"You two are so gross!" Ron spat, slamming his goblet down onto the table one dinner time. Harry grinned and Vivian peeled themselves apart, moving to their own spaces on the bench. Vivian wound her leg from around Harry's waist reluctantly, winking at Hermione. They both giggled.
"Get a room!" Hermione teased, eyes not leaving the book in front of her. She lifted food to her mouth in between paragraphs, slowly prodding her jaw until she found her mouth. The other three were watching her with amused expressions on their faces.
"Harry, have you seen my jumper?" I asked, looking underneath the bench. Harry frowned.
"Oh, I think it is on my bed. I'll go and look." Harry kissed her on the top of her head before sprinting out of the hall. Vivian relaxed into her seat, sighing contentedly.
"Vivian?"
She turned around to find herself looking at the bottom of Carlo's jumper. Blushing profusely she got up and shook his hand. He raised it to his lips, but did not kiss it like before. Instead he breathed on it gently, a mark that would linger for longer.
"Carlo, I have a boyfriend. You know that." Vivian whispered. "Harry will be back soon."
"We must walk." Carlo's voice was thick and smooth and so convincing. Vivian let him pull her arm and tuck her hand into the crook at his elbow, where it was warm and safe. They strolled into the grounds, listening to the birds and each others' breathing.
"What do you want, Carlo? Not meaning to be rude, but I have lessons in fifteen minutes."
"I wish to…speak with you. Please sit."
They sat down on a grassy tussock. Vivian tucked her skirt beneath her legs and looked up at him expectantly.
"We have not spoken or seen each other since I joined Gryffindor. I know this pains you as much as it does me. I think of you every minute of the day, my pretty Vivian. I want to be with you. Harry is not a problem. He is merely a pastime of yours that can easily be discarded."
Vivian opened her mouth to let out the torrent of anger that flowed through her. But as she did he pressed his lips to hers roughly, with nothing of Harry's carefulness or Carlo's usual gentleness when he kissed her hands. His hands were pressing on the back of her head, holding her in a lock she could not escape. She began to protest, but then flashbacks of her conversations with Harry came back to her.
Vivian stood up. And then she caught sight of him. Harry. Staring at her and the look in his eyes was that of pure hatred. And this time, when the tears came, she let them fall down her cheeks, splashing onto her robes and the desk in front of her. She cried because of him.
"Stop it!" she cried into his mouth, pulling away with all her might. He frowned.
"You did not like?"
"No I bloody well did not. I have a boy- Oh My God! Harry, come back!"
Harry was sprinting across the grounds, back towards the school. Vivian leapt up from the ground and began to chase him, her long red hair streaming out like a streak of fire, her skirt flying up around her waist. A lot of boys wolf-whistled, but she ignored them. Her eyes were fixed on one boy and one boy only. Ironic how he was the one running away from her.
"Harry, we need to talk."
They were all sprawled in the armchairs in Gryffindor common room when Vivian arrived, panting and red faced. Hermione and Ron exchanged uncertain glances.
"Ron, we left something in the library." When Ron frowned at her, she sighed. "Come on!"
"Thanks guys." Vivian mumbled, waiting until they had gone till she went over to Harry.
"Let me explain!" she cried before he could even open his mouth. "Carlo wanted to talk, so we did and then he kissed me. He had me in a headlock and I couldn't move any part of my body. It was some kind of spell. He put me under a spell!"
The words tumbled out like a torrent of water.
"I know what the spell was." Harry said slowly, finally looking at her properly. "It's called desire. It's what I get when I see you, when our lips meet or just whenever we tough. I guess I'll never feel that again. Go and be with Carlo. It's over."
He marched out of the common room, his hands clenched into fists and his shoulders shaking. Vivian crumpled into the chair as great sobs racked her whole body. That seemingly perfect relationship had only lasted a couple of weeks. She curled into a ball and cried for hours, until Hermione found her and wrapped her arms around her. Hermione didn't tell Vivian that Harry was currently crying as well. She merely rocked her to sleep and then moved her with a levitating spell to her bed, where she slept all through the next day.