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The ball ended too soon for Buffy’s liking. The evening had been thoroughly enjoyable, and by the end of the night, she and Harry had practically forgotten about the attack the previous day. Everyone was forced back to their Common Rooms, though the Professors had wisely not given them curfews for lights-out. The students were just told to be considerate f the first, second and third years who were probably sleeping.

The girls got out of their dresses, changing into either pyjamas or just regular clothing depending on whether they wished to stay awake the whole night whilst the guys shed their suits and ties, opting for jeans and t-shirts. Buffy changed into a pair of grey pants, black ankle-high boots and a white ribbed shirt. The Common Room was warm enough that they didn’t need their cloaks. Buffy slid her wand down into the inside of her boot, keeping it close to her at all times. Hermione called her overly paranoid, but Buffy felt safer with it than without it.

Some of the girls made quite a sight, their hair still done-up perfectly as they lounged around the Common Room in their pyjamas. Harry, Buffy, Hermione and Ron had claimed a corner of the Common Room, bringing out pillows and blankets to soften the floor. In the middle of their group was a bowl of sweets that was slowly being demolished.

“That was the far better than last years ball, wouldn’t you agree?” Hermione asked.

Harry and Ron both nodded enthusiastically. Buffy just looked between the three of them, wondering what had happened.

“What was so bad about last years ball?” she asked.

She was met with simultaneous rolling eyes from the three of them.

“Besides being forced to find a partner-”

“And not being able to find one-”

“And only being asked as a last resort-”

“And having to open the dance-”

“And not having a proper outfit-”

“And having Ron be irrationally jealous-”

“It was just fine,” Harry, Ron and Hermione finished together.

Buffy just looked at them and finally nodded, not wanting to know if she really wanted that to be explained to her.

“Well, I’m glad you guys enjoyed yourselves this year,” Buffy said.

“What about you?” Ron asked. “You looked like you were having fun ‘til Malfoy started bugging you.”

Buffy just shrugged and popped a piece of chocolate from their stash into her mouth.

“He wasn’t really bugging me. We just danced,” Buffy replied.

Harry still wasn’t comfortable with the memory of Draco’s hand on Buffy’s cheek. He’d been irrationally afraid that Draco had been about to hit Buffy, something that Harry would happily have killed the Slytherin boy over.

The hours wore on and the crowd in the Common Room thinned out. Hermione and Ron opted to head up to bed, leaving Buffy and Harry alone in the Common Room. She’d settled herself into his arms several hours ago, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

When they’d realised that they were alone, they’d spent about thirty minutes just talking quietly and kissing between sentences. Eventually they’d given up on talking and had just stuck with kissing each other, alternating between slow, sweet kisses and hard, passionate kisses.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

Buffy swallowed hard. She’d been debating with herself for the last half an hour about whether or not to tell Harry the biggest secret she had. She felt that she owed it to him. She felt that she had to tell him before things got out of hand between them. Before their feelings got too complicated. Somehow Buffy knew that their feelings were complicated enough as it was. She wanted –needed- to tell him that Voldemort was her father.

“I hafta tell you something,” she whispered quietly, tears already pricking her eyes at the thought of his reaction to her. “About my parents.”

Harry ran a gentle hand through Buffy’s hair.

“What about them?”

“About who they were. You’re not gonna like it,” she warned him.

Harry kissed her temple and pulled her tighter against him.

“It doesn’t matter who your parents were Buffy,” he whispered. “I’m not Malfoy. I don’t care if they were muggles or half-bloods or quarter-bloods. I just care about you.”

“But…”

He silenced her with a kiss and shook his head, green eyes meeting hazel. “Do you care about me?” he asked.

She nodded, the depth of her feelings for him conveyed in a meaningful glance.

“Then that’s all that matters,” he said.

She bit her lip, still feeling the need to tell him. He just kissed her again and all thoughts of Voldemort flew away.

An hour later, they were still seated in their corner of the long since deserted Common Room.

“Tired?” Harry asked, seeing Buffy yawn for the third time in minutes.

Buffy nodded and closed her eyes.

“Do you wanna head up to bed?” he asked.

She shook her head and cuddled up closer to him. “Just stay here,” she whispered sleepily. “Too tired to move.”

Harry nodded and pulled her closer to him. He rested his head atop of hers and closed his eyes, surprised by how comfortable he was even though he was propped up against a wall. Within minutes, sleep had over-taken him.

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