Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW I GOT SOME PRETTY EMPHATIC REVIEWS TELLING ME NOT TO HAVE DRACO ROMANTICALLY INTERESTED IN LIZZY. – SO THAT'S OUT! STILL NOT SURE HOW DRACO'S GOING TO REACT TO FINDING OUT ABOUT THEM SO IF YOU HAVE ANY INDEA'S REVIEW AND TELL ME!

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.

HARRY'S POV

"Harry! Why ON EARTH were you talking to Edwards?! Did you see what she did to me in class?!" Hermione screeched in my ear as we made our way down to the Great Hall.

I winced at the painful sound and glared at her angrily.

"For Merlin's sake Hermione, would you lower the volume?!" I snapped at her heatedly.

She gasped in outrage while drawing away from me.

"Come on Hermione, you know Harry would never talk to Edwards unless he absolutely had to. Just give him a chance to explain." Ron interjected before the normally cool and collected two of the Golden trio lost their tempers.

I ground my teeth in annoyance but could not hold back my snort of amusement.

"Wow Hermione you turned Ron into the diplomatic one." I couldn't help but take one last dig at her.

I hated it when they both thought that it was their right to know everything about me! When Ron had said 'just give him a chance to explain' I nearly hexed both of them in fury. I didn't have to explain anything to them!

Entering the Great Hall I took my usual position at the long table, while my surrounding classmates leaned away from me sensing the dangerously cataclysmic rage emanating from me in waves of power. Too bad my best friends didn't also possess one shred of survival skills or common sense, as Ron sat opposite me and Hermione to my left.

There were several blissful moments of silence before Hermione's obsessive need to know every little thing roared its ugly head.

"Well Harry? Why were you speaking to Edwards?" Hermione asked in a voice I'm sure she thought showed a mature and calm questioning concern. In reality I could hear the underlying tone of irritation from my avoidance of her questions, anger due to my insults as well as arrogance, stemming from her certainty, that I would answer all of her questions and come grovelling for her forgiveness.

I ground my teeth together and my displeasure climbed.

Silence greeted her question.

I was afraid that if I opened my mouth my control would snap and I just might kill her.

Colour was rising in her face and her eyes sparkled angrily.

Stubbornly I kept my own, hard and furious eyes on the empty plate in front of me.

"Harry mate, answer Hermione. Why were you conversing with that snake?"

Ron's words brought forth a tidal wave of protective fury which spread through my body with the heat and speed of wild fire. My magic roared in violence.

From the edge of my vision, I saw Dumbledore stand from his position at the Head table in alarm, and heard silence encompass the enormous hall, as even the students felt the actions of powerful magic.

I moved rapidly to contain my dangerous and volatile magic, but couldn't entirely quench the flaming inferno which Ron had ignited.

I snapped my eyes to look at the red head opposite me. I saw panic and fear in him and that caused some of my fury to uncoil in satisfaction.

On some subconscious level I knew that my eyes had become glowing emerald orbs of power. I would later learn that my magic had become so enraged that it seemed as if a lightning storm had erupted within them. But at this moment all I was aware of were two people.

I struggled to form words through both my rage and the effort I was expending to keep my magic from lashing out and physically damaging the people of my focus.

"I do not have to explain anything to anyone. I am NOT answerable to either of you." My eyes swivelled to look at Hermione who was white and terrified.

"You do NOT own me!" I finished in a malevolent whisper.

I grabbed the bag I had thrown on the ground in my irritation and strode out of the silent Great Hall.

Nobody stopped me. Nobody would have been able to.

I slid down the side of the tree beside the Black Lake, putting my head in my hands attempting to calm my gasps of breath. I banged my head against the tree as my eyes closed.

As I had made my way furiously across the grounds of Hogwarts my magic had quietened and then stilled. The full enormity of my actions and the catalyst to them caused me to stagger and grab onto the tree I was now leaning against.

This was so out of control it wasn't funny.

Opening my eyes I could see the clear blue sky through the leaves but my eyes couldn't focus. My thoughts were racing in one hundred and one different directions in panic, confusion and fear.

I had lashed out at my best friends, the ones who had been there for me through thick and thin, for Edwards.

"Ugh!" I yelled beating my fist into the earth in frustration.

Sure I was infuriated that Ron and Hermione had wanted to know what was going on with me, but I was used to their behaviour. It was Ron's comment and tone of disgust and loathing about Edwards which had sent me over the edge.

I moaned as I slammed my head against the tree again in aggravation.

She was getting to me.

She was engendering thoughts and feelings and instincts in me that I had never known before.

I could admit to myself that she was stunningly beautiful. She really was.

When I had walked into Defence today and her forceful light blue eyes had met my gaze, I stopped breathing. One of the windows in the room had been open and a gust of wind had caught her long straight honey coloured hair and my heart had started racing. When I had caught her staring, her perfect snow white skin had blushed red and my legs had felt weak.

But I wasn't just physically attracted to her either! I laughed at the irony.

Not only was she intelligent, but also capable of thinking! Trust that one of the few in Hogwarts that can see through the disguises of the Ministry was from the Slytherin House and in favour of Voldemort. I could feel myself chuckling bitterly.

Looking at my watch I saw that I had been outside thinking for over an hour and Edwards's Ancient Ruins class was about to finish. I slowly made my way towards the classroom still lost in troubling thoughts.

I couldn't help but recall her depressed expression from that first Potions class nor the child-like joy which had lit up her eyes when she found the animagus revealed potion in the library. The passionate light which had dominated her face this morning in Defence when she had talked down Hermione was...beautiful.

The emotions I had witnessed within her had caused me to question the accuracy of the ice queen persona I had known since first year.

I could see the door to the Ancient Ruins classroom open from where I was leaning against the wall opposite.

A surge of students flooded out of the room and that was when I heard it. Laughter rang above the noise of departing students like a multitude of twinkling bells.

I stared in amazement when the possessor of such a laugh left the room leaning heavily on arm of Syltherin, Blaise Zabini.

Elizabeth Edwards had the most angelic laughter I had ever heard. Her sky blue eyes were absent their customary coldness having been replaced with warmth and joy. Her whole body had relaxed and the most stunning smile was spread across her features.

I felt contentment bubble inside of me and felt my alarm grow as I recognised the reason for its sudden appearance.

I felt pleasure at Edwards's obvious happiness in that moment, and realised that I wanted to see her laughing and looking that joyful all the time.

I forced myself to look away from the scene that was wreaking havoc with my emotions. I closed my eyes to keep from staring and was consequently startled when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

My eyes sprang open and all I could see was blue. I shook my head, trying to dispel my thoughts so I could focus and cease to look a simpleton.

Her touch was scorching and I quickly took a step back.

I don't think I have ever wanted to do anything as much as I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss in that moment.

But I didn't...and I felt a different kind of sadness than I was used to because of it.

I took a deep breath and motioned for Edwards to follow me. Not trusting my voice, for fear that they would betray my turbulent feelings.

We walked throughout the empty corridors in silence, and I glimpsed through the castle windows the sun's rays touching the tops of the trees in the Forbidden Forest.

We would be working in darkness for much of the night. I sighed softly, tense.

I turned my attention inwards, where I tried to harden what was left of my resolve in order to resist Edwards.

Chancing a glance at her from the corner of my eye, I felt my heart start to pound and my breathing quicken.

I clenched my fists tightly.

Anxiety made my lungs feel like lead.

My desire for Edward's, the agonising need and want to have her, was barely under control.

Her proximity was causing me to feel as if electricity was running under my very skin.

I bit my tongue hard.

I would not give in to this...It just wasn't an option.

...

IN ANSWER TO A FREE REVIEWS THAT ASKED ME WHETHER HARRY WAS A PLAYBOY HERE IT IS: IN THIS STORY HARRY ISN'T A PLAYBOY IN THE SENSE THAT HE GOES THROUGH A DIFFERENT GIRL EVERY WEEK OR FOR THE SAKE OF IT. HOWEVER, MY HARRY IS EXPERIENCED WITH GIRLS, HE IS AMAZINGLY HANDSOME AND CONFIDENT IN HIMSELF. HE HAS HAD QUITE A FEW GIRLFRIENDS AND THE GIRLS THROW THEMSELVES AT HIM BECAUSE HE IS FANTASTIC! THAT'S WHY HIS FEELINGS AROUND LIZZY CONFUSE HIM SO MUCH, BECUSE HE HAS HAD MANY PARTNERS THAT HE HAS HONESTLY LIKED BUT NEVER ONE THAT COULD MATCH HIM IN EVERYTHING: LOOKS, CONFIDENCE, INTELLIGENCE, VERY POWERFUL. SHE IS TRUELY HIS EQUAL IN LIFE.

NOW LIZZY: SHE'S HAD ONLY A FEW BOYFRIENDS OVER THE YEARS, LIKE BELOW FOUR, AND SHE NEVER REALLY LIKED THEM ANYWAY. SO SHE IS NOT HALF AS EXPERIENCED AS HARRY WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX BUT SHE'S NOT BLIND EITHER. ALSO THE GUY'S SHE WENT OUT WITH SHE WASN'T REALLY INTERESTED IN SO SHE IS EVEN LESS ENTHUSIASTIC THAN HARRY ABOUT THEIR ATTRACTION T EACH OTHER SINCE SHE HAD NEVER EXPERIENCED ATTRACTION FOR ANOTHER PERSON.