt." I blinked and tears began falling. "And now-now you are."

Harry shook his head in denial. "The only thing that's hurting me is this, Florence. We're just kids. We should be able to make our own decisions without worrying about dying or getting in danger."

"But that's not my reality. If I like you, you're just higher up on my father's kill list. And I can't live with myself if I'm the one putting you in danger." I said through teary eyes.

"Florence, I-"

And what I said next, was the most painful, untrue thing I have ever said in my entire life.

"I don't have any feelings for you, Harry."

He froze. The only sound in the room was the crackling of wood from the common room fire.

"No. You're just saying that. Stop saying that."

I shook my head. "It's true."

Our eyes met. I used every ounce of strength in me not to admit I was lying to him.