Him - A Harry Potter Love Story

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"She gave you both more detention?!" Hermione gasped.

"That arrogant toad-faced git!" Ron hissed. "And you were just walking through the halls?"

"Well, first, she got mad about us walking in a 'weird part' of the castle," I explained, rolling my eyes.

"And then she got mad at us for holding hands," Harry continued. "So we have a week of detention."

Hermione had seen my bandaged hand and got me to cave and tell her what had happened the last month. She had given us this interesting liquid that took away the pain, helping a lot better than the Room of Requirement.

Now that I knew what was coming for this round of detentions, I was terrified. I still had red marks on my hand, and I knew that they would scar after this. And reopening the cuts wouldn't be much better than getting new ones...

I said goodnight to Harry and went upstairs after a while, Hermione following me. I was honestly worried about going to sleep, at the moment...I had had a weird dream the previous night, moving through a dark hallway. I stopped at a door that seemed to beg me to go into, only to wake up. It shouldn't have been considered a nightmare, but something about it was extremely unsettling.

I laid awake for an hour, and then two hours. I was so exhausted, I could barely keep my eyes open, yet when I nodded off I snapped back awake, flashes of the hallway in my vision. Finally, I took a few deep breaths after nearly my twentieth time of starting awake, rolled over to a different position, and squeezed my eyes shut, praying that I wouldn't have that same dream.

But I did.

It was just as unsettling as before. It seemed to happen the second I closed my eyes, dragging out and becoming the longest dream I felt I had ever had. I reached the door and suddenly felt a longing to go inside. I tried to move, but felt a weird pressure around my body, feeling as if I was paralyzed. I wanted desperately to reach out, to turn the doorknob, to see what was inside...

And then I jerked awake.

I let out a quiet groan of frustration, running a hand through my hair angrily, standing up. A sudden chill in the room, I grabbed a hoodie and pulled it over the tank-top I was wearing and headed downstairs to the common room.

I stomped over to the fireplace, plopping down on the seat and watching the dying fire. I dug my palms into my forehead, trying to hold back tears. I was just so tired, yet I felt like I would never sleep again.

"Cassie?"

I turned around; just like it always was at this time in the common room, it was Harry.

"Couldn't sleep?" I asked as he walked over and sat down next to me.

"Yeah. I just woke up for the billionth time..." he sighed. "I thought I heard you come down and wanted to join you."

"Do you wanna go outside again? Like last year?" I suggested, a small smile on my face. One spread over his, and he nodded eagerly, standing up again.

"I actually brought my cloak," he laughed softly, moving it so I could see it better in the dark.

"So prepared," I teased, standing up. I let him throw the cloak around us, and we started out of the common room.

We made our way outside, finding the small clearing we had our first kiss in last year. I let out a laugh as he whipped the cloak off, dramatically throwing it up in the air.

We laid down together in the grass, our hands intertwined. The stars glowed brightly above us, many more than you would see in a crowded city. My thoughts travelled over to the dream...and I knew I should tell him.