"It's six o' clock," said Ron checking his watch, "We should head down for dinner."
"Yeah," replied Harry, "I'll get Neville and Blair." But at that precise moment Neville walked over, his puggy face smiling.
"Fine then, I'll just get Blair," Said Harry laughing.
He got up and walked to the portrait hole and Ron yelled after him,
"Don't expect us to wait."
"Haven't done that for a few years," Yelled Harry.
He walked down the deserted corridors the breeze rippling his robes. Harry was tall and thin. His black spiked hair made his emerald green eyes look enchanting on his pale face the contact lenses giving them a glassy affect, though, his complexion made the lightning bolt scar on his forehead stand out vividly. He walked into well-lit library and scanned it looking for Blair. He was sitting in a corner deeply involved in a thick leather bound book. Harry walked over and looked dejectedly at the book cover, 'The magical history of Ogres'. Harry laughed,
"So what did you think about section twelve?" Blair looked up, his brown eyes meeting Harry's. Harry attempted to look over his shoulder but Blair snapped the book shut quickly.
"I already know what it is," said Harry coolly leaning down to pick up piece of parchment, which had slipped out from the books pages. Blair tried to grab it back but failed and slipped of the chair and hit his head on the table. Harry doubled over with laughter and said,
"I don't see what Sophie sees in you."
"What makes you say that," said Blair, trying not to look at Harry whilst rubbing his head, messing his brown hair in the effort.
"Re-spike it," said Harry gently, "We have an image to keep up. Oh, that letter was very passionate, pity Sophie doesn't put that into essays."
"You read it," he said annoyed.
"You read my mail, I read yours," said Harry briskly walking away, the letter still clutched in his hand.
He seated himself next to Ron and said, positively beaming.
"Blair just knocked himself out and I managed to get this," Harry said giving Ron the parchment. Ron opened it and read, eyes widening with each sentence.
""Look o, er that's disgusting," he said shuddering.
"Hi," said Hermione. They turned round. Hermione had taken to straightening her hair and had cut it short. She smiled and said,
"Aren't you going to say hello," she said giving Ron a fake punch.
"Hi," said Harry, "Look at this," he said stuffing the crumpled letter into her hand. Hermione opened it.
"Hey Sophie," Harry called, "Come here a minute." Sophie walked over. She was an exchange student from Sweden. She had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes.
"Vhat," she asked in her heavily accented voice.
"Um let me think. Every moment with you is like a treasured jewel," Sophie was staring horrified at him.
"Oh leave her alone," said a tall Mediterranean girl. She was tall and slim and had a long sheet of black hair, large brown eyes and perfect olive skin.
"And why should I do that Anita," asked Harry giving her a charming smile. Some first year girls flushed.
"Because your head boy and should set better example," she said Coolly.
"I know since you have become head girl you have not done anything fun, or in fact you never do anything that would sour your reputation."
"Really," she said smiling, "we were doing charms pretty late last night." Harry gave her a warning look.
"Shut up," he said severely.
She sat down. Blair walked in, Harry thought he saw a small bump on his head. Sophie was not looking at any of them.
"Nice headache," said Harry.
"I hate you," he said looking at the note in Neville's hands. All of Gryfindor were listening in and percentage of Ravenclaw.
"Get back to your own table Anita," said Harry giving her a push.
"Fine," she said walking over to the Ravenclaw table.
"Can't believe were graduating tomorrow," said Ron.
"It's scary," said Blair, ignoring Harry.
"Just another day of nothing today," said Harry.
"Don't complain," said Hermione, "If we had got this before our newts you would be revising."
"Or would I," he said raising his eyebrows risking a fleeting glance at Anita.
"Harry you've forgotten to do one thing tonight," said Ron, "eat."
"What?" said Harry.
"Your to late," said Blair.
They left the great hall and bid their goodbyes. Harry, being Head Boy, Had a personal bedroom and en-suit in the fourth Tower. Anita also had one and they shared a small common room. Usually Harry would invite everyone else but tonight he felt like being alone. He walked into his bedroom and dumped his bag, and flopped down on the bed. He read for about an hour until his door opened. He looked up, it was Anita.
"What?" he asked.
"Well I'm glad your pleased to see me," she teased, "Will you great me again?"
"Ok," he said.
"I think I've still got charms homework," she said. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Well maybe if you improved I would help a bit more," said Harry. She walked over, hands on her hips and said,
"Fine I'll try harder," she said. She grabbed Harry by the front of the robes and kissed him passionately on the lips. She pulled away and said,
"Well, any better?" Harry looked at her and said,
"Better show me again," he laughed. She kissed him again; she looked up and smiled at him, her lip gloss glinting.
"Well," she said, very close to him, her arms wrapped around him.
"You'll pass with great grades," he said. This time he pulled her into a kiss. Suddenly the door was knocked on and thrown open, Harry pulled away from her kiss just in time. Blair, Ron, Neville, Hermione, Sophie and Hannah Abbot walked in. Harry sat down and said,
"Hi guys," whilst thinking to himself, the perfect time for all my friends to come in. Harry had a hand covering his lips, all to awear that Anita had left Lip-gloss on his lips. They dumped a pile of food on his bed and said,
"Thought we would have a little bit of a party," said Sophie, still blushing when she looked at Blair.
"Hows your head?" asked Harry looking at Blair.
"Fine," he said through gritted teeth.
"Thought you might like this back," said Harry tossing Sophie the letter, she went a deep shade of crimson. All the girls hit him and told him to stop being mean. Soon everyone was sitting on the floor talking away and laughing.
"Our second last night at Hogwarts," said Harry sadly.
"I know," said Blair looking around at everyone. Harry had managed to wipe the lip-gloss off without anyone noticing, though he was still worried about everyone finding out about it.
"So you and Sophie then," said Harry to Blair.
"Shut up," said Blair, "Or I'll hit you."
"Be careful, there's plenty of things to knock your head on," Harry retaliated gesturing to the table and bed. Ben hit him playfully.
"Boy I'm going to miss this," said Ron mournfully, watching Harry and Blair.
"You know what we haven't done in a while," said Neville.
"Anything," suggested Harry.
"No," said Neville raising an eyebrow and all the boys knew what he meant.
"Yeah," replied Harry, "I'll get Neville and Blair." But at that precise moment Neville walked over, his puggy face smiling.
"Fine then, I'll just get Blair," Said Harry laughing.
He got up and walked to the portrait hole and Ron yelled after him,
"Don't expect us to wait."
"Haven't done that for a few years," Yelled Harry.
He walked down the deserted corridors the breeze rippling his robes. Harry was tall and thin. His black spiked hair made his emerald green eyes look enchanting on his pale face the contact lenses giving them a glassy affect, though, his complexion made the lightning bolt scar on his forehead stand out vividly. He walked into well-lit library and scanned it looking for Blair. He was sitting in a corner deeply involved in a thick leather bound book. Harry walked over and looked dejectedly at the book cover, 'The magical history of Ogres'. Harry laughed,
"So what did you think about section twelve?" Blair looked up, his brown eyes meeting Harry's. Harry attempted to look over his shoulder but Blair snapped the book shut quickly.
"I already know what it is," said Harry coolly leaning down to pick up piece of parchment, which had slipped out from the books pages. Blair tried to grab it back but failed and slipped of the chair and hit his head on the table. Harry doubled over with laughter and said,
"I don't see what Sophie sees in you."
"What makes you say that," said Blair, trying not to look at Harry whilst rubbing his head, messing his brown hair in the effort.
"Re-spike it," said Harry gently, "We have an image to keep up. Oh, that letter was very passionate, pity Sophie doesn't put that into essays."
"You read it," he said annoyed.
"You read my mail, I read yours," said Harry briskly walking away, the letter still clutched in his hand.
He seated himself next to Ron and said, positively beaming.
"Blair just knocked himself out and I managed to get this," Harry said giving Ron the parchment. Ron opened it and read, eyes widening with each sentence.
""Look o, er that's disgusting," he said shuddering.
"Hi," said Hermione. They turned round. Hermione had taken to straightening her hair and had cut it short. She smiled and said,
"Aren't you going to say hello," she said giving Ron a fake punch.
"Hi," said Harry, "Look at this," he said stuffing the crumpled letter into her hand. Hermione opened it.
"Hey Sophie," Harry called, "Come here a minute." Sophie walked over. She was an exchange student from Sweden. She had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes.
"Vhat," she asked in her heavily accented voice.
"Um let me think. Every moment with you is like a treasured jewel," Sophie was staring horrified at him.
"Oh leave her alone," said a tall Mediterranean girl. She was tall and slim and had a long sheet of black hair, large brown eyes and perfect olive skin.
"And why should I do that Anita," asked Harry giving her a charming smile. Some first year girls flushed.
"Because your head boy and should set better example," she said Coolly.
"I know since you have become head girl you have not done anything fun, or in fact you never do anything that would sour your reputation."
"Really," she said smiling, "we were doing charms pretty late last night." Harry gave her a warning look.
"Shut up," he said severely.
She sat down. Blair walked in, Harry thought he saw a small bump on his head. Sophie was not looking at any of them.
"Nice headache," said Harry.
"I hate you," he said looking at the note in Neville's hands. All of Gryfindor were listening in and percentage of Ravenclaw.
"Get back to your own table Anita," said Harry giving her a push.
"Fine," she said walking over to the Ravenclaw table.
"Can't believe were graduating tomorrow," said Ron.
"It's scary," said Blair, ignoring Harry.
"Just another day of nothing today," said Harry.
"Don't complain," said Hermione, "If we had got this before our newts you would be revising."
"Or would I," he said raising his eyebrows risking a fleeting glance at Anita.
"Harry you've forgotten to do one thing tonight," said Ron, "eat."
"What?" said Harry.
"Your to late," said Blair.
They left the great hall and bid their goodbyes. Harry, being Head Boy, Had a personal bedroom and en-suit in the fourth Tower. Anita also had one and they shared a small common room. Usually Harry would invite everyone else but tonight he felt like being alone. He walked into his bedroom and dumped his bag, and flopped down on the bed. He read for about an hour until his door opened. He looked up, it was Anita.
"What?" he asked.
"Well I'm glad your pleased to see me," she teased, "Will you great me again?"
"Ok," he said.
"I think I've still got charms homework," she said. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Well maybe if you improved I would help a bit more," said Harry. She walked over, hands on her hips and said,
"Fine I'll try harder," she said. She grabbed Harry by the front of the robes and kissed him passionately on the lips. She pulled away and said,
"Well, any better?" Harry looked at her and said,
"Better show me again," he laughed. She kissed him again; she looked up and smiled at him, her lip gloss glinting.
"Well," she said, very close to him, her arms wrapped around him.
"You'll pass with great grades," he said. This time he pulled her into a kiss. Suddenly the door was knocked on and thrown open, Harry pulled away from her kiss just in time. Blair, Ron, Neville, Hermione, Sophie and Hannah Abbot walked in. Harry sat down and said,
"Hi guys," whilst thinking to himself, the perfect time for all my friends to come in. Harry had a hand covering his lips, all to awear that Anita had left Lip-gloss on his lips. They dumped a pile of food on his bed and said,
"Thought we would have a little bit of a party," said Sophie, still blushing when she looked at Blair.
"Hows your head?" asked Harry looking at Blair.
"Fine," he said through gritted teeth.
"Thought you might like this back," said Harry tossing Sophie the letter, she went a deep shade of crimson. All the girls hit him and told him to stop being mean. Soon everyone was sitting on the floor talking away and laughing.
"Our second last night at Hogwarts," said Harry sadly.
"I know," said Blair looking around at everyone. Harry had managed to wipe the lip-gloss off without anyone noticing, though he was still worried about everyone finding out about it.
"So you and Sophie then," said Harry to Blair.
"Shut up," said Blair, "Or I'll hit you."
"Be careful, there's plenty of things to knock your head on," Harry retaliated gesturing to the table and bed. Ben hit him playfully.
"Boy I'm going to miss this," said Ron mournfully, watching Harry and Blair.
"You know what we haven't done in a while," said Neville.
"Anything," suggested Harry.
"No," said Neville raising an eyebrow and all the boys knew what he meant.