Summary: Harry starts his sixth year at Hogwarts, a little less naive and a little less interested in romance. That is until a formerly timid and shy Gryffindor piques his interest with her new brash, bold and brazened self.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own anything but my OC, Josephine Foer.

A/N: Chapter One! This is my first fic centered around Harry, so please, bear with my characterizations (and short introduction). And won't you drop a comment? I'd love to receive some feedback before I continue onto chapter two. (Also, I suppose this is an AU fic, as it is intended to take the place of book six. Althought, it includes many similar, if not entirely common themes and situations.)

Chapter One: Enamored

"Oy! Turn the light off, you prat," she finished with a throaty chuckle. The young man clumsily stood from the bed and ambled to the light switch, quickly flashing a flirty, yet dangerously dark smile before flicking it off. And with that, Josephine knew she was madly in love with David Floyd: the boy who holidayed with his aunt and uncle, her neighbors, during his summers away from the university.

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"So tell me again why your parents think it's neccesary to send you to a boarding school?" David asked in a whisper from beside the girl. The duvet weighed down on their bodies, outlining the frame of their shapes. David nuzzled his chin into the crook of Josephine's neck and purred. With a giggle, she turned to face him, quickly biting the tip of his nose. He rested his hand on her jutting hip softly sillouetted by the white moonlight that poured in from the window behind her. "Well?" She took a deep breath then pursed her lips.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out …Maybe," she quipped with a conned smile.

"Sod it then, my goddess devine. Is that what you wanted me to call you? You read it in a silly little romance novel, as I recall," he murmered into her collarbone after pulling her into him once more. "I'm going to miss you, Jo." She beamed to herself, her face warming and cheeks flushing.

"Well then, I suppose you'll just have to come back and see me during winter-holiday, too."

"…And I'll rip whatever silly Christmas jumper you have on, off, then shag you right on the spot -While your daddy passes out presents and your mummy hand feeds us cookies."

Josephine laughed soundly before her eyes widened and David's hand quickly rose to her mouth.

"Your insane… D'you want your mum and dad to hear?"

She guiltily pouted and batted her eyelashes at him. His expression softened and he curled back up to her, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. "You smell like …sugar."

"It's vanilla, Mr. Cambridge. And get out of my bed now."

"Alright," he grudgingly stood and pulled his clothes on, making sure not to trip on anything in the process. He ran a hand through his black, otherwise, golden hair, flattenting the awry strands before leaning over Josephine and smiling ardently into her eyes. "I hope you enjoyed your birthday, Jo," he whipered and lightly kissed her cheek. "See you tomorrow?"

"I have to do some last-minute shopping with my Mum," she bit her lip, "But I want to see you before I leave …You'll come by, won't you?"

"Oh, nah. I have a date," he joked. "Of course I'll be here." His gaze lingered over her a few moments longer before he crept to the window and carefully crawled out. He leaned over the windowsill and studied her figure. She sat up, her body draped in white sheets, like an angel or a Greek goddess. She adoringly smiled at him from behind messed, would-be chestnut hair. His eyes lowered to where fat waves rested on her bare shoulders. With a sigh, he confessed, "You're beautiful, Jo. And I'm a damn lucky bloke." And with a wave, he was gone.

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With a bounce in her walk Josephine sauntered over platform 9 ¾ and into the red steam engine. She hummed an unintelligable tune as she surveyed each compartment for a familiar face. Her heavy, black boots thumped loudly against the carpeted floor before her trunk crashed against the right side of the eisle and into a sliding door. She halted with a wince then circled the back of the case. A tall, black haired boy emerged from the compartment, nostrils flaired and brow wrinkled. Harry Potter. You're always pissed at something or other, aren't you? she thought with a wrinkle in her own brow.

"Sorry, I seemed to have lost control of my trunk. Not housebroken, you see," she finished with a faint, weak laugh. Harry nodded curtly and stepped over the girl's case, proceeding to make his way down the hall. Josephine set off slowly behind him, peeking into each compartment as her thoughts wandered back to last night, more like this morning, when she said goodbye her first real boyfriend for almost three months. A subtle disappointment flittered across her eyes as she remembered how much she wanted to tell him she loved him, and how much she wished he would say it first. Oh well. Now, if I could just find Andr-

"Josephine!" a girl hanging out of a compartment a few doors away called.

"Andrea!" Josephine squeeked and skipped to the girl, dragging her trunk awkwardly behind. The girls shared a warm embrace before stashing their trunks away and settling on their respective sides.

"So?" Andrea anxiously prodded. "What happened with our Lover Boy?"

"Drea… I'm so in love, it's horrible!" she excitedly explained as the corners of her mouth twiched, threatening to stretch into an embarassingly large grin.