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The Valentine by Herculeha

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,021

Rating: 12+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: Romance, General, Fluff, Drama
Characters: Harry, OC

First Published: 02/14/2005
Last Chapter: 02/14/2005
Last Updated: 02/14/2005

A little ficlet written for all of my dear readers in honor of Valentine's Day! You receive a fake valentine from some horrible seventh years. Harry follows the trail your broken, bleeding heart leaves to the owlry, where he hopes to salvage your Valentine's Day with his adorableness! ^__^ You/Harry.

Chapter 1: The Valentine
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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear readers! Please, enjoy!

* The Valentine *

The owls won’t shut up.

The straw around you itches, everything smells like bird, you fear you’re sitting in something distasteful, and fragments of your shattered heart are lying in pitiful pieces before you.

* * *

“Lavender! Lavender!” You shove the red piece of cardboard under your friend’s nose. “A valentine!”

She sits up straighter and takes it in her hands. You’re sorry to see your glorious prize go, even for a moment.

“From who?”

You can hardly contain your excitement as you squeal the wonderful name:

“Harry Potter!”

* * *

The red cardboard heart that had been your source of pride and joy just an hour ago now lies in tiny shreds at your feet. The lace has been mutilated into sad little threads and what’s left of the neat, black letters has been rendered unreadable by tear stains.

“Shut up,” you spit at the annoying birds. “What have you got to moan about? It’s not like owls celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

* * *

“I’m sorry…I—I don’t know what you’re talking about—“

“But…Harry…” The hand that’s holding the valentine begins to tremble. Why do his jade eyes look so confused? Shouldn’t they be filled with open admiration and passion?

“Look…I didn’t send you any valentine.”

Like a fool, you proceed to hand it to him. You can’t understand why he’s looking at you, woebegone, like you’re a poor, abandoned puppy.

He swallows hard. Your heart freezes as he gives the valentine back to you.

“That’s not my handwriting.”

* * *

You pull your knees up to your chest and hug yourself tight. How had you allowed yourself to be so stupid? It should have been obvious. Bit all it took were a few mushy words and all your senses flew out the window. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

* * *

You don’t see the seventh years snickering in the corner until it’s too late and Harry is stuttering his apologies, looking like there are a million places he’d rather be right now.

You don’t want to cry: you feel dumb enough as it is. But you can’t stop the tears from coming when the boys step forward, laughing and mocking you.

You can’t even look at Harry anymore. He’s embarrassed, too.

Your heart aching within your chest, you flee, heading for the one place you know no one will be on Valentine’s Day—the owlery.

* * *

You hear footsteps coming up the ladder. Maybe it’s Lavender.

“H-Hello? {Your Name}?”

Oh Lord. It’s Harry.

You press your back against the wall, hoping it will swallow you and spare you the humiliation of having Harry see you.

No such luck.

“{Your Name}? Merlin…you look—you look…”

“Terrible?” you prompt, biting your lower lip. Harry is so wonderful…those seventh years had made a fool of him, too, and here he is, looking at you with utmost sympathy.

He rubs his toe in the ground. “Mind if I sit down?”

You shrug. Never mind that you feel like hiding your face in shame around him. You don’t have it in you to turn him away.

He places himself beside you in the straw and looks around uncomfortably. “Look. What those boys did—that wasn’t right.”

You whimper softly.

“I, uh, I know what it’s like, {Your Name}, to have a broken heart.”

You don’t say anything.

“See, in fourth year, I tried to ask Cho Chang to the Yule Ball. You remember the Yule Ball, right?”

You nod, feeling miserable inside. It’s sweet of him to try and make you feel better, but it’s hard to feel light and happy inside when you realize you’re competing with the likes of Ravenclaw beauty Cho Chang.

“I—I wanted to ask her in private, but Cho was never alone. I had to approach her when she was with those giggly friends of hers. And when I finally asked her, she didn’t understand because I was talking too fast.” He tilts his head back and closes his eyes, obviously feeling very idiotic as he recalls the event.

“And when she was finally able to comprehend what I was trying to say, she had to tell me that she was already going with someone.” He pauses and coughs lightly. “Someone a lot more popular and, well…more desirable than me.”

You manage a small smile.

“But…” He sits up a little straighter and puts his hands on his knees. “I think you have it a little better than me.”

You open your mouth but he continues before you can get a word out.

“Because in my situation, Cho ended up going to the Yule Ball with this better person. But I’m not spending my Valentine’s Day with another person. I’m here with you.”

You tilt your head to the side, unsure of what to say.

“So…{Your Name}… Will you be my Valentine?”

A ray of sunshine pokes through the gray February clouds.

“I-I’m not asking you out of pity,” he assures you hastily.

Your smile widens. “Yes, Harry. I’ll be your Valentine.”

He stands up and offers you his hand. You take it and allow him to help you up. Once you’re standing, he keeps your hand sheltered in the warmth of his own. “You’re a nice girl, {Your Name}.”

“And you’re certainly something, Harry Potter.”

He grins and your stomach flips.

“C’mon, let’s go back to the common room. I bet those dumb seventh years won’t know what hit them.” He hesitates for a moment, then pecks you lightly on the cheek before the both of you descend the ladder, holding hands the whole way.

* The End *