Hey! This is my first fanfiction :3 This chapter isn't the best, and this is the first time I read it over in the while. Before now I enjoyed this chapter a lot and thought I did well, but now i'm not so sure. I really want to cut this part out, but then I'd have to start the whole beginning all over and it would just take forever. Please read - it will eventually get better. I worked really, really hard on this. I already have a lot of other chapters written for this story, and they are very good. So please read :)
-I do NOT own "Harry Potter" or any of these characters; Harry Potter& the characters are owned by the magnificent J.K Rowling!
-WARNING: This fanfic contains cussing!
"Harry." Ginny said, smiling at him, and then she hugged him. She took a step back and kissed him gently. "Where've you been?"
He was frowning slightly, but his troubles were immediately whisked away at sight of his beautiful girlfriend. "Hey Ginny, I'm sorry about Hogsmeade – there were a few problems."
"What" – kiss – "Kind" – kiss – "of" – kiss – "problems?" Ginny asked before kissing him one more time, a little more passionate than the others.
"With Hermione," Harry said smugly. "Don't worry about it, love." And then he forced a smile at his girlfriend.
"No wonder she looked so depressed today!" Ginny exclaimed. "What happened, Harry? Is she alright? Oh, please do tell me!"
"It was nothing really," Harry shrugged. "Just a few issues with Ron, that's it."
Ginny frowned. "Ron – what did that dumbbell do this time?"
"Don't let it worry you, Ginny – let's forget all about it," Harry suggested. "Since we didn't go to Hogsmeade earlier, would you perhaps maybe like to go now?"
"With…Just with you?" She asked curiously.
Harry nodded with a smile. "Yes, just me and you."
And then Ginny returned the smile. "Sure, it sounds like fun."
Before they could walk off, a gorgeous blond girl passed by, wearing ravenclaw robes. She looked as if she was running from something – that's the thing the hall was stranded except for Ginny, Harry and the girl at the moment. Harry didn't recognize the girl, but she looked too old to be a first year. Before she could hurry off, Harry blurted, "Excuse me?"
She turned around to face him, and he was stunned. She was a lot prettier than he thought she was at first – and unfortunately, a lot prettier than Ginny. "Are you new here?"
"Yes?" She frowned, giving glances down the hall every once in awhile, as if she were looking out for something. "Why do you ask?"
She had a pretty voice, too. It was mysterious.
"I dunno," Harry shook his head. "You just didn't seem…familiar."
She nodded, taking a step back. "Well, I must be going then, I_"
"_What's your name?" Harry asked.
"Cecilia Barnes," She answered, giving more glances down the hall.
"Cecilia, what are you running from?" Harry asked.
And then Ginny gave a jealous groan, not liking Harry interacting with another girl, especially one a whole lot prettier than her. "Why are you so concerned?" Cecilia asked. "I don't know you, you don't know me, and we aren't having this conversation right now."
"My name is Harry Potter?" Harry frowned, thinking it might make her open up more. "Also known as the boy who lived? Yeah, that's me – I am him."
Cecilia gasped, and her frown turned into a smile. "Y-you're that potter fellow?" She gave a short laugh. "S-so it was you who stopped he-who-must-not-be-named? You are brilliant."
Ginny groaned again. "Back off, sister," Ginny said, grabbing Harry's arm. "He's my prince Charming – go get your own."
Cecilia looked taken back. "Excuse me?" She referred a hand to herself. "Do you know who I am?"
"Cecilia Barnes?" Ginny said. "Yes, I do. In fact, I know that your Madam Barnes daughter – but that doesn't give you the right to just walk on in this school and think you can do whatever the fuck you want. This is my boyfriend he's mine, so fuck off." And then she looked into Harry's eyes, and then kissed him gently.
"Excuse me!" Cecilia cried in bewilderment. "You will rue that, you ugly old ginger – Feraverto!"
And Ginny shrunk, and changed form, until she was a cup, but nothing more. Cecilia laughed a beautiful melody as she swept the cup that was Ginny into her grasp.
Harry gasped in total disbelief, and anger overtook him. "How dare you touch her_"
"Kiss me," Cecilia breathed. "Kiss me and I shall return this bastardly girl to her regular form. If you refuse my invitation, she'll remain a tiny little lonesome cup – forever."
Harry gasped and shook his head. "Dumbledoor won't let you do this, Cecilia! Give her to me – she's not yours!"
"She is now," Cecilia smiled, waving the cup in her hand. "Do you want this filthy girl back? Well, kiss me then."
"Are you serious?" Harry sneered. "Ginny's my girlfriend – I'm not going to do that to her!"
"You're doing it all right," Cecilia referred to the cup in her hand. "You're keeping her from living her life – you must really love her."
Harry was starting to panic. "Cecilia!" He shrieked. "Give me Ginny or else_"
"Or else what, Harry Potter?" Cecilia chuckled. "You're going to tell Dumbledorf on me? Well, here's a question, Harry – what's that stupid old Dumbley-dorf going to do about it? If I hide the cup, he'll have no access to it, and neither will you. I don't care if I get in trouble – my parents are death eaters, I can survive the consequences."
Harry started to shake his head. "Wait – your parents are death eaters? You_" And then Harry stopped mid-sentence. "Wait – Ginny said your mom was Madame Barnes. She's not a death eater after all – you're just trying to scare me so I'll kiss you, and then I won't have to find out the truth – that your parents aren't really death eaters! Well, Cecilia Barnes, it's not working – hand me Ginny now!"
"Kiss me," Cecilia said sweetly. "Kiss me and the blood-traitor shall be released."
"Cecilia," Harry begged with his eyes. "…Please."
"NO!" She stomped her foot angrily. "Harry James Potter, I've waited for you – I've waited for you all my life! And when I'm about to finally – hell no, just FUCKING kiss me!"
Harry didn't know what to make of this. "No, I will not – give me_"
Cecilia drew her wand at once. "Drop your wand, Potter."
Harry didn't fear her, however. "No, I won't – you're not going to just walk – I'm not afraid of you!"
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, aren't you now?"
"This isn't time for fun and games, Cecilia, this is serious – now hand over my girlfriend before this gets brutal!"
"Brutal?" She chuckled. "What are you going to do – hex me? Oh, Harry…Harry, Harry, Harry." She stroked his face with her finger. "You are absolutely everything I've ever dreamt of – and so much more. We could be something great…wonderful…powerful…If only you'd just kiss me, Harry – just kiss me."
It was hard to say no - she was so gorgeous, and so tan and sweet - but he still showed fury as he shoved her finger from his face. "I am not going to listen to you, Cecilia. You're trying to make me drool over you – does every guy do that? Must be nice, Barnes – You've got five seconds to hand over my girlfriend before I_"
"HARRY!" Cecilia screamed furiously. "DO YOU WANT YOUR STUPID LITTLE GIRLFRIEND TO DIE?"
"WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO KISS YOU SO FUCKING MUCH?" Harry screamed at her. "DOES IT REALLY BOTHER YOU THAT FUCKING MUCH? DO I LOOK THAT DAMN GOOD?"
She smiled, flattered. "Oh, Harry, did you really just ask that? Oh, hell yes, you do look that good Harry. It bothers me because – oh, no time for questions, just make the move already."
"Me?" He frowned, troubled. "Cecilia…why are you doing this to me? I've never done a damn thing to you."
"KISS. ME!" Cecilia screamed madly. And then she cornered him, her face only a few inches from his. And he was hypnotized by beauty.
"Just…Just kiss me, Harry," She whispered.
He began to lean in…And then he kissed her; Cecilia dropped the cup. It seemed as if the whole world was swimming around them – like they were the only two people in the world. Their mouths molded together in an unfamiliar way, and romance was in the air. The kiss was unlike anything Harry's ever experienced before – but then the sweetness of it grew rougher and rougher as it went, and Harry started to get bored of it. He started to get tired, and he wanted it to end. But when he opened his eyes, he wasn't at Hogwarts...He was in Cecilia's arms, at a familiar graveyard.