Story Title: Harry Potter and the Power of Magic Chapter Title: Chapter Two The One With the First Kiss
Story Summary: In the summer before forth year, Harry s magic levels are starting to grow, and a new family of neighbors have come to town.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Matilda or whatever else that I put in that sounds familiar and never will even see money made off these things in a newspaper or something but I have my dreams , and they include you know what you don t need to know, so on with the story!
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"So You wouldn't happen to be much of a reader would you?" she asked, once they were comfortably outside the front door. "I haven't had the chance to figure out where the library was around here."
Smiling goofily at the thought of her and a certain bushy haired Gryffindor getting along marvelously, he spoke, "Sadly I'll have to say no, aside from my school books I haven't done much reading I used to when I was little, but my cousin started burning books and blamed it on me to get out of story time, so I was banned from the public library at the ripe old age of 7, when I wasn't even there that day, I think I was grounded at the time."
"That's horrible!" she gasped, to Harry's amusement as he assumed that it was mostly due the thought of desecrating the sanctity of bound knowledge.
"I read a lot about psychology and things in the school library after that, I had spent about a month looking up different things on child neglect and everything connected to it on my own, Merlin knows what those things were doing in a primary school's library, I tossed it all away when I realized that the Dursleys had turned most anyone against me, and that the possibility of anyone wanting me after that would be slim to none." She held a slim smile on her face as Harry spoke.
"I know what you mean, I had done something like that by the time I was six, and mom adopted me from my biological parents as soon as she realized what my home life was like. I was lucky that I found her, my parents had tried the same thing that your aunt and uncle have been doing, but they only went as far as the principal, mom and the principal didn't exactly see eye to eye-"
"Why's that?" Harry interrupted her, clearly not used to the idea of a teacher that didn't agree with parents, due to how the Dursleys and the teachers at his primary school always understood each other.
"She was my mom's aunt, and an awful woman the day that she was chased out of the school was the best day in all too many students' lives."
"Chased out you say? Got any pointers on how to do the same?" He quirked his eyebrow.
"And why would you think that I had anything to do with the chasing out?"
"Because only a real prankster gets that kind of look in their eye when they've done a job well done. My best mate has a set of twins in his household that could set a man to tears if they had a vendetta." Harry chuckled out.
"Well, if you must know I did do it, but you'll have to pry the truth out of me on how, later..." "I am a girl, and girls don't just give up their secrets. Now where is this mystical library?" Matilda finished looking around ravenously, as if going to the library was the same as going to heaven.
"Well, I forgot to mention what happened a years ago, Dudley had been forced into tutoring but got out of it because the library shut down. Roach infestation, but my guess is that a lazy pig brought some insects in with him. "
"What kind of barbaric oaf would do such a thing!? Oh, how I wish I could just wring your cousin's neck!" He eyes looked rather cute to Harry as she squinted in anger and started wringing an invisible Dudley's neck.
"They ended up having to remove the books and strip down the building to get them out, but the building still hasn't been-" Harry was cut off as Matilda's moan brought him out of his amused state. Looking to his left the abandoned library building that looked more like a condemned building nowadays then a library under repairs he continued, "-completely fixed since. They need drills to finish the remodeling, but the foreman of the drilling manufacturer that the town is forced to use refuses to supply the drills." Smirking at her heartbroken look across her face, he finished speaking. "And as much fun it is seeing you want to go on an book loving righteous killing spree trust me there is no way that we're going to change the foreman's mind."
"And why is that? I'll have you know that I am very persuasive Mr. Potter!" She glared as she crossed her arms.
In his defense, Harry continued walking towards town square, "I don't doubt it, but I'm sure that I'd get blamed for you trying to harass my Uncle Vernon. "
"Is there at least a movie theatre around here? Please tell me there's something that I can do in this town!" She yelled exasperatedly, seeing as how her cornerstone in life didn't exist anymore.
"My company that bad?" He said, as he lifted his eyebrow quizzically as the continued walking.
"No, but-"
"I can show you where it is, but if you wanted to go in, I don't have any money."
"Don't worry about it, I can always pay for you." She blushed as she realized that they were on all accounts going on what seemed to be a date. "Besides, you're my only friend at the moment, and I'd hate our first meeting to be anything but boring."
"I don't think that I'd ever think of being saved from Pink-ville as boring." He smirked devilishly as she snickered and pushed him in the back.
"C'mon Lead the way Sparky."
"Sparky?" He looked at her oddly, for a second before receiving a smirk with her reply.
"Yeah, your scar is a lightning bolt for crying out loud! Sparky just suits you because of it."
"Gee thanks," Harry rolled his eyes, but he couldn't shake the smile off his face.
"Anytime... now lets go!" she cheered as she pumped her fist in the air, and pulled his hand while running before they passed their turn and she remembered that she had no idea where she was going. Even as they turned around and Harry started guiding her the correct way, they never stopped holding hands. Not once.
As the week passed Harry and Matilda grew very close. Harry knew that he was very surprised at how at home he felt with her and already dreaded the inevitable talk that was sure to follow once he let slip that he was in fact a wizard.
It was surprisingly during their first kiss that he found himself in that awkward situation. Various things around the living room began to float around randomly starting at the moment that they seemed to lose themselves into the kiss.
It was a very light kiss at first, as both were new to the idea of kissing, but it was when Harry started to feel goose bumps that the real fun of the kiss started, and he could feel the magic in the air literally.
"Uh-oh, " he heard from Matilda, "Not Again !" she moaned as her head dropped to her hands.
"I thought that was me..." Harry whispered to himself, and although he didn't mean it, loudly enough for Matilda to hear.
"Wait You can do things too?" She asked as her head shot up.
"Hold on You think that you're the one that did that?" Harry asked, confused.
"I don't know I've never really had the chance to see what happened when I kissed someone before."
"But you've levitated things before?" He continued trying to get a straight answer.
"Well, yeah what happened to you that made you able to move stuff? I mean you obviously know what I've done, and the look in your eyes tell me that you think that you re the one that did it. So spill "
"Did you say what happened to me?"
"Of course, I mean Mom thinks that I was just too smart and that I tapped into the part of the brain that no one ever uses it started when I was really young, what about you?"
"Uh, hold on, do this for me and I'll tell you," reaching into his pocket he pulled out his wand, and motioned for her to grab on to it. " what do you feel when you hold that?"
"You serious?" at Harry's curious but continuously stern expression, she continued. "Okay lets see woody?" when Harry only raised his eyebrow, she huffed and grabbed at the wand roughly, still staring at his eyes to see if this was really necessary, she failed to see the few sparks that shot out of the tip of the wand, but Harry did. Paying attention to the wand for the first time, she noticed a slight pull or should I say reverse pull, of the wand, as if it didn't like her one bit. "I feel like its pushing my hand away is there some kind of magnet in this thing?" she asked, bringing it up to eye level. "What's this supposed to be anyways? Don't tell me that you made yourself a wand so that you could pretend you were doing magic or something." she smiled slyly at Harry in her own way, until she met his piercing gaze. "What?"
"You don't believe in Magic?
"Uh, no the only thing that I could ever do was move stuff, but I've never seen anything that couldn t be explained by a simpler theory like telekinesis or something. Hell, the Force would be a better explanation than 'Magic' " she highlighted this by waving her hands about in a 'Mystical' seeming pattern. I mean isn't it a more "magical" thing?" Seeing that he wasn't joking she continued. "You don't really believe in magic do you?"
Standing from his place on the couch, and taking his wand from Matilda, he muttered, "Might as well try to show you "
Moving towards the door and seeing that she was still waiting expectantly on the couch for an explanation, he spoke, "What time did your mother want us for dinner?"
"Well we just had lunch so its about noon and we have until about 6 or 7, I guess why?"
"Let me get some things from the Dursley's and I'll be back to start explaining alright?"
"I better get a really good explanation Mr. Potter!" she teased as she sat back into the couch.
Concentrating on his destination, and hoping that he could sneak past the Dursley's quickly enough to get back without ay chores, he grabbed hold of the doorknob and braced himself as he accidentally disappeared from Matilda's living room and ended up in the smallest bedroom at 4 Privet Drive.
"Crap!" Harry yelled as he landed with a crash on top of his half opened trunk in the smallest bedroom at the Dursley household. He grimaced as he imagined the face on Matilda when he got back and groaned, "she's going to kill me "
Righting himself hurriedly and grabbing his school pack, he tossed his invisibility cloak and Firebolt in, glad that he had the sense to purchase a new bag with an enlarged inside last summer when he had been stuck at Diagon Alley for two whole weeks. Putting his pouch of Wizarding coins and vault key in his pocket, he left the Dursley household quietly yet swiftly and jogged the few houses down to Matilda's.
Letting himself into Matilda's house, he found her slumped over in her seat.
Groaning once more, he realized that she must have fainted when she saw him "do-what-ever-he-did" away. He really had to figure out what it was called, he was pretty sure it wasn't apparition. It would be a while before they made it to Diagon Alley. He only hoped that if she didn't kill him now, that she wouldn't do it after the ride on the Knight Bus. Merlin knows he wasn't looking forward to the ride on the rollercoaster that was the Purple Double Decker.
Idly wondering how a pair of wizards managed to get their hands on and modify a Double Decker without getting fined by the Ministry or worse, he proceeded to wake Matilda up. Merlin help him.
AN:
And that is the end of the second chapter; Things are going to be changing in different ways with this story and I might add some really interesting twists into it, after seeing Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, the first Harry Potter Movie that the current director seemed to have gotten close enough on target for me to enjoy properly, my HP muse is back on track and I'm wanting to write again
I don't know what the pairings will be anymore. But I realize that I've got to break some hearts in order to make Harry and mold Harry into what Harry I want.
In other words there will be break ups.
And just so you guys know, I will never ever write a fic where the kiss depicted in this chapter would mean true love or bonding. I can't stand that garbage. Bleh. It's too much of a perfect story type feel thing. That's not real.
Laterz