Hello my lovelies! This is my first story, but I've been in the FanFiction world for a while now. I guess you could say I am experienced in matters regarding Rated M stories because I'm a longtime reader. I've noticed that my views are decreasing after reading this first chapter, probably because it doesn't have "mature content" in it right off the bat. I wanted to tell you guys that it gets better as the story goes on, I promise you.

I also just want to let you know that in this story, Harry killed Voldemort in The Goblet of Fire. That being said, there is no saving the Wizarding World stuff in here. The War is over! Thanks and it'd be great if you shot me a review! I'm big on feedback, so don't hold back!

Like the summary says, this story contains language and sexual scenes. If you don't like that sorta thing...I suggest you look around in the K and T sections. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. I am obviously NOT J.K. Rowling! But I do have to take credit for Layla Dawes. Haha, give me something!

Layla

I stand on my tippy toes, searching through the crowd of Platform ¾. Mum and Dad are giving me the Back to School Speech, but they know I am not listening. I am looking for my best friend, Harry Potter. And yes, that Harry Potter. To me, he is not the Boy Who Lived. He's just Harry. I haven't seen him the whole summer and I have been missing him like crazy!

We have been partners in crime since First Year when we were both announced Gryffindors. I crane my neck to get a better view, but my height fails me yet again. I am a measly 5'2" and haven't grown since Third Year. Harry and Ron always tease me about being short, but I don't mind. Sometimes my shortness can be a major disadvantage, like now for example.

I am wearing a floral tank top that stops just below my belly button and low-rise jeans. I bounce on the balls of my feet in my favorite brown suede, flat ankle boots. I left my unruly, shoulder-length curls down. I can never control my hair. It has a mind of its own. I regret not bringing a sweater. It is kind of chilly...

"Layla!" my mum exclaims. She waves her hand in front of my face. I jump and realize I zoned out.

"Yes, Mum?" I ask politely, trying to make up for my poor listening habits. She just sighs and looks at my dad like "She is impossible!" I wait for her to give me a lecture. She exhales slowly and I assume she is doing a mental Hoosa.

"Now Layla. Your father and I want to remind you that this is your Sixth Year at Hogwarts and you are taking your N.E.W.T.S. You need to focus and get serious about your school work. You cannot be getting detention with Harry every week," she quirks an eyebrow and I see a smile playing on her lips. She approves of Harry and I being friends and she is like his second mum aside from Mrs. Weasley. "I will also warn Harry to ensure you lot stay out of trouble." When she says "you lot", she is referring to Hermione and Ron too. Just as I am about to say something witty, my eyes catch on messy black hair and striking green eyes.

"Harry!" I squeal as I run towards him at top speed, leaving my parents with amused expressions on their faces.

Harry

I am looking 'round the place, trying to find Layla when I hear my name being called. I spot a mass of curls heading my way and when she reaches me, I pick her up and spin her around twice.

"I missed you," she whispers in my ear on the second rotation and kisses my temple. I set her down and look at her. Holy. Shit. The girl I last saw on the train back home has left the building. This stranger I am looking at is, to say the least, gorgeous. Her body is curvy and has grown, well everywhere. Her hair is as wild as ever and the shirt she is wearing shows her toned torso. I have to force myself to look away from her exposed, caramel skin. Lay has always been pretty but she is freaking hot now. I notice she is looking at me too. Her arms are wrapped around my neck and I have my hands on her waist. I smile down at her and laugh at the people staring at us. Everyone thinks we are dating any way, no matter how many times we tell them we are just friends.

"I missed you too, Lay." I reply, calling her by the nickname I know she hates, but tolerates. She just smiles. "And I do say, Miss Layla Ann Dawes, that you look bloody beautiful!" I say jokingly. She gives me her famous smirk and says, "As do you, Harry James Potter." Even though she looks different, she is still the same Layla.

Layla

When I say Harry looks good too, I mean it. He's not the skinny, tall boy I last saw. He looks like a man and a handsome one at that! I see he has lost his glasses and is wearing contacts, as I have always suggested. I can see his muscles through his gray V-neck T-Shirt. He has definitely grown into his body. A lot. I realize I still have my arms around his neck and I look up at him, smiling like an idiot. I hear someone clear their throat behind and know it is too familiar not to be my father. Harry and I break apart and turn around to see my parents standing there. Oops! I forgot about them. My mom has a smile on her face, while my dad is glaring at Harry. He is always saying how Harry is a "good man", but even I know he is bothered about how close Harry and I are.

"Mrs. Dawes!" Harry greets my mother with a genuine smile and gives her a hug. Then, Harry shakes my dad's hand and says, "Mr. Dawes! So great to see you!" My dad just smiles this tight smile only he can put on, but doesn't respond. I laugh inwardly when Harry stands next to me again and holds my hand the way he always does. My dad is now glaring at our intertwined fingers. I bite my lip, hoping I don't burst into the fit of giggles I feel coming. As if reading my mind, Harry throws me an amused glance and looks away, trying not to lose control too.

"Oh Harry, it is so nice to finally see you again! I wish you could have come over this summer, but we were so busy in Italy! It was just beautiful there!" my mom chatters on. She and Harry carry on the conversation and I see that my dad's nostrils are flaring. I bite my lip again and jump back into the conversation.

"You just have to come and stay at our house next summer! Or better yet, Christmas break! What a lovely idea!" my mom exclaims. She adores Harry. Even though we get into trouble together, Mum thinks Harry is a good influence on me. Keeps me balanced she says.

"That would be great, Mrs. Dawes," Harry says in his polite voice he reserves for adults. He is truly an ass kisser. I smirk to myself.

"Wouldn't that be wonderful, Harold?" Mum turns to my dad who is still shooting daggers at our hands. He realizes Mum is using her Pay Attention! voice and straightens up.

"I'm sorry darling. Would what be wonderful?" Dad asks, recovering quickly. Mum shoots him a look and continues.

"If Harry stayed at the house for Christmas break," Mum states in a chipper tone.

"WHAT?" Dad explodes. I guess he is trying to figure out if my mum really just suggested that Harry sleep in the same house with me. Which is pretty hilarious actually because I have had sleepovers with Harry since Fourth Year. I had a nightmare and climbed into bed with him. We have never done anything, just cuddled like best friends do. Well, I guess not ALL best friends, but you get the point. I see Mum glare at Dad sideways and Dad corrects himself.

"I mean, that would be wonderful." Dad says, but you can practically see the steam coming out of his ears. Suddenly, the train whistles and gives me my signal.

"Well, we best get going. Bye Mum! Bye Dad!" I pull them in for hugs and waited while Harry hugs my mum.

"Now Harry," she starts in a motherly tone, "I do not want you and Layla getting into trouble this year. Focus and if I hear word of any detentions, I will send both of you Howlers. Understood?" Mum asks firmly. Harry nods his head solemnly.

"Yes, Mum." he replies and the three of us laugh. Of course, Dad is still scowling.

"Bye, my sweets! Love you!" And with that, Mum pulls Dad away, no doubt scolding him for his childish behavior. I burst into giggles as soon as they are out of earshot.

Harry

As I watch the Dawes disappear into the crowd, Lay starts giggling like a mad person.

"Did...you...see? He...looked...like...he..was...about...to...explod e!" Lay exclaims between giggles. I laugh along with her, thinking of Mr. Dawes' red face when I held Lay's hand. A second whistle blew and Lay suddenly straightens up.

"Let's go Harry! We got to get on the train! We don't want to be late!" Lay exclaims as she grabs my hand and pulls me along with her. Yup, same old Lay! As she leads me to the train, I notice an inky black line peeking out of her tank top. Hm...I'll have to ask her about that later, but right now I can't help looking at her arse.