A Destiny Of Love

Chapter 1

Written By: Dreamer Di Musica

Thunder was raging outside of her window. The frightened 17-year-old girl awoke in her bed panicking. She looked around the room, and heard another clash of lightning. She got swiftly out of bed and stood on the cold floor. She began hurriedly walking to the neighboring room. She jumped at the furious sounds that the storm was making.

"Harry," Alexandra had said for what seemed like the millionth time that night, her voice sounding more urgent each time. She hysterically hoped that she could wake him up before the next stroke of lightning.

Harry, as Head Boy, had his own room - which Alexandra thanked God for every time there was a storm, and the fact that as Head Girl, her room was next to one of the very few people whom she trusted on this earth.

Alexandra had transferred from Angelo's Institute of Magic in Harry's Fifth year, and was sorted into Ravenclaw. And by the end of 6th year, barely managed to beat Hermione out of the position of Head Girl. Much to Granger's disappointment. But, Hermione didn't hold anything against Alexandra for that. Actually, the two were nearly inseparable.

"Harry," still no answer.

"Harry!"

"Hmmm?"

"Harry! Wake up!"

"I zidn't zoe zit?" he mumbled in his sleep rusted voice.

"Oh Harry, Please wake up!" she pleaded while she shook him roughly.

"Hmmm . . . . what?" Harry asked, finally waking up.

"Harry, please, let me sleep with you."


Harry recognized the voice of Alexandra St. Raven, and he slowly opened his green eyes to see a blurry picture of a girl with black hair. "Is there lightning and thunder tonight?" he asked her.

Harry knew that Alexandra was scared of storms, but he didn't know why. "Yes, the first one came about five minutes ago." she told him in a small, scared voice. He nodded, scooted over and lifted up the covers far enough for her to climb in. He held the comforter up until she settled down and faced him, then spread it over her shoulders.

"Thank you," she said as she looked at him. Harry smiled sleepily, and replied with, "You're welcome. Now go back to sleep. I'm not going anywhere. So just relax and sleep." Alexandra nodded and shortly fell asleep in the comfort of Harry's bed, Harry following her seconds after.

A few hours later, Harry woke up with a female body pressed intimately against his, and his arms wrapped around her slender body, securing her safely by his side.

"Who the hell is this?" He wondered to himself.

Then he remembered. Storm. Alexandra.

Harry looked over at the woman who lay fast asleep in his arms, and just took a minute to take in her beauty. Her thick, raven black waves of hair were spread out on his pillows, a stark contrast against the bleached white of his pillows. Her sun kissed skin firm and warm. And Harry knew that if she was to open her eyes that they'd be the most shockingly bright, vivid blue that you could imagine. The first time he met her; he had to do a double take on those eyes. They looked almost as if they were made from drops of water from the Caribbean waters, and were just as enchanting – captivating.

Harry sighed and got out of bed to go take a shower . . . a cold one at that.

When he went back into his room, it was empty. The only sign that Alexandra had been there was the faint smell of Jasmine and roses that seemed to follow her everywhere.

Harry sighed and looked at himself in the floor length mirror that stood directly across from him. He had changed a lot during the past few years. He now stood tall at 6'2'', and had gained a few muscles from all of his Quidditch practices. His hair was still untamed and as messy as ever, but it seemed like the chicks dug that look-the 'just got out of bed and I don't care what I look like' look. His eyes were still a radiant emerald green, but he had gotten rid of his glasses during 5th year with a spell, and now only requires them while reading.

And it was very true if you listened to the rumors about Harry Potter was hardly ever without a date. A new girl each dance, each trip to Hogsmeade. How could you resist the emerald diamonds placed in those eyes? Along with the charming grin and easy manner? And knowing that he was a romantic helped him with those dates too, making the girls go all dreamy on him. Which is what he was. Dreamy.

Harry mused over that – he never thought of himself as dreamy, but girls were forever telling him that he was - as he walked into the Gryffindor common room to meet up with Ron and Hermione so that they could go down to the Great Hall together like always. The group was hardly ever separated, their feet knew exactly where to go and when. Their steps almost at the same pace.

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"Miss St. Raven, please wait," came the call from Professor Dumbledore. Alexandra stopped and looked at the aging Headmaster.

"I have other things to do this morning that cannot wait, so therefore I will not be able to attend breakfast. Please, if you will, give this message from Sirius to Mr. Potter please, and also remind him that I need you two in my office to discuss the ball that we were planning on for this year." He explained as he handed over the letter before heading in the opposite direction of the Great Hall.

Alexandra shrugged her shoulders, stuffed the letter in her robe pocket, and headed towards the Great Hall for some breakfast.

She spotted Harry as soon as she walked into the Great Hall, and made her way over to him. Alex stood behind him and tapped him on his shoulder, waiting for him to turn around. When he did so with a smile on his face, she handed him the letter and returned the smile.

"I wanted to say think you for last night," she smiled at him. "And Professor Dumbledore wanted me to give you this letter and to tell you that we have a meeting about the ball tonight."

Harry smiled charmingly at her, and Alex felt her thighs go lax for unexplainable reasons. "Sure. Thanks. And no problem." He answered in no particular order.

Alex shook her head and with a quick by for Harry and his friends left for the Ravenclaw tables to talk with her friends.

"'I want to thank you for last night?' Harry buddy ol pal, there isn't anything that you're forgetting to tell me is there?" Ron Weasley asked Harry with raised eyebrows and an amused smile on his face.

Harry blushed and looked over towards the red head. Ron had grown up a lot since their first year. His once vibrant hair had calmed a little – but still possessed that Weasley trait. He now stood at 6'3'', and although he didn't have any signs of muscles on his body, he was strong. And no matter what he did, his pale skin stayed just that. Pale.

Harry then looked at the female next to Ron. Hermione's once bushy brown hair had straightened out into soft, shimmering waves that flowed down her back, her face was more defined than it had been six years ago, her chocolate brown eyes still the same, but she had also grown into her figure, and reached the petite height of 5'3''.

"I didn't do . . . that!" Harry exclaimed, putting tension on the word 'that', when he saw that both of his best friends thought that he slept with Alexandra. And why wouldn't they? He's slept with a lot of girls in the past two years! "She just fell asleep in my bed. That's it. Nothing more. Nothing!"

Ron rolled his eyes and muttered something mocking like, 'Oh, that beautiful girl just happened to fall ASLEEP in MY bed'.

"So help me Harry, if I find that you slept with one of my best friends, my only female friend, and you did so without even dating her first, you are going to be in so much trouble that you won't even know what hit you!" Hermione warned him before turning her attention back to her food.


"Honestly!" Harry cried. "And plus, you know that I wouldn't do that. Just because I have sex more often than you two doesn't mean that I take a girl while she was sleeping in my bed because she was scared."

Hermione looked up with a sheepish look. "Storm last night?" she asked. Harry nodded his head with a smug look, causing Hermione to glare at him. "Still doesn't mean that you didn't take her mind off of the storm by other means now does it?" she asked.

Harry opened his mouth to defend himself, but decided not to say whatever it was. It'd most likely just get him in bigger trouble.