A/N: N/a.

Warnings: HP/OC relationship, rated M for adult themed scenes and ideas in story

A/U. I don't own Harry Potter or the likes, if I did I have a feeling Harry would be a bit more attractive.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror feeling a bit of nerves as he pulled the comb through his unruly shaggy hair that always seemed to fall over the right side of his head and hid his scar. This was the first time he had brushed his hair in a long time, he had even added a spurt of cologne and made sure his socks matched, Harry sat the comb down and looked over his choice of clothing in the mirror feeling extra happy he allowed Hermione to talk him into buying a new wardrobe for school this year instead of forcing himself into Dudley's ratty old hand-me-downs. He hadn't honestly cared and had just bought whatever she said but now the thought of himself standing next to Abbrellya and just looking plain and ugly was enough to make him elated he looked a little handsome, he thought.

Ron poked his head in, "c'mon mate I'm star- oh Merlin!" Ron started with a teasing smile on his lips, "Harry, you've got yourself an honest crush, don't ya mate?"

Harry blushed and shook his hair out before giving himself one last fleeting look and letting his eyes scan over the shirt, it was a little tighter than he had thought. He didn't realize he had grown some muscle over the years from quidditch, being hidden under those big hand-me-downs really had altered the image of himself. He jerked his Gryffindor sweater off his bed and shoved his book bag over his shoulder before taking off after Ron who had practically sprinted out of the room with a burst of laughter obviously looking for anyone to tell.

"Oh come off it!" Harry yelped as he hurried after Ron who was hurrying to the Great Hall looking for anyone of their friends and at this rate he would settle for a damn acquaintance just anyone to laugh at Harry with him. "Ron," Harry said in a warning tone as he caught up with Ron near the doors and saw him pulling Seamus' arm.

Seamus turned around with Ron the two of them grinning from ear to ear, making Harry blush, "I didn' believe it was true but look at that blush, I'd say Harry Potter does have a crush."

Harry narrowed his eyes and punched Ron in the arm which received a push in return and Harry stumbled backwards colliding with another body and falling back on top of them, Harry was apologizing and trying to stand when he felt himself being roughly pushed and the voice of Draco Malfoy met his ears, "get off you bloody klutz."

Harry groaned and ignored him, not wanting to start a fight the first days back and he stood to receive a snicker from Ron and another push when Harry glared at him as they walked through the doors, this time Harry was expecting it and righted himself with a step back, still bumping into another person behind them; which turned out to be Crabbe who dumbly yelled, "oi!" Harry moved to duck from the next shove that was coming from the bigger guy but never felt it hearing a, "what the fu-?!" come flying out of his mouth instead and Harry was moved away just as quick.

When he focused he found Abbrellya standing before him shaking and a low growl was coming from inside her. Crabbe was lying about ten feet away on his side looking shocked, Harry watched as Draco looked down at his friend and stepped over him continuing on his way giving Abbrellya a small nod and smile. Harry turned to her to see she hadn't even noticed as she was glaring and hissing at Crabbe still, he looked around to see a few other students had stopped at the doors since they were holding up the entrance and trying to get a look at what was going on, Harry reached out out of instinct and wrapped his fingers around her slender wrist, "Abbrellya," he started watching her closely.

He could visibly see her relaxing, the snarl she had growing deflated and her body stopped shaking but her worrying wasn't over, she turned around to look at him as soon as he touched her arm, "Harry," she breathed out subtly pulling her arm out of his grasp as she looked him over obviously checking for marks or cuts or bruises or anything that would indicate he was hurt.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," Harry answered in what was meant to be a reassuring way, "it was just a misunderstanding," he shrugged and picked up his bag and sweater off the floor turning towards the table Ron already having head over. Abbrellya gave a stiff nod and her eyes darted over the Slytherin table glaring then jumped when she felt Harry nudged her arm softly, "breakfast?"

Abbrellya nodded and took a small step away, "you look great, Harry," she said after a minute and he looked over his shoulder to see her eyes still scanning his outfit, his body. He didn't say anything and slid onto the bench, Abbrellya slid in next to him.

"Good morning guys," Neville called joining them at the table and taking his seat, "I was scared I was going to be late, Harry took ages in the bathroom."

Harry looked at Neville with a groan, "I did not."

"You did, I was scared I was going to be bloody late."

Ron howled with laughter and Seamus looked over at that, "looking good Harry."

Harry groaned louder and looked down the table, "oh piss off Finnigan."

"What is going on?" Hermione asked while looking at her laughing boyfriend with a raised brow.

"Harry had to get all dolled up this morning," Ron managed through his laughter and mouthful of food while pointing his fork at Harry, "brushed his hair and everything."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "maybe you should give it a shot sometime, Ronald."

Ron stopped laughing not finding that funny at all, "oh c'mon 'Mione, aren't you used to my rugged good looks by now?"

"Rugged?" She asked with scoff, "hardly rugged, more like sloppy."

Harry chuckled and shook his head, glancing at Abbrellya who was just smiling at Harry, "so I brushed my hair this morning."

"I had heard," she chuckled and then as if to ask him about her hair she ran a hand through her now light brown hair, "it is still changing, I can feel it, it's also longer too."

"It looks great," Harry nodded, and he really thought it did, he noticed a dusting of freckles over her cheek now that the blonde hair seemed to have made seem washed out then he reached out and pushed his hand through her hair to look at the left side of her face, and sure enough in the light he saw a gold mark that was trailing down her face, and neck and disappeared under the almost black dress she was wearing.

Abbrellya was sitting very still and nervously flicked her eyes away from his, "uhm?"

"I was looking for the mark, I read the book last night." He explained dropping her hair before he turned to the food, and started making his plate. "You don't eat?"

"Oh!" Abbrellya gave a short nod and reached out taking food like Harry was, "what else did you find out in the book?"

"About the 3 forms you have, about the differences between you and your inner being, and about the aura your inner being produces." Harry answered and piled the food into a sandwich, pressing down on the toast and lifting it off the plate, "I wanted to ask you about your host, I assume it is Snape?"

"Yeah," Abbrellya nodded and watched him as he took a bite.

"Aren't you eating?" Harry asked again, confused as she hadn't taken a bite at all, Abbrellya started and picked up the fork taking a too big forkful and shoving it into her mouth, "did you two have a relationship?" Abbrellya, still chewing, just shook her head no. "In the book they had mentioned that the host and guardian relationship was similar to the ones you are bounded with, so I was wondering which part."

Abbrellya forced herself to swallow, grimacing slightly then she looked at him, "we're just connected and they help us feel calm when things are too intense, just like a friend to turn to."

"That's what I figured," Harry nodded and took another bite of his sandwich, Abbrellya watched him closely the way he ate and watched his tongue sliding along his bottom lip when he reached for his drink. She tried copying him, taking a smaller bite and putting it in her mouth chewing until she felt it was mushed up and swallowed then licked her lips and took a drink.

This was new to her, Severus hadn't ever questioned her not eating because he knew her kind didn't eat but of course Harry wouldn't and if this made him feel better then she would eat. Alcohol was the only thing that she had found that really altered her kind, and it really just pushed their inner being down and let them have better control. A few of the other guardians would tell of other food that they were able to enjoy the taste of at least, but Abbrellya hadn't ever come across any yet.

She took another small bite and looked up, listening to Harry and Ron bicker about his outfit when she heard someone whisper Harry's name. She looked over at the table across from them to see two girls staring and giggling at him, "I didn't know Potter had arms like that."

"Arms? Look at his chest."

Abbrellya blinked and looked at Harry abruptly, her fork falling from her hand and her eyes scanned his body. The shirt was rather body hugging, she swept the area and saw a few Gryffindor's staring at him as well, talking quietly but she could hear it all. It seemed the school had just been introduced to how attractive Harry really was.

"Abbrellya, you okay?" Hermione asked from in front of her and Abbrellya blinked trying to focus, she hadn't realized she was shaking until Hermione asked.

She could feel Harry reach for her and jerked back from him, scooting down the bench slightly not really having enough time to focus on his feelings being hurt. Her inner being was practically begging to be let out, all she could think about was his chest, his arms, his neck, his hair... And how much she wanted to rip everyone's eyes out. "Abbrellya?" Harry asked, the hurt lacing his voice as his hand fell to the bench and he stared at her. Abbrellya glanced down at the table and stood quickly, moving much too fast for anyone to follow her until after she was done, she was standing back from the table. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she snapped, her fist clenched as she looked towards the door she leaned forward grabbing his Gryffindor sweater off the floor and thrusted it at him, "and put your shirt on." She was gone almost the moment Harry wrapped his fingers around it and was nowhere to be seen.

"Put my shirt on?" Harry was asking and he turned to look back at his friends.

Ron snickered shaking his head, "seems your attempt to look better is working," he said with a nod towards the table behind them.

Hermione smiled playfully, "she was jealous everyone is talking about you," she whispered, "and that probably made her want to.. Y'know, finish the bond even more so that they wouldn't have a chance."

"Why wouldn't she just say that?" Harry asked with a frown but he sat back slightly and hurried to pull his sweater on before turning back to his food.

Hermione shrugged, "I'd say probably because she doesn't want to force you into anything, I read a bit about guardian's last night in History of Magic, they only had a few pages I'll need to find a different book." She sighed in annoyance before continuing, "they have two different people in there body, basically."

"I know, I read too," Harry interrupted her, "their inner being and themselves, from what I am gathering though... Abbrellya is completely different than her inner being, I read that most of the time they are similar and not so different. She is an enigma."

Hermione nodded, "that is what I was going to say..."

"Is she in classes with us?" Neville asked curiously, "or just the Snape classes?"

"I imagine just the Snape classes," Harry shrugged.

"It's weird she is doing that," Hermione chimed in, "usually they can't stand to be apart from their bounded until the bond is formed because it brings them closer to their thoughts, and feelings so they'll know they are safe while they are away and can be there within a moments notice should they need to be."

"I mean, I think she is trying to give me time to adjust," Harry frowned, "I am going to be staying in her chambers, I don't want this harder on her then it already is."

Hermione chuckled, "that's really sweet, I am sure she will like that." Harry felt himself blush and looked down noticing she hadn't eaten much, he grabbed a biscuit and wrapped it in a napkin to give it to her when they went to class, they had double defense to start off the school year, and better yet? It was with the Slytherin's.

He had noticed most of his classes were shared with the Slytherin's this year, which he figured was because the classes were smaller since it was more specialized courses for what they wanted to take and do after school.

"You're lucky Harry," Neville interrupted his thought as he stood, "a few in my family had a guardian as their partner, they always said there is no better love than that of a guardian." Neville shrugged, walking next to him, "I always kinda hoped for one, because let's face it not too many people are knocking on my door."

Harry gave a tight smile, and his thoughts flashed back to Neville having took Ginny to the ball during 4th year, "I am sure there are plenty of girls interested in you Neville, don't worry about that."

Neville shrugged and gave a wave, he was heading to Herbology now and the trio was on their way to Defense. Harry's eyes immediately found her, she was standing at the front of the room with her shoulder pressed against the stone wall and closed eyes, they flashed open the moment Harry walked into the room and found his

It was almost as if she was checking on him to make sure he was okay, she looked him over then she smiled at him. Harry sat his book bag down at a seat and then hurried up to her, "hey, I know you left the Hall in a hurry but I brought you a biscuit so you could have something to eat."

"Oh," Abbrellya stared at the napkin wrapped food and took it from him, "thank you so much, Harry, that was really thoughtful."

Harry shrugged, "I wanted to make sure you had something to eat, I'm not sure what the uh... thing with the inner being is like, y'know. Not sure if it exhausts you or anything."

Abbrellya nodded, she felt a pang of emotion course through her body and she cleared her throat, "thank you." Harry nodded and hurried back to his seat, sitting down as Snape entered the room.

He came marching to the front of the class, looking down his nose at everyone in the front row and made his way to the back of the room with his eyes, "you all should have done the assigned summer reading?" He waved his wand and a set of papers flew off the desk and started placing themselves at each seat, three pages a seat. "We'll quiz you on it." Abbrellya chuckled as a resounded groan rang through the class and sat down at the desk that was added for her and opened the napkin pulling at a few pieces of the biscuit.

"Shouldn't we wait for her?" Hermione asked curiously as she followed Harry down the same corridor Abbrellya had went down last night after they parted their separate ways.

"Well, she wasn't in the Hall for dinner," Harry shrugged.

"We don't even know which would be her chambers, mate," Ron looked up and down the hallway in question, before turning back to Harry who was looking at the paintings on the wall, clearly there were rooms tucked away behind them by the size. Harry looked at a rather dark picture, stopping his walk.

"This one," he nodded and peered into the picture, "I can just tell."

Hermione looked at the picture as well, "there is no one here."

Harry looked around the rest of the corridor and shook his head, "this is the one."

"Oh! I have visitors!" A voice called and Ron looked around curious which adjoining painting was talking and then they saw a man coming into view. He was long, not just tall, his hair was jet black and straight falling past his shoulders and he moved in a sweeping motion. He looked real rather than like a painting, his eyes were a light grey color and his skin was so pale it was almost white. "Sorry about that, we were recounting tales."

"We?" Hermione asked and looked down the corridor again.

"Yes, inside, the lady of the house so to speak," he explained, "now how can I help you?"

"We're looking for Abbrellya, can you let her know we are here?"

"And who should I tell her is here?"

"Harry Potter," Harry answered and looked up at him with a quirked brow.

"Harry Potter is it?" The painting ask and smiled a wide smile, peering at him, "I'll be right back." He left just as quick as he had come and Harry looked at Hermione with a lifted brow.

"Who was that?" Ron asked, glancing at Hermione as well.

"I am not sure, I haven't seen him anywhere before."

Before anything else was said the painting was swung open and Abbrellya came into view, "Harry?"

"Hey," he stepped forward, "I was coming by, I told you I would be staying with you from now on if that was okay?"

"Oh! I thought you would be coming after dinner," she stepped back and waved them inside.

"Dinner is going on now," Ron said with a chuckle, "but don't worry we brought the food here!"

Abbrellya laughed quietly as she led them into the chambers, "I had fallen asleep, and woke up when Salazar called for me. You just happened to beat me here before I was able to leave."

"Salazar, as in... Slytherin?" Harry asked curiously and looked up at the painting of an empty potions room that sat over the fireplace, the man in question standing there.

"The one and only," the painting spoke with a smile.

Ron grimaced and turned his head away, receiving a rather hard jab by Hermione, "he has the most fascinating tales of the world, he has been rather great to learn from." Abbrellya spoke to Harry, ignoring the other two completely.

"Is he?" Harry asked and was almost curious what exactly he was telling her.

"I see you're a Gryffindor, Harry?"

"I am, was almost a Slytherin, had a small fight with the hat over that." Harry laughed, feeling awkward now that he had said that and the painting chuckled in return.

"Yes, it seems a few people think bad of the house. I honestly can't know what my mind did after I was painted, I used to not be that way." Harry looked at him, curiously studying him and the painting turned leaving the room without another word leaving the four alone.

"We brought food," Harry said once the silence seemed to drag on, and he looked around spotting the table Hermione sat the plates down and Ron the juice as Harry placed the food then he tapped his wand against the food and watched as it came back to size and showed them a feast.

The three sat down and Abbrellya slid into the chair across from Harry, "after we eat I'll show you the place, it's small but it is quite nice." She explained and watched as Ron and Harry piled food on their plate, Hermione was grabbing smaller amounts and much less.

Abbrellya was conflicted and copied Hermione this time, thinking that was a better option since she didn't even tend to eat it would be easier to pretend with small amounts. She took a small piece of ham, realizing after this morning that she disliked the meat a lot it seemed, the bite of biscuit she tried wasn't horrible to taste and she wasn't sure what that meant exactly for what she liked.

She sat quietly, staring at the food and pushing it around with her fork more than she was eating it and listened in on their conversation about the classes there were taking, Ron and Harry were in all the same classes, Hermione's schedule only altered a few times because of a few extra classes she had opted for.

Abbrellya became hyper aware of Harry the moment he let out the low moan, her head snapped up not even realizing the three had changed subjects and were now enjoying some dessert. Harry licked the spoon he had obviously just taken the bite from and sighed, "I missed the custard, no offence to your mom Ron but she doesn't make very good custard."

Ron laughed and Abbrellya watched as he took a big scoop of the custard, and looked at Harry in amusement as he took another bite and closed his eyes. Ron's reaction was close to the same, and she noticed Hermione shaking her head but smiling as she ate her own custard, not losing herself in it quite like the boys had.

"'Mione can you make good custard?"

"I've never made it before but I am sure I will manage to figure it out."

"Oh you better, or this is over."

Harry laughed at that, tossing his head back and when he righted himself his eyes met Abbrellya's, "you here that Abbrellya, better than sex."

Hermione flushed and reached out smacking Harry's arm, "Ron and I have ne-."

"Oh please," Harry rolled his eyes, "we're best mates, 'Mione."

Abbrellya had followed Hermione's hand closely as it came back to her lap and she looked at up at the flushed face of the girl, before turning to Ron who was smiling happily and shoving another spoonful into his mouth, "Harry, leave the girl alone."

Harry looked at her with a smile, and got another spoonful, "would you like to try some Abbrellya?"

Abbrellya looked down and shook her head, "I'm okay. All full. Are you all done? I can show you the rest of the place now." She added standing and using her wand to get rid of the plates and leftover food without waiting for an answer.

"I suppose we are," Ron said a bit disgruntled but dropped it when Harry glared at him, and they stood with Abbrellya.

Abbrellya couldn't help but clap excitedly, as she turned around to face them, "I decorated the place last night," she explained smiling, "as you can see that was a small dining area I guess. I hadn't been quite sure what the table was for, now I know. Anyway, here is the study area mostly for you I assume, Harry," she explained as the oval room would turn into an area of study there was a desk, two bookshelves, along with a chair to the side, "and your friends, of course."

Then the oval room turned back into the sitting room that was placed with a divan pressed up against the wall furthest from the fireplace, two arm chairs and a sofa were spread out around the fireplace with a dark wood table in the middle, and on the right side of the over sized fireplace was a chaise lounge, "the sitting room, I expanded it a bit because I know you have a lot of friends and I want to make sure everyone is included for you." She explained and stepped over to a door sliding it open to show them a bathroom, "and here is the bathing room as you can see." Inside was a walk in tub much like the ones in the 5th floor prefects bathroom only a bit smaller in size, a double sink with a huge vanity.

"Our beds are upstairs," she explained sliding the door closed and stepped up on the stairs behind the fireplace that would lead them up the bedrooms, it was a spiral staircase and after one and a half turn they were on the second floor that was as big as the bottom. "Yours, Harry, has a protective ward around it." She said and nodded towards the door, "I can't even open the door without getting zapped, so I haven't been able to redecorate in there. I can anytime you'd like, or... you can of course."

"Why is there a ward around it?" Ron asked peering over at the door.

Abbrellya looked away, as if she was going to ignore the question, "to protect Harry and give him a break should he need one, I can enter if he ask me too." Then she nodded towards the open room they were standing in. There was a completely over sized bed in the middle of the room, with a rather dramatic canopy covering it, along with what looked like Christmas lights littering the back wall that was bare otherwise to the left was a huge chest of drawers, and an open walk in closet.

Harry smiled, "it's a lovely set of chambers, I like them!"

"Th-thanks," she smiled a bit nervous, and looked away from the three again starting when Hermione suggested going back down stairs.

They all took their seats in front of the fireplace, which Abbrellya lit, and she sat quietly as she heard a tale being started about a dragon or something that Harry seemed to have faced. Of course Abbrellya knew the story, she had practically gone crazy during their 4th year wanting to be here to save her Harry but she wasn't able to. She tuned it out, rather obviously but the three didn't seem to mind as they were now talking to Salazar, well Hermione and Harry were. Ron was grumbling at the fact they were talking to him.

Abbrellya was staring at Harry, who had sat in the chaise, laying back with his arms tucked behind his head. He had gotten warm from the fire and pulled his sweater off, and Abbrellya was doing little to conceal the fact she was admiring his body. Her inner being rather enjoying the sight and Abbrellya didn't intend to keep her down.

I bet he taste as good as he thinks that custard did...

Did you hear him moan?

That was honestly perfection. And that shirt, it leaves little left to the imagination... I had no idea the boy filled out so much, covered he looks as lanky and long as James had been but without that sweater on he's all sorts of toned and sculpted.

Oh, him and that tongue on his lips.. I swear the boy spends 70% of his time licking his lips.

Just get up and go lick his lips, Abbrellya. Just doooooooo it.

NO! Abbrellya answered herself, shifting slightly as she realized she had been scooting towards the edge of her chair to stand she focused in long enough to get a feel that no one else seemed to notice and heard Salazar talking about a prank him and Godric had pulled at one point, in their younger years.

Abbrellya leaned back in the chair, shutting her eyes and laying her cheek against the side of the chair. She felt more relaxed than she had in a long time, she was warm, she was comfortable, Harry was on her mind, his laugh sounding in the room along with his voice and the way he smelled seemed to be everywhere...

Harry heard a muffled noise and looked up glancing across the room, where Abbrellya had been sleeping the muffled cry sounding from her again and he started to stand. She was clutching the side of the chair roughly, her face was tight and pained and right hand was stretching out across her leg as if she was looking for someone.

"She okay?" Ron asked a bit of worry in his voice and he looked over too. The three had been doing some classwork while she slept.

Harry shrugged and looked back uncertainly, Hermione chimed in this time while holding open a book, "she is dreaming of Harry, probably."

"Why does her face look like that then?"

Hermione looked up, "either a bad dream or her inner being is forcing her to dream of bad things."

"Wait they can do that?" Harry asked, speaking a bit louder than he intended as he shot straight up.

Hermione turned the book around as if to show Harry, "it says here that they often have those bad dreams when they sleep without their bounded, because it likes to taunt them."

"I really don't like her inner being," Harry frowned, "I'm going to wake her up." He closed the short distance between the two and crouched down nudging her softly, "Abbrellya?"

Abbrellya's hand reached across her lap, her face softening almost immediately as she wrapped her fingers around his wrist when he had nudged her. Harry felt a shot of electricity shoot through his arm and gasped, her hand holding him tightly and then he almost became overwhelmed with the scent of mint. It hit his nose and Harry took a short breath to suck it in, it was a rather specific scent and he noticed after a second it really died down it was just present - like a perfume.

He could pick out the scent of eucalyptus as well as the mint, and she was right it was his absolute favorite. He sat there for a second watching as she slept, drinking in the scent and liking it far too much then gave his hand a small tug releasing it from her grip but she followed and leaned forward towards him and started awake, their eyes met and Harry blushed bright red when she let out the startled gasp.

"Harry," she whispered, her fingers tightened slightly and she pulled him forward catching him as he almost fell into her lap and her lips found his. Her eyes fluttered close as she held him upright, her lips moving against his, sliding her tongue against his bottom lip as if she was begging for an entrance. Harry had thought he was ready for this kiss though it still caught him off guard that she just kissed him without any hint at it, he responded letting his lips open and she slipped between them with her tongue.

Oh Merlin, she can kiss, he thought and wishing he hadn't thought of Ginny but he couldn't help it; and when he did he thought of Ron and remembered they were still in the room. Harry pulled back abruptly, not even realizing her hand had weaved through his hair. She jerked forward with him and from the speed he had jerked back he fell onto his back Abbrellya against his torso and she looked down at him.

She blinked a few times looking down at him, then she was gone. Harry laid there trying to catch his breath, he closed his eyes laying his head back. His whole body felt like a jolt of electricity had shook through it, his torso was tingling where she had been pressed against him through his shirt, his arms were tingling where she had gripped along with his scalp and his lips were practically buzzing.

He took a deep breath, and opened his eyes rolling over to sit up. It almost felt like his lips were bleeding, he ran his fingers over them and pulled it back to check it and make sure there was in fact, no blood. "Merlin," Harry sighed and walked back to the chaise lounge, taking his seat again, "she kisses like it is the last thing she will ever do."

"I think you'll find she does that for a lot of things," Hermione chuckled, "I was just reading about that."

When Harry woke the next morning he peeked out to see she wasn't in her room nor did it seemed to be slept in, he frowned to himself and went to get his clothing before hurrying down the stairs to take a bath, he had woke far too early but he couldn't sleep anymore.

He stepped into the front room and found Abbrellya sitting at the table with a bottle of alcohol and another item he couldn't quite make out, "Harry!" She gasped and he watched her look from her watch to him again, "it's early."

"I couldn't sleep," Harry admitted and suddenly wished he had put on a shirt instead of coming out in just his boxers, "I was worried about you."

"Me?" She asked and was looking far too amused, "what are you doing?"

"I was going to take a bath."

"Mm," her eyes scanned over his body once more before she turned back to the table and Harry took it that he was free to leave and started towards the bathroom, "I'm sorry for last night, Harry."

"Hm?" Harry asked stopping at the door and looking over his shoulder to see she was staring at him once again.

"I am still getting used to it, but I will do better."

"I rather enjoyed it," Harry spoke without thinking then his red face turned back to the door, "I uh, like anytime."

Abbrellya chuckled when he retreated into the bathroom, she looked down at her watch again it was just barely 4 in the morning, she gave a sigh and snapped her fingers - something Severus had told her about, and a house elf appeared, "good morning," she smiled at the small creature.

"Good morning, Miss, how can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you could get Harry some breakfast? He seems to have woke much too early and I know he will be hungry."

"Of course!" The elf nodded and was gone without another word, Abbrellya picked up her bottle of whiskey and hurried up to her own room to put it away, when she was in her closet she changed into a different outfit. Settling on a dark red, turtleneck dress and a pair of black strappy high heels. She looked in the full bodied mirror and ran a hand through her dark brown almost black hair it was done changing now and she noticed it made her skin seem more full as she stared at herself, the gold lining her body seemed to stand out more. She turned back towards the stairs when she heard Harry talking to someone below and started down to see who. Harry was standing in the middle of the common area with the fire now lit and tucking his black tank top into his khaki pants.

Abbrellya admired him from behind, with a raised brow until Harry turned around offering a rather breathless smile, "Abbrellya," he said almost relieved, "I thought you had left again."

"No, I'm here," she smiled in returned and nodded towards the table, "I ordered breakfast, are you hungry?"

"How'd you know?"

"Just a hunch," she answered, watching him walk from the fireplace to the table. He took a seat next to the one she had previously been sitting in and reached for a pancake but stopped and picked up the papers still on table.

Abbrellya joined him, sitting in the same seat and watched as he picked up the papers flushing slightly. "These are amazing," Harry spoke, sitting back as he sifted through the drawings, "I mean honestly, absolutely amazing."

"They're just doodles," she said rather dryly, wishing she had thought to put them away.

"Do you draw often?"

"A lot," she nodded, and felt herself grow even more nervous as he came to her newest drawing. It was rather unfinished and she looked down and away as he sat quietly, staring at the drawing of himself. She picked up the fork and put a pancake on her plate, like he was reaching for and cut off a small piece taking a bite and chewing it carefully.

Last night after she left she had asked Severus about eating and what she was supposed to do to appease Harry's concern without telling him she didn't actually need to eat because she felt like that would bother him more than her just eating a little.

Harry's face suddenly grew red and he sat the drawings down, his picture face up as he filled his plate with a stack of pancakes. "They're really good, Abbrellya."

"Thank you Harry." She watched him curiously as he piled his pancakes, grabbing a handful of chocolate chips and adding to the top of the hot pancakes, before getting a dollop of whipped butter as well.

"Don't like sweets?" Harry asked after a second and his first bite.

"What?"

"Last night you didn't eat any custard, today you're just eating a plain pancake I was just curious." Harry said and cut off another piece, taking a bite with a grin and his eyes closed happily.

Abbrellya furrowed her brow in dismay at the idea that still she wasn't good enough, and looked across the table along with pancakes, there were eggs and sausage and a few bowls of miscellaneous items like the chocolate chips, the whipped butter, there was also strawberries, whipped cream, apricots, cinnamon apple topping, multiple flavored syrups and molasses.

"What do you like on yours?" She asked closing her eyes to take a sniff out of a dark syrup, and grimacing as she pulled back.

"You don't eat, do you?" Harry asked suddenly, putting his fork down as he watched her.

"I..." She looked at him and bit her bottom lip, "I can, I just don't need to," Harry stared, frowning, "I can tell it is really important to you, so I am just trying to find anything that taste even remotely good."

"You could have just told me," Harry said softly, and reached across the small distance, Abbrellya pulled back slightly from his hand and Harry froze.

"I am just trying to make you comfortable," she said eyeing his hand before letting out a small, strangled sigh and leaning towards him. Harry's hand made quick work, cupping her cheek and his fingers intertwined through her hair. "I want to try these things for you, okay?" She tried to continue talking like this wasn't driving her absolutely mad, like Suri wasn't screaming for more inside her head.

"I am always comfortable when I am with you."

Abbrellya closed her eyes, taking slow breaths and then she felt his breath on her cheek and her own breath hitched, before her lips were covered in his own. She stayed still, much like Harry had the first time she kissed him.

Harry was a little rougher than her, not as flawless and he pulled her closer standing from his seat and leaning down to kiss her better. She started to pull back, but Harry just gave her hair a small tug and moved his mouth against hers almost as if he was trying to force her opens. Abbrellya's mouth opened for him and she froze able to taste something overwhelmingly sweet.

She jerked her head back and was pressed against the wall, leaving Harry standing and leaning down as if she was still there and he was still kissing her. "Abbrellya?"

She took a steady breath, "you taste like... I don't know, nothing I've ever taste before."

Harry blinked, blushing and he looked down confused then his eyes found the plate and pointed at the pancakes, "uhm.. Chocolate I would say."

Abbrellya was back at his side within half a second and she reached out pushing her finger against the melted chocolate before sticking it in her mouth, her eyes going wide as she tasted the overwhelming sweetness of it. "I like sweet stuff," she whispered at him, and looked back at the table, sticking her finger in the molasses and licking it, she pulled a face before sitting down in the chair she had left. He chuckled and took his seat again, watching as she pilled her pancake with each sweet topping she liked, after she tried a bit of each one.

Harry settled against the back of the couch, slouching a bit and he had his legs kicked out on the coffee table reading over another book he had picked up from the library after classes. He hadn't seen Abbrellya since their morning and he was getting anxious, all but jumping to his feet when he heard the opening of the door. He gripped the book tighter and only glanced over when he smelt the mouth watering mint that seemed to be joining her almost regularly now, it was there all morning - not that he minded at all. He enjoyed it a lot.

"Harry," she smiled her perfect, breathless smile.

"Hi," he closed his book, starting to get up but she was faster than him and sat next to him.

"You're not happy, why?"

"What?"

"You're face, you are irritated?"

He blushed looking down, "I uhm... it wasn't that, I was getting anxious." He admitted in a quiet voice, "I haven't seen you since this morning when I left for classes." Then he held up the book, "it tells me it is supposed to bother you more than it bothers me, but you seem to hardly be phased."

"I watch you all day," she said with a small laugh, "I am made for stealth you just don't notice me."

Harry's eyes grew wide, "oh."

"I can join you for lunch if you would like, I didn't want to be too pushy." She said with a shrug, "I've been trying to give you your space."

"I've noticed that," Harry grimaced, then he sat back against the couch again.

"You don't have class work tonight?"

"No, I am all caught up."

"Aren't you tired?"

"A bit," he admitted, "but I want to eat dinner first."

"I can order you food," she said raising her hand.

Harry grabbed her hand, "no, no, it's okay. I'll have dinner with my friends."

Abbrellya nodded and looked down at their intertwined fingers curious if he could feel the tingles she did, "we'll have dinner in the Great Hall then." She glanced up at the clock, noticing they had about an hour and a half before they could go, "Harry, I was wondering if I could talk to you?"

"Of course, any time."

"There are somethings I need to tell you, well ask you..." She trailed off, "I can't tell you what to do, of course you know this, but I think you should know that I am not a the biggest fan of Dumbledore." She started with a frown, "I think he is spiteful, he uses you and you deserve better than that. With that being said, he is going to pass you some very useful information soon, and ask something of you that I don't agree with.

"I want to tell you no, that you're not going to do it. But I know it is your choice, I just want you to take into consideration my thought on the matter." Abbrellya spoke slowly, avoiding his gaze.

"What is it?"

"You'll have to wait for him to tell you," she glanced at him then away again, "also I want you to be aware that Ginny has now decided to try for you, she is apparently over the initial shock of it and she wants to try and find a way to win you over."

Harry almost groaned out loud and bit his bottom lip to keep quiet, he was watching Abbrellya closely who was wearing easily the most annoyed expression he had ever seen. "Oh."

"I won't interfere, I just want you to know."

"Why won't you?"

"Because, you may choose her." She shuddered, closing her eyes and taking a slow breath, "and I won't force myself upon you at all."

Harry did groan at that, and Abbrellya looked at him in concern which was cut off quickly when Harry laid his head back with a frown and she eased into his mind, fucking Ginny. I don't want to even think about Ginny. Abbrellya pulled back and gave his hand a squeeze, "I'll do well to remind you why I'm better, each time she does something though."

Harry chuckled and looked at her, "will you?"

"Yes, I very much will."

Harry leaned forward and Abbrellya pulled back abruptly, "that's not a very good start." Harry muttered, letting her hand fall and he turned away frowning.

"You don't understand the struggle," she sighed, "us alone, you there as if you're just begging me to do something stupid."

Harry's brow furrowed, "I already know it is you I want, without or without the rest. I just want you."

"Careful," she warned and was across the room before Harry could even register she had moved. He groaned in response and picked up the book again focusing on the words, doing an effective job to ignore her now - something he learned from the books was their kryptonite.

Abbrellya gave a sigh, and stepped away up the stairs to her room.