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Little Miss Sunshine · 03-25-2008, 04:17 AM

Chapter 5

Harry came back for his visit, just like he said he would. He had come many times, and Draco always made sure he wouldn’t be in the house when Harry arrived. He always attended Quidditch games with Daniel.

“Mister Harry Potter has arrived, Mrs. Malfoy,” Thomas announced.

“Very well,” Farah said. “Bring him in.”

Thomas nodded. He left the room and returned with Harry. Tinsley ran over to Harry exclaiming “daddy!” She leapt into his arms and he hugged her tight, grinning widely. He spun her around, making her giggle. She planted a big wet kiss on the side of his cheek.

“It’s good to see you again, Farah,” Harry said, sitting down in a chair near her, Tinsley in his lap.

“You too,” she told him. “So how are you?”

“I’m fine. I just got back from Ron and Hermione’s house. They just had a baby today. A little boy. He looks just like Ron,” Harry laughed.

Farah giggled, making Harry smile more. “I’d expect that.”

“They miss you,” Harry told her. “Since they found out I’ve been coming to visit Tinsley, they keep telling me how much they miss you.”

“I miss them too,” Farah said. “It’d be great to see them again…and the baby…”

“I know they’d love for you to come see them,” Harry said, his eyes locking with Farah’s.

She blushed and looked away quickly. “I’ll try to visit them sometime.”

Harry nodded, playing with some of Tinsley’s curly hair.

“So, how is work…?,” Farah asked, crossing her legs. She snapped her fingers and within an instant, tea was being poured into a cup by one of the maids. The maid gave both Farah and Harry a cup and left.

“It’s fine,” Harry told her. “It’s a lot easier now, since Voldemort is gone. We have nothing to worry about.”

“That’s good to hear,” Farah replied.

Harry nodded. “Do you still plan to open your own clothing store?”

Farah had always loved clothes. She also loved the idea of meeting in the middle between wizarding attire and muggle clothing. In her spare time, she designed clothes that transformed the two types of clothing into one. It was one of her passions, and she was great at it. Constantly, she was drawing outfits whenever she could. But since she had came to be with Draco, she had thought less and less about her dream and more and more about him.

“I’m not sure,” Farah said. “I haven’t thought about it much…”

Harry knew why without even having to ask. “I think you should consider it. Your designs were amazing. You could revolutionize the way witches dress. You have an amazing talent that I think you should show to the world.”

Farah blushed again. “Thanks.”

“You don’t have to have me tell you these things, Farah,” Harry said. “You should already know them…”

“I know,” Farah mumbled.

“Don’t let anything hold you down from your dreams. You deserve better than that. When we were together, it was all you could think about. And I loved that,” Harry said. “But now I don’t want you to forget that. I want you to have that same passion for it that you did before. You were too good at what you did to just forget it like this…”

Farah nodded.

“I remember how obsessed you used to be with fashion. We’d go out to dinner and you would draw little designs of clothes on the napkins or any parchment you could find. It was adorable,” Harry smiled.

Farah smiled, too, remembering many times that she did that.

“You used to be so carefree and so passionate about everything. It is what made me love you,” Harry said. “But I still love you, Farah. Please don’t ever forget that. It will never change. I will never love anyone else but you.”

Farah caught Harry’s eyes and they locked. “Why do you love me?,” she asked him.

Harry’s gaze did not move at all. “I remember the first day I ever saw you, back in first year. I’ll never forget it. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. You were standing next to Malfoy, the two of you talking. He said something that made you giggle. Your giggle was the cutest thing I had ever heard. It was so melodic, almost like an angel singing. I loved it. But I knew you were best friends with Malfoy, and I knew I couldn’t talk to you. But I still admired you from afar.

“All through second year, I began to grow crazy for you. I saw more and more of you, and that made me happy. Then in third year, we actually met. You smiled at me and introduced yourself. I was scared to talk to you at first, because it was like fraternizing with the enemy. But I got over my fear and talked to you. You were so different from Malfoy; you were smart, beautiful, kind and caring. You began to talk to me more, and I was falling more and more in love with you. After a long talk with Hermione and Ron, I finally got the courage up to ask you out.

“I was worried, at first. I didn’t think you felt the same. Everyone had always said that there was something between you and Malfoy, and that worried me. I thought you were better than Malfoy. I finally asked you out, and you said yes. I was so excited. And then you threw your arms around me and kissed me. It felt like I had been lifted off the ground by angels. It was like I was flying, like I was dreaming.

“The years went by and we grew closer and closer. You knew everything about me, and I knew everything about you. You understood everything that I had to face with Voldemort, and you supported me more than anyone else. I loved you for that. I felt awful when I had to leave you to go on trips and such, but I knew you understood.

“We finally graduated, and I knew the time to beat Voldemort was fast approaching. We bought a house together, and it was the happiest time of my life, even though there was so much going on around us.

“And then you found out you were pregnant. I was so excited I didn’t know what to do with myself. The thought that I helped make that little girl living inside of you made me ecstatic. I had always wanted to be a parent. And now I was going to share it with the woman I loved most. I thought nothing could ruin my happiness.

“But I thought wrong. You were eight months pregnant and about to turn twenty. We had received word that Voldemort wanted to have a war. At first we were reluctant to go in, but you showed me that there was no other way. I had to kill him. It was for the sake of my child and for you.

“The war began the day of your birthday. Others thought this would upset you, but since I knew you, I knew it wouldn’t. I didn’t want you to go, for I was scared something would happen to you. But you were hard headed and you went with me anyway.

“And something did happen to you. I had defeated Voldemort, but everyone was still battling. I looked everywhere for you, but yet I couldn’t find you. I was growing scared. I thought you had been killed. After what felt like an eternity, I finally saw you. But I saw something that scared me more: Draco was running toward you. You had your back to him, and you couldn’t see him. He was closer to you than I, but that didn’t stop me from running toward you. I knew what he had on his mind. I wasn’t stupid. The look on your face, when he put his hand over your mouth, scared me so badly I wanted to cry. It hit me like a blow to the stomach. And before I knew it, you were gone.

“I didn’t know what to do. I told Ron, Hermione, the Order…everything. But we could never find out where Malfoy lived. Many said he put an invisible charm over the Manor. We searched for you for a very long time. People told me to give up, that we were never going to find you. But I didn’t listen to them. I knew you would appear.

“And I was right. I was walking through the Alley one day. I was on a break from work and figured a nice stroll down there would be nice. I looked through all of the windows, just like the many other passerby’s. I looked into the baby store. I didn’t expect to see anyone I knew. But then my eyes landed on a head full of brown curls, and I automatically knew who it was. It had to be you. No one else in this world had an appearance that made my heart skip a beat by just seeing it.

“I entered the store, my hopes set on that you would be happy to see me, jump into my arms, kiss me hard and we could go back to living together as if this little split had never happened. Oh, how wrong I was. On the contrary, you almost seemed happy I was gone. You turned to face me, and that happiness hit me like a blow to the face. You were clearly pregnant. It had been over a year since you had disappeared, I knew you weren’t still pregnant with our child. But just as I had feared, you were pregnant with a Malfoy.

“I knew when he had taken you that this would probably happen. I knew that when you two were younger there was too much chemistry between you two to just stay friends forever, and to never once give the relationship thing a try. I knew Malfoy had a thing for you ever since I first saw the way he looked at you. I knew he would either force you into it or curse you into it. But yet you claimed it happened out of pure love.

“I was distraught, disgusted. I felt betrayed. I knew you hadn’t wanted to hurt me on purpose, but it still felt that way. I wanted to shake you, to tell you that you were mental, that you were losing your mind. I wanted to tell you Malfoy had brainwashed you, telling you lies, forcing you to fall in love with him. I didn’t want to believe that you truly loved him.

“What hurt the most was when you told me you couldn’t leave him. I knew you had truly loved him, and at that moment, I had lost you. Forever, perhaps. I tried to tell myself that you were delusional, but deep down I knew you really loved him.

“You didn’t want to leave him. All that time we had been together felt as if it had been wasted, to me. You didn’t want to come with me, you didn’t want to be a family with me. It was if you had smashed our dream of being a family together into pieces.

“I left the store, thinking I would never see you again. But more time passed, and in that time you had given birth to the Malfoy and become more beautiful than ever. I was sitting in my office at my home and Hermione came bursting in, telling me she had seen you. Of course I wanted her to immediately take me to you. I had to see you again.

“We apparated to a clothing store. I looked into the window, taking in a sharp breath at how beautiful you were. Gone was the baby bump and back were the beautiful curves you had possessed before.

“I knew I had to talk to you. I went up to you and asked you to talk. You acted as if you didn’t want to, but you obliged, nonetheless. We went out for coffee, chatting a tad bit. You went to leave, but I didn’t want you to. Before I had even known what I had done, I grabbed you and kissed you. The feeling of love returned to me, causing my heart to beat faster. I never wanted to let you go.

“But then you said his name. I should have known it was coming. I should have known you would be with me but your heart and mind would be with him. But I just wanted to feel like for one minute that you were mine again.

“All of this time, I have never stopped thinking of you. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t wish that you were mine again, that Malfoy had never ruined anything between us, that this family you have was our family, not your’s and Malfoy’s. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t wish I could hold you, touch you, feel you, kiss you again. I wake up every morning to an empty bed, wishing that you were back laying next to me like you had so long ago. Not a day goes by where I don’t yearn to hear your voice, desire to hear your laughter, want you so much I can’t stand it. But the Farah I want isn’t the one sitting here with me. No, the Farah I want is long gone, and has been. She left when Malfoy changed her. The new Farah sitting here not only has a new last name, but a new lifestyle. The new Farah sitting here would never act or dress like the old Farah. The old Farah would frown upon the new Farah. But no, they are now two different women. And it saddens me.”

Both Farah and Harry’s eyes were brimming with tears.

“But to me, you’re still just Farah, I can see you now, playing with Tinsley in the living room of our home, food in the kitchen cooking and a smile so wide on your face that it could light up the whole world. I could see you and me together again, more in love than ever. I can see it, I can touch it, I can dream it. But more than anything, I want to have it,” Harry told her, tears starting to fall from both of their eyes.

“Nothing could ever be the same between us, Harry,” Farah mumbled softly.

“But I’m willing to give that a chance,” Harry replied.

“But I’m in love with Draco,” Farah objected.

“But I’m in love with you!,” Harry exclaimed. “Don’t you get it? My love for you has never stopped, and it never will! I want you so badly that I’d be willing to do anything to get you back! You can’t tell me that you don’t still love me! You wouldn’t be here, giving me a time of day if you still didn’t feel that way for me!”

Harry sat Tinsley down, and she left the room, eager to get away from the adults who were raising their voices. Farah stood up and Harry walked over to her, standing close. She was crying. Harry took her face in his hands, causing her to tremble.

“I still love you, Farah,” Harry breathed. “More than anything…”

Farah took a deep breath, fresh tears falling from her eyes. “I still love you, too.”

The tension between the two was so thick. Harry moved closer, his face barely an inch from hers.

“But I can’t do this to Draco,” she breathed, Harry’s lips almost touching hers.

His hands slid from her face slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He backed away a little away from her.

“You could forget him and be with me forever,” Harry protested.

“It isn’t that easy…,” Farah protested.

“And neither are the feelings I have for you!,” Harry exclaimed. “But I’m trying to fix all of this!”

Farah held up her left hand, her ring glistening. “I’m married to him.”

“You can get a divorce,” Harry told her.

He took a firm hold on her hand.

“I’d rather not,” Farah replied.

“I could kill him,” Harry suggested.

“And you could join all of the lunatics in Azkaban,” Farah said.

“You could leave while he’s gone and he’d never know what happened to you,” Harry announced.

“Oh you’re so clever,” Farah spat.

“I’m trying to make this work,” Harry said.

“Well I honestly don’t think it ever will!,” Farah exclaimed, pulling her hand from Harry’s. “Why can’t you just get over me? Why can’t you just forget me and move on? Why can’t you just fall in love with someone else?”

“Because no one else is you,” Harry said quietly.

Farah’s face fell. She began to softly cry again. Harry walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. She rested her head on his chest like she had done many times before. She wept softly as Harry found one of her hand’s with his and locked his fingers in between hers. He kissed her hand, and then kissed the top of her head. He rested his chin on her head, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent she always had. He never wanted to leave this spot, but he knew Malfoy would be home soon. He pulled back from Farah, pushing her hair out of her face and whipping her tears away with a calloused thumb.

“I’ll give you time to think about it,” he told her quietly. “But just remember, you can’t do this to me much longer. I can’t live without you…”

She nodded to him and he completely let her go. He turned and left the house, giving Tinsley a quick good-bye on his way out. Farah fell to the floor in a heap of tears. She tried to straighten herself up because she knew her husband would be home soon and because she knew that Harry’s scent was still lingering in her lungs and on her clothing.

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Little Miss Sunshine Formerly: G00DGIRLG0N3BAD Brownie Protector Banshee Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 16,355	Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Harry came back for his visit, just like he said he would. He had come many times, and Draco always made sure he wouldn’t be in the house when Harry arrived. He always attended Quidditch games with Daniel. “Mister Harry Potter has arrived, Mrs. Malfoy,” Thomas announced. “Very well,” Farah said. “Bring him in.” Thomas nodded. He left the room and returned with Harry. Tinsley ran over to Harry exclaiming “daddy!” She leapt into his arms and he hugged her tight, grinning widely. He spun her around, making her giggle. She planted a big wet kiss on the side of his cheek. “It’s good to see you again, Farah,” Harry said, sitting down in a chair near her, Tinsley in his lap. “You too,” she told him. “So how are you?” “I’m fine. I just got back from Ron and Hermione’s house. They just had a baby today. A little boy. He looks just like Ron,” Harry laughed. Farah giggled, making Harry smile more. “I’d expect that.” “They miss you,” Harry told her. “Since they found out I’ve been coming to visit Tinsley, they keep telling me how much they miss you.” “I miss them too,” Farah said. “It’d be great to see them again…and the baby…” “I know they’d love for you to come see them,” Harry said, his eyes locking with Farah’s. She blushed and looked away quickly. “I’ll try to visit them sometime.” Harry nodded, playing with some of Tinsley’s curly hair. “So, how is work…?,” Farah asked, crossing her legs. She snapped her fingers and within an instant, tea was being poured into a cup by one of the maids. The maid gave both Farah and Harry a cup and left. “It’s fine,” Harry told her. “It’s a lot easier now, since Voldemort is gone. We have nothing to worry about.” “That’s good to hear,” Farah replied. Harry nodded. “Do you still plan to open your own clothing store?” Farah had always loved clothes. She also loved the idea of meeting in the middle between wizarding attire and muggle clothing. In her spare time, she designed clothes that transformed the two types of clothing into one. It was one of her passions, and she was great at it. Constantly, she was drawing outfits whenever she could. But since she had came to be with Draco, she had thought less and less about her dream and more and more about him. “I’m not sure,” Farah said. “I haven’t thought about it much…” Harry knew why without even having to ask. “I think you should consider it. Your designs were amazing. You could revolutionize the way witches dress. You have an amazing talent that I think you should show to the world.” Farah blushed again. “Thanks.” “You don’t have to have me tell you these things, Farah,” Harry said. “You should already know them…” “I know,” Farah mumbled. “Don’t let anything hold you down from your dreams. You deserve better than that. When we were together, it was all you could think about. And I loved that,” Harry said. “But now I don’t want you to forget that. I want you to have that same passion for it that you did before. You were too good at what you did to just forget it like this…” Farah nodded. “I remember how obsessed you used to be with fashion. We’d go out to dinner and you would draw little designs of clothes on the napkins or any parchment you could find. It was adorable,” Harry smiled. Farah smiled, too, remembering many times that she did that. “You used to be so carefree and so passionate about everything. It is what made me love you,” Harry said. “But I still love you, Farah. Please don’t ever forget that. It will never change. I will never love anyone else but you.” Farah caught Harry’s eyes and they locked. “Why do you love me?,” she asked him. Harry’s gaze did not move at all. “I remember the first day I ever saw you, back in first year. I’ll never forget it. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. You were standing next to Malfoy, the two of you talking. He said something that made you giggle. Your giggle was the cutest thing I had ever heard. It was so melodic, almost like an angel singing. I loved it. But I knew you were best friends with Malfoy, and I knew I couldn’t talk to you. But I still admired you from afar. “All through second year, I began to grow crazy for you. I saw more and more of you, and that made me happy. Then in third year, we actually met. You smiled at me and introduced yourself. I was scared to talk to you at first, because it was like fraternizing with the enemy. But I got over my fear and talked to you. You were so different from Malfoy; you were smart, beautiful, kind and caring. You began to talk to me more, and I was falling more and more in love with you. After a long talk with Hermione and Ron, I finally got the courage up to ask you out. “I was worried, at first. I didn’t think you felt the same. Everyone had always said that there was something between you and Malfoy, and that worried me. I thought you were better than Malfoy. I finally asked you out, and you said yes. I was so excited. And then you threw your arms around me and kissed me. It felt like I had been lifted off the ground by angels. It was like I was flying, like I was dreaming. “The years went by and we grew closer and closer. You knew everything about me, and I knew everything about you. You understood everything that I had to face with Voldemort, and you supported me more than anyone else. I loved you for that. I felt awful when I had to leave you to go on trips and such, but I knew you understood. “We finally graduated, and I knew the time to beat Voldemort was fast approaching. We bought a house together, and it was the happiest time of my life, even though there was so much going on around us. “And then you found out you were pregnant. I was so excited I didn’t know what to do with myself. The thought that I helped make that little girl living inside of you made me ecstatic. I had always wanted to be a parent. And now I was going to share it with the woman I loved most. I thought nothing could ruin my happiness. “But I thought wrong. You were eight months pregnant and about to turn twenty. We had received word that Voldemort wanted to have a war. At first we were reluctant to go in, but you showed me that there was no other way. I had to kill him. It was for the sake of my child and for you. “The war began the day of your birthday. Others thought this would upset you, but since I knew you, I knew it wouldn’t. I didn’t want you to go, for I was scared something would happen to you. But you were hard headed and you went with me anyway. “And something did happen to you. I had defeated Voldemort, but everyone was still battling. I looked everywhere for you, but yet I couldn’t find you. I was growing scared. I thought you had been killed. After what felt like an eternity, I finally saw you. But I saw something that scared me more: Draco was running toward you. You had your back to him, and you couldn’t see him. He was closer to you than I, but that didn’t stop me from running toward you. I knew what he had on his mind. I wasn’t stupid. The look on your face, when he put his hand over your mouth, scared me so badly I wanted to cry. It hit me like a blow to the stomach. And before I knew it, you were gone. “I didn’t know what to do. I told Ron, Hermione, the Order…everything. But we could never find out where Malfoy lived. Many said he put an invisible charm over the Manor. We searched for you for a very long time. People told me to give up, that we were never going to find you. But I didn’t listen to them. I knew you would appear. “And I was right. I was walking through the Alley one day. I was on a break from work and figured a nice stroll down there would be nice. I looked through all of the windows, just like the many other passerby’s. I looked into the baby store. I didn’t expect to see anyone I knew. But then my eyes landed on a head full of brown curls, and I automatically knew who it was. It had to be you. No one else in this world had an appearance that made my heart skip a beat by just seeing it. “I entered the store, my hopes set on that you would be happy to see me, jump into my arms, kiss me hard and we could go back to living together as if this little split had never happened. Oh, how wrong I was. On the contrary, you almost seemed happy I was gone. You turned to face me, and that happiness hit me like a blow to the face. You were clearly pregnant. It had been over a year since you had disappeared, I knew you weren’t still pregnant with our child. But just as I had feared, you were pregnant with a Malfoy. “I knew when he had taken you that this would probably happen. I knew that when you two were younger there was too much chemistry between you two to just stay friends forever, and to never once give the relationship thing a try. I knew Malfoy had a thing for you ever since I first saw the way he looked at you. I knew he would either force you into it or curse you into it. But yet you claimed it happened out of pure love. “I was distraught, disgusted. I felt betrayed. I knew you hadn’t wanted to hurt me on purpose, but it still felt that way. I wanted to shake you, to tell you that you were mental, that you were losing your mind. I wanted to tell you Malfoy had brainwashed you, telling you lies, forcing you to fall in love with him. I didn’t want to believe that you truly loved him. “What hurt the most was when you told me you couldn’t leave him. I knew you had truly loved him, and at that moment, I had lost you. Forever, perhaps. I tried to tell myself that you were delusional, but deep down I knew you really loved him. “You didn’t want to leave him. All that time we had been together felt as if it had been wasted, to me. You didn’t want to come with me, you didn’t want to be a family with me. It was if you had smashed our dream of being a family together into pieces. “I left the store, thinking I would never see you again. But more time passed, and in that time you had given birth to the Malfoy and become more beautiful than ever. I was sitting in my office at my home and Hermione came bursting in, telling me she had seen you. Of course I wanted her to immediately take me to you. I had to see you again. “We apparated to a clothing store. I looked into the window, taking in a sharp breath at how beautiful you were. Gone was the baby bump and back were the beautiful curves you had possessed before. “I knew I had to talk to you. I went up to you and asked you to talk. You acted as if you didn’t want to, but you obliged, nonetheless. We went out for coffee, chatting a tad bit. You went to leave, but I didn’t want you to. Before I had even known what I had done, I grabbed you and kissed you. The feeling of love returned to me, causing my heart to beat faster. I never wanted to let you go. “But then you said his name. I should have known it was coming. I should have known you would be with me but your heart and mind would be with him. But I just wanted to feel like for one minute that you were mine again. “All of this time, I have never stopped thinking of you. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t wish that you were mine again, that Malfoy had never ruined anything between us, that this family you have was our family, not your’s and Malfoy’s. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t wish I could hold you, touch you, feel you, kiss you again. I wake up every morning to an empty bed, wishing that you were back laying next to me like you had so long ago. Not a day goes by where I don’t yearn to hear your voice, desire to hear your laughter, want you so much I can’t stand it. But the Farah I want isn’t the one sitting here with me. No, the Farah I want is long gone, and has been. She left when Malfoy changed her. The new Farah sitting here not only has a new last name, but a new lifestyle. The new Farah sitting here would never act or dress like the old Farah. The old Farah would frown upon the new Farah. But no, they are now two different women. And it saddens me.” Both Farah and Harry’s eyes were brimming with tears. “But to me, you’re still just Farah, I can see you now, playing with Tinsley in the living room of our home, food in the kitchen cooking and a smile so wide on your face that it could light up the whole world. I could see you and me together again, more in love than ever. I can see it, I can touch it, I can dream it. But more than anything, I want to have it,” Harry told her, tears starting to fall from both of their eyes. “Nothing could ever be the same between us, Harry,” Farah mumbled softly. “But I’m willing to give that a chance,” Harry replied. “But I’m in love with Draco,” Farah objected. “But I’m in love with you!,” Harry exclaimed. “Don’t you get it? My love for you has never stopped, and it never will! I want you so badly that I’d be willing to do anything to get you back! You can’t tell me that you don’t still love me! You wouldn’t be here, giving me a time of day if you still didn’t feel that way for me!” Harry sat Tinsley down, and she left the room, eager to get away from the adults who were raising their voices. Farah stood up and Harry walked over to her, standing close. She was crying. Harry took her face in his hands, causing her to tremble. “I still love you, Farah,” Harry breathed. “More than anything…” Farah took a deep breath, fresh tears falling from her eyes. “I still love you, too.” The tension between the two was so thick. Harry moved closer, his face barely an inch from hers. “But I can’t do this to Draco,” she breathed, Harry’s lips almost touching hers. His hands slid from her face slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He backed away a little away from her. “You could forget him and be with me forever,” Harry protested. “It isn’t that easy…,” Farah protested. “And neither are the feelings I have for you!,” Harry exclaimed. “But I’m trying to fix all of this!” Farah held up her left hand, her ring glistening. “I’m married to him.” “You can get a divorce,” Harry told her. He took a firm hold on her hand. “I’d rather not,” Farah replied. “I could kill him,” Harry suggested. “And you could join all of the lunatics in Azkaban,” Farah said. “You could leave while he’s gone and he’d never know what happened to you,” Harry announced. “Oh you’re so clever,” Farah spat. “I’m trying to make this work,” Harry said. “Well I honestly don’t think it ever will!,” Farah exclaimed, pulling her hand from Harry’s. “Why can’t you just get over me? Why can’t you just forget me and move on? Why can’t you just fall in love with someone else?” “Because no one else is you,” Harry said quietly. Farah’s face fell. She began to softly cry again. Harry walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. She rested her head on his chest like she had done many times before. She wept softly as Harry found one of her hand’s with his and locked his fingers in between hers. He kissed her hand, and then kissed the top of her head. He rested his chin on her head, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent she always had. He never wanted to leave this spot, but he knew Malfoy would be home soon. He pulled back from Farah, pushing her hair out of her face and whipping her tears away with a calloused thumb. “I’ll give you time to think about it,” he told her quietly. “But just remember, you can’t do this to me much longer. I can’t live without you…” She nodded to him and he completely let her go. He turned and left the house, giving Tinsley a quick good-bye on his way out. Farah fell to the floor in a heap of tears. She tried to straighten herself up because she knew her husband would be home soon and because she knew that Harry’s scent was still lingering in her lungs and on her clothing. Last edited by Little Miss Sunshine : 06-27-2008 at 04:09 PM.