A/N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry for not updating! I know it's been ages, which is why this chapter is a bit longer. I probably won't be able to update very soon, but I will try. Either case, I will say this now, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY! :D I hope you have a wonderful holiday and get everything you wanted xx
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, own Twilight or Harry Potter, but I want to :]
Bella POV
My head snapped up to the speaker. Who I saw caused me to jump straight to my feet, pulling a stunned Harry along with me. We both stood there, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, keeping our gazes glued to the floor.
"Well?" my ever-so-dear cousin, Draco, asked aggressively.
Harry and I glanced at each other, before I pulled up the courage to face the raging Slytherin. "What does it matter to you?"
He scoffed and stared at me straight in the eyes. His gaze seemed to soften slightly. "You're my family, Bella. I only want what's best for you." He spoke to me directly, as if Harry wasn't even there.
I kept my facial expression the same. "I know that, Draco. But really, if to say, I started to date Harry, than don't you think that it would be best for me?"
His face showed revolution, whereas Harry turned a lovely shade of pink.
"No, it would not," Draco spat. "Just associating with Potter is like a death sentence. Look at everyone who's died: It's all because of him." He jerked his head towards Harry. "Not to mention that 'you and him', would be absolutely disgusting."
Harry had now turned the colour of a tomato, but this time, it was because of anger.
"Well, maybe it would be to you," he replied harshly. "But personally, that sounds like one of the most appealing ideas that I've everheard."
Draco simply scoffed, turning away as if dismissing the thought. But me on-the-other-hand; myeyes literally bugged out of my head. I twisted round to look at him, disbelievingly. "It does?"
Harry's confidence must have doubled ten-fold and stayed there, because he merely nodded once. And then, looking right into my deep brown eyes, he moved in closer. Before I could even blink, he was right there in front of me, his lips connected to mine.
The kiss felt so good, and for once, I let myself get lost into the blissfulness of Harry. I let myself forget all about Draco, who was now probably fuming, beside us. I let myself forget about McGonagall, who I had seen walking down the corridor just before Harry was in front of me. I let my brain go dead and gave into the Earth-shattering kiss; my mouth responding to his instantly.
This is what I wanted; I wanted to be with Harry. I wanted to love him completely with all of my heart. And at that moment, the hole that was still left in my chest seemed to fill up. Every nook and cranny of the gap was instead now all completed with Harry. He even took over the rest of me so that I was practically soaking in his richness. This is what my future had in store for me, and I wasn't scared at all. In fact, I was excited about it.
And then, my heart went into over-drive as Harry deepened the kiss. His hands were clutching to my waist as mine were in his hair, doing the exact same thing. We were pulling each other as near as possible, although it seemed impossible to do so. Yet we kept crushing ourselves together because we needed each other. It was like we were soul mates, emerging at the heart. And hopefully, we would always be together.
There were fireworks going off in my head, I was sure of it. Either that or I was just becoming a hopeless romantic and really cliché… Oh well.
And then, just like that, the kiss was over and Harry was staring deeply into my eyes. There was a certain gleam in his that I couldn't quite figure out; it sort of lit up his beautiful face even more. Whatever it was, I loved it and kissed him again. Though this one was just a sweet, gentle kiss and didn't last as long.
One of the reasons for this being that my head had started to work again, and I had just realised that we had been snogging in front of my cousin and our Head of House.
Great.
I tried to pull away from Harry (though it was quite hard work), but he just wound an arm around my waist, gluing me to him. Not that I was complaining. Then he simply looked into my eyes again, with a bit of a stern edge. I knew with that glance he was telling me that he would never let me go. Not just now, but ever. And I didn't mind at all.
I shook my head slightly, coming out of my thoughts. Then I turned to face a once-again raging Slytherin and a shocked Transfigurations professor. Harry and I just stood there, quite calmly actually – although I felt nervous right down to my core at what they both would say. McGonagall opened her mouth to speak and I clutched Harry closer to me. He tightened his grip in response.
"I have never…" the gobsmacked teacher began. She shook her head violently and then looked at the two of us sharply. "What in the name of Merlin do you think you were doing?"
Draco's face, although still angry, acquired a smug look. "That is precisely what –" he started to say, only to be cut off by McGonagall putting her hand up.
"Not now, Mr. Malfoy," she said. She turned her burning gaze back to us. "You two know the rules; no public display of affection. I will not tolerate any of the kind. Now," she puffed out, her voice changing into a more motherly tone, "as it is only the start of term, I will not punish you, but be warned. I can always take away House Points if I feel the need to. Now, it is getting late so back to your dorms – all of you."
With that said she turned on her heel and stalked off down the corridor, presumably to her office. Once she had left Draco turned back to us, glaring at Harry.
"You," he spat, "you better watch it, Potter. Isabella may not hate you, but I certainly do. And I have friends in very high places, so don't even think about hurting her." After staring at Harry with hate-filled eyes for a few more moments, Draco gave me a stern glance and then he, too, stalked away. After making sure he was gone, I twisted round in Harry's arms so that I was facing him.
"So, Mr. Potter," I said casually, "you like me, huh?" I watched in delight as Harry turned a delicate shade of pink. I leant forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry," I whispered playfully, "I think I like you too."
He looked down at me, and suddenly, I knew what that gleam had been: Love. He loved me. And I loved him. Wow, I am getting so sappy. Well, I guess that's what happens when you find your other half. Being in such a happy mood, I kissed Harry on the lips once again, this time slow and sweet.
Pulling away, I let go of my hold over Harry and grabbed his hand. "Come on, we better be getting back to our dorms," I suggested, already dragging him along.
Once inside the Gryffindor Common Room, I left Harry to go upstairs and change. I waved hello to Ron and Hermione on my way, and then shot up the stairwell. Going through my trunk, I picked some comfortable jeans, a black tank top, and a warm, red jumper. When I was changed I walked back down to where Hermione, Ron and Harry were talking on the couch. As I was behind them, they didn't see me, so I decided to listen in.
"Harry, you've got to report this," Hermione was saying. "It's perfectly simple, you're being –"
"No," Harry interrupted, "it's not. Hermione, whatever this is, it's not simply. You don't understand." He started to pack up his books that had been on the table. Ron and Hermione watched him silently, but I could see the concern in their eyes from here.
"Then help us to," said Hermione.
Without answering, Harry got up and walked in the other direction to where I was standing. After debating whether or not to go after him, I decided to just let him cool off. I went and sat down in the spot he had just vacated, Hermione and Ron looking up at my arrival.
Once I had sat down, I noticed that Hermione's gaze was on my left hand. Pushing the sleeve up more, I held out my arm. "I really want to murder her," I commented.
Ron gulped, while Hermione gently took hold of my hand. She examined it for a minute before looking up at me. "Bella, you have to tell a teacher, preferably Dumbledore or McGonagall. Harry isn't going to, but you have to." She was more or less pleading with me, but I yanked my arm away from her grasp.
"No, Hermione. I can't. If Harry doesn't want anyone to find out, then I am not going to run and tell everybody." She looked down but I could see the tears in her eyes. I made my tone gentler and put an arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry, Mione, it's fine. We're fine. When Umbridge goes seriously over the top, then I will tell someone. And I will cast her into next week."
Hermione smiled a little and leaned into my arm. I squeezed and held her for a few minutes and then let go. "Right," I said, "I'm tired, so I'm going to bed. You coming?" I asked her. She nodded and we both stood up. After saying goodnight to Ron, we left him to his own dwellings and went upstairs. Instead of going straight to sleep we stayed up for a while, just talking like we used to. And when my head eventually hit the pillow, my eyes were tired and I felt so much better.
A/N: Well, what did you think? Review and let me know. I almost ended the chappy after the 'we would always be together' line 'cause it would make a good finish, but I decided to keep going for your sakes ;]
Again, I apologise for being so long, and also for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I don't have a beta so I suspect I have loads. But, I have now gone back and edited as many as possible out. Well, anyways, REVIEW! :]
