Chapter 10

"Harry!" Camille called running into the Quidditch locker room. "Sorry, I'm late. Madam Pomfrey had me reorganizing her bookshelves."

"Suit up, Cam. I was just telling the team that I want to try some new plays today that feature your flying skills."

"Lovely. Nothing like a little pressure." Camille peeled off her shirt, no longer caring that the boys were all looking at her.

Harry glared at them. "McClaggen, quit ogling at my girlfriend and put your eyes back on the play board, yeah?" All eyes turned around. Harry went about explaining the plays, and the team embarked to the pitch to run practice.

Camille pulled Harry behind. "Since when did I become your girlfriend?"

"Since now? If you want? It was mainly so McClaggen would quit looking at you like you were something to eat."

"I want to," she smiled. "You've been nothing but a rock for me since Voldemort tried to kill me, and I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. So yes. Yes, I will be your girlfriend."

"Wicked," Harry smiled, dipping his head down to meet Camille's. His lips met hers, and his heart leapt in his chest.

Camille gasped, and hopped onto the low bench, so Harry didn't have to bend over so far. Her arms flew around his neck, as her lips moved against his, happy that her feeling were mirrored in Harry. Her heart began pound, and blood flushed her skin. Harry's arms wrapped around her waist, and he felt as though his heart was going to fly right out of his chest. Their tongues met in a passionate dance for power, and Harry's hand lost some altitude and came to rest on Camille's bum. Their kisses grew more fervent, when a muffled cough interrupted them.

"We're waiting," said Ron.

Camille turned the color of her jersey, and looked at the floor. She hopped off the bench and grabbed her broom, skittering off into the pitch, highly embarrassed.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Kissing my girlfriend?"

"Finally. Kaylee and I have been taking bets on how long it would be before you got together. I get to tell her she owes me a Galleon." Ron had a smirk on his lips, as he and Harry sauntered to the pitch.

Practice went as normal. Harry had the team run several drills, and worked Camille particularly hard, just to make sure she was back in working order for their big game against Slytherin. Camille was definitely going to be sore in the morning but it felt so good to be playing Quidditch again. She felt alive. Her blood was pumping, and she was on top of the world.

After practice, the team followed their ritual of leaving Camille to shower alone in the locker room. The cold water felt good against her skin, and helped to keep her mind in check. As she lathered herself over with her pomegranate body wash, Camille couldn't help but let her mind wander to what it would feel like for Harry's hands to be on her body like this. She had to stop, and just let the cold water run over her. She turned off the water, and dried herself off. She stepped out of the shower stall in a pair of track pants and her bra. A cool breeze washed over the room as someone opened the door.

"Hello, Camille."

"Forget something, McClaggen?"

"Sort of. I was wondering," he said while walking toward her, "if you and Potter were the real deal. I mean you could do better than him." Camille picked up her jacket and made to put it on. "No. I want to look at you," Cormac said. He kept closing in on Camille until they were in the farthest corner of the locker room.

"Cormac, what are you doing? This is scaring me. Just leave me alone." She tried to put on the jacket. "Let me by."

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Cormac pinned her arms above her head and assaulted her lips with his. He devoured her mouth, and when she didn't respond, he moved to her neck, where he bit at her skin. Surprised by her lack of reaction, Cormac reached his free hand up and twisted the skin on the underside of her upper arm as hard as he could.

Camille cried out in pain. Pleased by this, Cormac let a low growl, and continued his assault on her neck and shoulders. He released her arm, and she struggled against him. In retaliation he ripped the bra from her body, the clasps leaving bloody trails on her back. Camille screamed, hoping someone would hear her. Cormac, caught up in his own passion, released Cam's hands. She began to beat him as he attacked the sensitive skin of her breasts. He bit down hard on one of them. This drew tears from Camille.

"Cormac, stop!" she pleaded. She beat at him harder, and he reached up and backhanded her. Camille felt the blood pool in her mouth from where she had bitten herself. Taking advantage of his momentary stop, Camille kneed him as hard as she could right in the family jewels. He collapsed to the floor. "Accio wand," she said through thick tears. "Petificus totalus!" Cormac froze. "Incarcerus." After making sure Cormac wouldn't be able to follow her, she picked up her torn bra, put on and zipped her jacket, and high-tailed it back to Gryffindor tower.

"Camille?" Kaylee asked, when the haggard girl shuffled into the Common Room.

"Where's Harry?"

"His dorm. Are you okay?"

Camille shook her head went up the stairs toward the stairs to the boy's dorms. She tentatively knocked on Harry's door.

"Camille?" Harry looked her over. He saw the red marks on her face and the blood on her lip. He then saw the torn bra in her hand. "What happened?"

"Are you alone?"

"Yes. Come in." He ushered her in, with an arm on the small of her back, when he noticed the small bloodstains on the back of the jacket. "Camille?"

"Cormac attacked me. He's tied up in the locker room."

"That bloody wanker. I'm going to kill him." Harry grabbed his wand.

"Don't leave me."

He stopped dead. The vulnerability in her voice crushed him. "Okay. What can I do?"

"A wet cloth to clean me up would be nice." She sat on his bed, and stroked Hedwig absent-mindedly. The owl, as though sensing her pain, nestled into her touch, and cooed softly. New tears welled in her eyes, and fell down her cheeks in rivulets.

Harry entered the room with the wet cloth. "Camille, it's okay. Don't cry." He wiped at the blood that had dribbled down her chin. "Cormac isn't worth it. He's a filthy little bleeder."

"It's not the fact that it was Cormac. This isn't the first time I've been assaulted, Harry. My ex-boyfriend from Paris attempted to rape me not long before I left France. I just don't understand. I'm not that pretty. Why does this keep happening?"

Harry got magicked a washcloth. "Cami, how many times have I told you that you're beautiful? I don't know how many times I have to tell you, or how many times I have to force you to look in that mirror. You are easily the most beautiful girl to walk these halls. Now, I hate to ask you, but mind taking off the jacket so I can clean the wounds on your back?"

Camille unzipped the jacket as she turned her back to him. "You're supposed to say that. You're my boyfriend." She wrapped an arm over her breasts, and hissed as the cool cloth wiped away the blood.

"Well, luckily, the scratches are very superficial, but they do bleed a lot." Harry magicked some band-aids and placed them over the scratches. He then took the T-shirt off of his back and placed it over Cam's head. She pulled her arms through the sleeves, and smiled in thanks. "Now, let's get your lip looked at." He turned her to face him, and saw the tears swimming in her eyes. He gently wiped the blood from her lip and chin, and cupped her face. "There's no band-aid for lips, but here's my alternative."

Harry brought his face to hers, and placed the most tender of kisses on her lips. Camille felt a rush of goosebumps shiver down her body. Camille pressed her hands against his stomach. The taught muscles flexed at the contact, and she grinned when she heard Harry's sharp inhale. Harry had half expected her hands to be roughened by Quidditch, but it was the exact opposite. It was if her hands were made of the finest silk. It was if he couldn't help himself, and Harry laid back on the bed and pulled Camille with him, as he intensified their simple kiss into a snog. Camille followed his lead, and balanced her weight over him, as her hair fell in a curly curtain around his head. Her lips left his and kissed their way down his jaw to his neck, Harry's hands roamed over her body. He guided her, as she moved to straddle him. Camille's lips kissed around Harry's Adam's apple, and he groaned, the sound sending shockwaves through Camille. Her hips rolled forward and connected with Harry's. The two looked at each other, and knew exactly what the other wanted.

Harry quickly cast a spell at the door to keep out his suitemates until the deed was done. He rolled them over gently, and regained possession of Camille's lips. She was more than happy to oblige, when he asked for entry to her mouth and their tongues danced. Harry's hands roamed over her body, stopping at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. Camille smiled at him, and Harry lifted the shirt over her head. He took in the sight of her, and then looked into her eyes. Camille slowly let the glamour spell fade, and she pulled him into her for a scorching kiss. Harry's hips moved against hers as their skin touched for the first time. The feeling was so intense, that Camille arched herself off the bed to meet him. The kisses between them became more fervent; they each began to whisper each other's names. Camille grew daring, and yanked at Harry's pants, and he kicked them off, leaving him in his obviously tented boxers. Harry then wasted no time pulling off Camille's track pants. He then kissed down her body, leaving pockets of fire everywhere his lips touched.

"Harry," Camille moaned, unable to help herself.

Harry let a low growl out as a response. Feeling a bit cheeky, he grappled at her panties with his teeth, and pulled them off her legs. Now Camille lay there, completely naked and vulnerable. She quickly sat up, and made quick work of Harry's boxers, giving him an experimental grope on her way down, to which he give gave a guttural moan. He kissed her again, and laid her back on the bed.

"I love you, Camille. Have since the day I saw your scars." His words came out in a panting whisper.

"I love you too, Harry. Since the day you proved to me you weren't just a douche bag."

He laughed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

Sun peeked through the curtains. Camille felt cool air on her back, but also what could only be a very warm arm. She realized that her head was moving up and down slowly to the rhythm of Harry's breathing. Then she realized she was naked. She shot straight up in bed. The sudden movement awakened Harry, and he stirred. Camille looked around horrified, the sheet pulled up to cover her chest. She saw the bodies of Ron, Neville, and Seamus, all asleep on the beds.

"Harry!" she hissed.

"Good morning, love," he whispered back. Harry leaned in for a kiss, but saw the look on Camille's face. "Oh."

"What if they saw me?"

"Love, part of the spell I put on the door last night, makes sure that we never see any part of a girl that we don't need to. The spell wears off once everyone is asleep though."

"Then I best go before they wake up." Camille moved, and winced a little at the soreness she felt.

"It fades," Harry said. "Well, at least that's what I hear anyway."

Camille smiled, and pulled on her boy short undies, and cast a quiet reparo to her bra. She moved her hair as Harry fastened her in, and shivered as he placed a sensual kiss on her shoulder blade. She eased her pant up her legs. Ron shot up in bed, causing Camille to go stiff, mumbled something incoherent, and fell right back down onto his pillow asleep. Camille had to stifle a giggle, and turned into Harry's shoulder. She held the T-shirt in her hands.

"Can I borrow this?"

"Love, you can have it."

Camille smiled, and put on her socks. She picked up her shoes, and leaned in giving Harry a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Love you," she whispered.

"Love you too. See you at breakfast." He kissed her again, and watched as Camille made her quiet escape from his dormitory. He then couldn't help but flop back on his pillow, with the biggest grin on his face. His mind filled with memories of last night; of making love to the girl of his dreams. It used to be Ginny. Now it was Camille and Harry couldn't help but be filled with an overwhelming since of happiness. Or was it post-sex endorphins?

Camille opened the door to her room as quietly as she could but it did no good. She was met with six pairs of anxious eyes. Ginny, Hermione, Kaylee, Lavender, Pavarti, and Romilda were all waiting with bated breath for Camille to walk in the door.

"You have to tell us all about it!" Lavender gushed.

"How big is he?" Romilda wanted to know.

"Camille, I hope you used a contraception charm," Hermione said matter-of-factly. Camille internally gulped. She hadn't even thought about it, and she knew Harry hadn't worn a condom.

"Oh hush, Hermione. We just want to know what being with Harry is like," Pavarti said.

"Well, it's not like Harry has never done it before," Camille said. "He obviously has had to have slept with at least one of you."

"AHA!" Kaylee shouted with glee. "You admit that you slept with Harry!"

Camille blushed and sank onto her bed. "Okay, fine. I slept with Harry." A big smile spread over her face.

"I want every detail," Ginny nearly growled.

"Well, that's private," Camille said in a guarded manner. "But I will tell you that Harry is very sweet and tender, yet very masculine at the same time. And…he's no slouch in the size department either." Camille was gushing.

Harry was having a similar experience in his room, just more masculine.

"Mate," Seamus said, a cheeky grin on his face. "You just bedded the hottest girl in the school. How in the bloody hell?"

"McClaggen attacked her. She felt vulnerable and came to me. One thing led to another, and you the rest of the story."

"Is it true she was a vir-virgin?" Neville asked, blushing. He wanted desperately to fit into the conversation, but in truth it made him uncomfortable.

"I don't kiss and tell, Neville," Harry said, smirking.

"Did you at least remember protection, mate?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head. "It was so emotional, I forgot."

It was nearly two weeks after Harry and Camille had spent the night together, and their relationship had blossomed from there. The pair was nearly inseparable, and on this Monday in mid November, Harry could sense something was off with Camille.

"Cami, are you alright?"

Camille wrinkled her nose as the two of them settled down for breakfast in the Great Hall. "I'm just not feeling that great today. Must have been something from dinner last night."

"We ate the same thing," Kaylee said. "I don't know how you would be sick and I wouldn't be."

"Then maybe I picked up something in the Hospital Wing. Point is, the smell of this food is making me nauseated." Camille snapped.

"You don't have snap just because you don't feel good, Camille," Ron scolded. "Jeez."

"Sorry. I don't know what's come over me this morning. Guess I'm a little cranky." Camille looked down sheepishly.

"It's fine," Kaylee smiled. "I always get cranky near my time of the month."

"Yeah." Camille said, an unsure smile playing on her lips. Truth is, Camille was four days late. And this was no little mix up. Camille was as regular as clockwork, and had been since she was 12 years old. "Excuse me. I'll see you guys in Defense, okay? I'm going to see if Madam Pomfrey can give me anything for this nausea." She got up and quickly left the Hall, and made a beeline straight to the nearest loo. She entered a stall and proceeded to vomit the little bit of pumpkin juice she had managed to swallow. When the wretching subsided, she walked as quickly as possible to the Hospital Wing. But before she could reach her destination, who stopped her but Draco, and Pansy.

"Camille?" Draco said, concern coloring his voice. He dropped Pansy's hand, to which he received an indignant huff. "Are you alright? You look pale."

"Just feeling a little queasy this morning. That's all."

"Oh. Well, feel better."

"Or don't. We don't care," Pansy piped in.

Draco shot a glare at Pansy. "Of course we care. How are you other than that?"

"Fine, Draco. But I'm going to be late for class if I don't get to Madam Pomfrey and the back down to Defense. I'll see you two in Potions, alright?" She pushed past them, and shut her eyes as another wave of nausea swept over her. Finally, she reached the Hospital Wing. "Madam Pomfrey?" she called.

"Camille, dear, how many times have I asked you to call me Poppy? We're more colleagues now."

"Sorry. Poppy, I need you to do me a huge favor."

"Anything dear. Are you alright? You look a little green."

"I'm extremely nauseated, and I think I'm pregnant."

Poppy looked slightly shocked. "Are you certain?"

"Well, that's what I'm here to find out. But I'm four days late. I know it seems a bit premature, but I've never been a day late in my entire life. I can count it down the exact minute, I'm so regular. Can you please perform the spell? And get me an anti-nausea potion? Please?"

"Sure thing, dear." Poppy took out her wand, and muttered a few words softly. A bright, clean light emitted from her wand and scanned Camille's body, and came to rest in her lower abdomen, and glowed brighter for a split second before disappearing.

Camille, overcome by shock, fear, and joy, sank into the chair next to her and hugged her arms around herself. She sat in stunned silence as Poppy went to get the anti-nausea potion, plus all of the pre-natal medications. Lost in her own thoughts, Camille didn't even notice Harry come in.

"Babe, I brought you some toast. I know you said you don't feel good, but you need to eat something."

Camille stared up at him for a moment. "Thank you," she said, breaking from her trance.

"Congratulations, Mr. Potter," Poppy said, upon re-entering the room.

"Congratulations? Congratulations on what?"

Poppy just sat the items on the end table next to Camille and slowly backed out of the room.

"Camille, what's going on?"

"Harry, promise you won't get mad."

"How could I ever be mad at you?"

"I'm pregnant."