A/N: the shortest chapter of them all!! Um, this is the last chapter. I appreciate all of the reviews I've gotten, and I love you all. <3 um. Review this chapter if you want, and again, I'm sorry for the shortness of it. But that's the way it is. So deal.
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A Tale of Run-On Sentences
Chapter 3
You arrive back at Harry's apartment. He is sitting on the sofa, similar to how Ron was sitting moments before you broke his heart.
"I woke up and you weren't here," he says softly, standing up and pulling the cord tight on his robe. "I thought---"
"Shh," you say, cutting him off with a kiss. "You're the one I want." He kisses you back, pulling you toward him with his arm and then lets his hand sit on the curve of your waist. You stay there for minutes, lost in each other's eyes. And lips. There are no sunlit days, as it's now 4am, but sunlit days are overrated anyway. You smirk, thinking 'sunlit days' sounds like something out of a bad Harlequin novel, or something Ginny Weasley might say.
"What?" Harry asks, pulling away for a moment.
"Hm?"
"You were smiling at something."
"Oh, just thinking."
"About?"
"Oh, um---" you giggle; he's beginning to kiss a path from your neck to your ear. "Just--- oh, you've got to, I mean--- Ginny..."
"Mm, yesterday," he moans into your ear. "I told her we were over yesterday, love."
"What, you knew you'd get lucky last night?"
He laughs. "No--- but you and I've talked about running away from our terribly drab lives and finally being able to be together. And I don't love Ginny, I never really did, it was just a crush of sorts, an infatuation, something to make me realise I didn't want the superficialness of that kind of relationship; I wanted you. I basically told her all of that."
"Ow. How did she take it?"
"Not so good."
"I don't blame her... it'd be devastating to lose you."
"You almost did," he says. You're not sure if he's referring to last week's battle, or him almost getting married to Ginny. "I never gave her my mother's engagement ring, you know. The one I gave Ginny was one I bought at a store. When I--- we--- I mean, if--- when we... get engaged, I want to give you my mum's ring."
"Oh, Harry," you say. You wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. This is perfect. He's perfect.
fin.