Secrets

Clatter
The lampshade toppled off of the bedside table, triggered by Ami's elbow.
Ami held her breath praying that Harry hadn't heard it.
She carefully climbed out of bed and dressed into her muggle jeans and white Nike hoodie.
She slipped on her trainers praying they wouldn't squeak and tiptoed to the doorway where she looked back at Harry's body, sleeping under the covers.
She wished the blankets weren't covering him, and then she could give him one last kiss goodbye.
She ignored the thought and slowly
slipped through the open doorway.
She walked slowly down the stairs.
She stumbled to the last step, catching her fall by grabbing on the banister.
Only then did she realize she was still wearing Harry's ring.
The day they had moved in together not many years after they had left Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry he had given it to her.
It was pure gold, and had the Gryffindor crest on it, sparkling brightly, even in the midnight darkness.
She felt sad, even looking at it.
Thank goodness Harry hadn't tied the knot and given her a wedding ring.
She couldn't even begin to think of her anger if her did that.
She helped herself up and tiptoed into the kitchen.
Her trainers made less noise across the berry-red tiled floor.
She drunk from a glass of water, the glass clinking across her teeth nervously as her plan flashed through her mind once again.
She had to do it. She was going too. There was no going back.
She felt tears sting her eyes as her memory flashed in her mind in snippets...
When she got to know Harry, and Draco, how she was when she left Hogwarts, how she was forced into living with Harry, even when her true love was with Draco...
Tears dripped down her cheeks.
She was forced to live with him, he loved her, he used to, she wasn't even sure if he still did anymore, he loved Hermione, that was for sure, the whole village laughed behind her back, thinking she didn't know of Harry's affair with Hermione. Of course she knew, she just couldn't confront Harry, he was too powerful against her...He'd just deny it.
Even though he had made sure she'd never find any one else.
He had used, a deep, dark and powerful spell, it would bind Ami from leaving the village at all. Except for when Harry was asleep. That was when the spell lost it's charm, that was when Ami had her chance to get away...
She hated Harry.
But she loved him.
She didn't know.
But she had to get away; she couldn't stay here any longer.
She left the glass in the sink.
She had planned this through thoroughly of course.
Her Firebolt broom (she was a member of the Chudley Cannons quidditch team), lay in a vault in gringotts bank, along with all her money.
She felt in her pocket one last time making sure she had her wand before tying her hair in high ponytail.
She splashed cold water over her face.
She tugged the ring off of her finger before throwing it over her shoulder.
She didn't want any trace of Harry on her.

She tiptoed back out of the kitchen, and then paused.
Her heart thudded worriedly.
Why hadn't the ring made a noise when it fell?
She closed her eyes, praying it wasn't what she expected.
She walked back into the kitchen and opened her eyes.
Harry stood there smirking in his shorts and baggy sports t-shirt.
Tossing the ring up and down in his hand.
"Forget something?"