Who was next?

Harry grabbed my hand as we walked. I wanted so badly to keep my hand there, but I couldn't. I missed his warmth as I slipped my hand from his. I didn't look at him directly, but from the corner of my eye, I could see him staring down at me sadly. "What's wrong?" "I just don't think it's a good idea," I whispered, not trusting my own voice. "Why not?" I opened my mouth to say everything, but instead slowly shook my head, my hair slowly moving from my shoulder to down my back. I didn't want to hurt him, but I refused to be hurt.