#He He He, TORTURE IT IS. I THINK I'M GOING TO GO WITH UNBARIBLE SEXUAL FRUSTRATION EXPLOLDING INTO AN UNCONTROLLABLE SECRET RELATIONSHIP. BUT WAIT UP THERE'S MORE.
AND ON WITH THE STORY!!#
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
I collapsed into my chair and let my head fall into my hands. Just thinking about the power of the energy which had coursed between us mere minutes ago caused my hands to start shaking. I brought my trembling hands up to eyes remembering my absolute need to be closer to her.
What was going on?!
LIZZY'S POV
I walked into Defence against the Dark arts classroom with butterfly's in my stomach. It was Friday and I only had lunch and Ancient Ruins to go and then it was off the Forbidden Forest with Potter, I gulped. It wasn't that I was afraid of the forest. Merlin knew I had gone in there enough so I could think in peace. It was the fact that it would be just me and Potter…alone…in the dark…with some freaky magical attraction between us that makes me want to jump into his arms and kiss him for all I'm worth. Agh! This is so frustrating!
I slid into my seat next to Blaise and pulled out my books for class. Thank the heavens that Lupin had come back to teach this year! Not that anyone would ever find out I thought him a good teacher. Over my dead body ... I'm completely serious.
Loud laughter made me snap my head to the doorway before I could think better of it. Potter was coming in with his moronic sidekicks and... Holy crap he looked good. I felt my eyes roam over his toned body where his robes were open revealing a white muscle shirt. I swear if I wasn't a Slytherin and in possession of so much self control, there would have been a puddle of drool on the floor. As it was, I felt a familiar tingle spreading through my body, the same feeling I had whenever Potter was near. I was about to turn towards the front of the room and ignore Potter like always when the Beaver said something that caused my blood to start boiling.
"Come on Harry, she was nice. Why did you turn her down?" The irritating know-it all's voice echoed around the room full of eavesdroppers.
"Yeah mate. I mean, she was hot, and totally into you." I rolled my eyes in exasperation as the idiot opened his mouth and let his customary dribble spew forth. He was such a sexist pig. I thought in disgust.
"thanks for that Ron. She also had the attention span of a knat. She forgot what she was saying half-way through asking me out and Hermione had to remind her what she was saying. Oh yeah, the conversation between us would have been riveting." Potter finished sarcastically. His words had caused me to look at him in contemplation and surprise, I didn't think Potter cared if his screw buddies had a brain or not. Green eyes met mine for a moment but we both looked away quickly. Potter continued,
"Besides, she wasn't even that pretty. There are tones of beautiful girls at Hogwarts that I could hold a conversation with, so why settle." Hmm, isn't that interesting, Potter has some actual depth to his character, I mused silently.
The Golden Trio sat in there usual chairs and continued chatting happily until Professor Lupin came into the room with a stack of papers.
"Well, I marked your holiday work everyone. And I'd just like to say that it revealed some interesting developments." Lupin said, tiredly leaning against the front of the desk.
"as you all know, Professor Dumbledore, in Professor Umbridge's absence, asked you all to write an essay discussing the various ways in which the Ministry of Magic gains confessions from accused people."
I sneered when I saw the beaver glow with expectation of praise.
"Now most of you covered the basic techniques; Veritiserum, Witnesses and evidence. Some of you went a step further and talked about the inclusion of pensive memories."
I rolled my eyes when Granger grinned in satisfaction, ugh, she was so irritating!
"However, only a few in the class grasped the dual nature of this essay." I couldn't help but sit up in curiosity, "Everyone in the class, except for five of you, only discussed magical or well known methods of interrogation. There is also the employment of intimidation, bribery and blackmail."
I almost laughed out loud when Granger raised her hand in alarm. Lupin motioned to her and she was off, talking a mile a minute.
"But Professor, the textbook did not list those as legitimate techniques. And I don't think that the Ministry of Magic would endorse such practises."
I scoffed at her naiveté, believing in a world of black and white. I interrupted whatever Lupin was about to say unable to let her typical comment go without knocking it into the ground and proving her statement to be the idiotic words I knew them to be.
"Oh yes Granger, I'm sure that the Ministry of Magic which relies on a democratic election to be voted into office would broadcast all of their wrong doings to the public. What a brilliant political manoeuvre that would be." I drawled with sarcasm dripping from every word.
Grander turned to face me her expression aflame in embarrassment and her eyes spitting fire.
"Well I can understand that comment from you Edwards. As a Slytherin, underhanded and immoral tactics would be second nature to you wouldn't they?" I let her words pass over me, at least that's what it looked like from the outside, but inside I felt outrage at her unwarranted comment.
Blaise was glancing at me in concern, knowing how much those types of comments hurt me.
"No Granger." I spat, furious.
"However, it is naive and stupid of anyone to actually believe that the world is as light and honest as textbooks make it out to be. Where do you think the bruises in prisoners come from? Falling down the steps multiple times? Why do you think somebody's husband or wife speaks out against them? Because they want to?! Their uncontrollable shaking and tears might be a clue! They're terrified into speaking out! Anyone that honestly believes that the world is black or white, or good and bad needs to grow up and actually look around them. So yes Granger, I am a Slytherin but at least I'm not a blind follower in the masses like you!"
Her gasp of outrage made my loss of control worth it. I could hear Draco on my right muttering 'hear, hear' and Blasie wearing a satisfied grin. I know that a lot of my classmates had wanted to knock Granger from her moral pedestal for years; her attitude drove us all mad.
I could see Lupin attempting to hide a smile at the indignation of the Gryffindors. Potter was staring at me in contemplation, a private smile on his lips. Catching my stare he inclined his head at me and shock entered my system.
Well, I guess I wasn't the only one fed up with Granger's moral lectures.
"Class, class, settle down. It is nice to see all of you so interested in a topic." As he finished I heard Lupin cough to hide his laugh.
"And Hermione, Miss Edwards happens to be right in this instance. Professor Dumbledore wanted you all to think outside the normal information given to you and draw your own conclusions." Granger let out a huff and folded her arms across her chest in defiance.
"The five who did the essay correctly were, Miss Edwards of course," At this he gave me a warm smile which astonished me. "...Mr Malfoy, Mr Zabini, Mr Potter and Mr Longbottom. Well done all of you, but now continuing with the lesson. Can anyone tell me what an Indonesian Flighter is? ..."
My thoughts were again astounded, so, Potter isn't blinded by society's prejudices. I couldn't help but be impressed, looked as if the boy-who-lived wasn't going to be controlled by anyone.
Hearing the bell I started to pack up my belongings with the intension of heading to the Great Hall for lunch.
"Harry? You coming?" I heard the Weasel's voice again and ground my teeth. Chanting in my head – don't hex him, don't hex him, don't hex him!
"Yeah, Just give me a minute." His deep baritone voice resonated within the room and I felt myself stop breathing for one second as a shiver of pleasure ran down my spine...Oh God, I had never noticed how his voice was interlaced with power, confidence and sexiness. He had a bedroom voice.
I swallowed past the lump which had formed in my throat. This was not going to help me resist him! BLOODY HELL!
The tingle's had turned into a buzz so I knew who was behind me before I even turned around. I shut my eyes for a brief moment steadying my breathing and getting a tighter grip on my withering self control.
"Edwards?" I took a deep breath and turned to face him.
"Yes Potter? What do you want?" Injecting my voice with cold venom I was hoping to scare him into taking twenty steps back. So that we could have this conversation, with me at one end of the room and he, at the other, as far away from each other as physically possible.
Instead he just grinned as if knowing what I wanted and deliberately not doing it. I growled silently and glared at him heatedly trying to convey exactly how livid I was that he was not fulfilling my silent request. His smile just got larger.
I was about to snap at him to hurry up because I wanted lunch, when Draco interrupted our mental challenge.
"Potter, why are you speaking to us?" He said in a mad yet perplexed voice.
"Don't worry Malfoy, I can certainly assure that I would never have anything to say to you." Potter replied calmly, still looking at me.
I raised my eyebrow in a silent signal to go-ahead.
"How about I meet you outside your Ancient Ruins classroom, so we can get going quickly?"
I nodded my consent and he was on his way, already fending off the frenzied questions of his friends.
"What the Hell Lizzy? What was that?!" Draco all but yelled.
I scowled dangerously, reminding him exactly who he was shouting at. Although his eyes did soften he did not let his question go.
I sighed tiredly. The self control needed around Potter was taking all of my energy.
I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose as I answered both Draco and Blaise, who was standing at my side inquiringly.
"Potter and I were paired together in Potions and some of the ingredients we need are in the Forbidden Forest. That is why Potter spoke to me."
Draco searched my eyes meticulously and reluctantly nodded.
"Good, now can we get to lunch? I'm a growing boy!" Blaise's exclamation broke the tense atmosphere and we all chuckled.
"Yeah, you're growing Blaise. But the wrong way!" Draco's comment resulted in him ducking Blaise's hand as it came up to whack him over the head. The two boys were lost in their play fighting and I slowly drifted behind them as my thoughts wandered again to the boy-who-lived, the same one who had been plaguing my thoughts since the start of term.
Anxiety was racing through me as I thought of Potter and I alone in the forest for several hours together.
I clenched my fists in renewed determination. I would not give in!
An image of Potter's breathtakingly gorgeous face exploded into my mind and I almost collapsed under the weight of my absolute want and need to have him.
I stopped to sag, exhausted, against the stone wall of the empty corridor.
I just couldn't give in. I thought meekly.
I felt tears tickle the back of my eyes and I looked up at the ceiling to prevent their escape.
...It just wasn't an option.
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NEED TO SET A FEW THINGS STRAIGHT SO YOU'LL BE ABLE TO FOLLOW THE STORY IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF CHAPTERS
SIRIUS IS NOT DEAD(I LIKE HIM TOO MUCH, HE ALWAYS MAKES STUFF INTERESTING)
NO HORCRUXES-DIDN'T LIKE THEM, I THOUGHT THE SOLUTION WAS TOO NEAT
DUMBLEDORE ALIVE IN THIS ONE, AND ALTHOUGH NOT CONTROLLING HARRY, MIGHT GET A GOOD TALKING TO FROM LIZZY.
QUESTION FOR ALL OF YOU, REVIEW AND TELL ME: SHOULD DRACO GET JEALOUS OF HARRY, BECAUSE HE LIKES LIZZY ROMANTICALLY OR BECAUSE HE'S WORRIED HARRY WILL HURT HER OR HE'S WORRIED HARRY IS TAKING HER AWAY FROM HIM?
REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
