When She Cries

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

By Kassie Wilson

Chapter 13

That night after dinner Abby and Harry were trailing behind the group, lazily meandering hand-in-hand. "Did you still want to go flying tonight?" she asked him.

"Absolutely, are you sure you're up for it?" he asked.

"I'm good as long as we don't push too hard."

"Nice and easy is fine with me."

Abby got up to her dorm and changed into her Nike's, dark blue roll over U of M yoga pants, and long sleeved U of M shirt. She grabbed her custom fitted purple Firebolt 1000 and met Harry waiting in the common room. "Wow, that broom is awesome!" he exclaimed.

Abby grinned, "Yours isn't too shabby either."

They headed out to the grounds and pushed off gently, slowly flying toward the Quidditch pitch. They flew close together and Abby took deep breaths as the night air rushed past her. They flew around the pitch a few times before heading back and landing in front of the stairs to head in for the night.

The next day, after Double Potions, they were free for the weekend having acquired no new homework in celebration of the first weekend of the new school year except an assignment to look up one potion that they wanted to make over the course of the year. They all thought it a little odd that Snape would allow them to choose anything, but didn't much care at that point.

As they walked up to Gryffindor tower to put away their things Abby told Harry she would meet him upstairs and pulled Zac to a stop.

"What's up Abs?" he asked, confused.

She smiled and asked, "How are you feeling, dear?"

"I'm okay, my back is probably going to be in a constant state of dull pain for the next eleven days but other than that I'm physically pretty good," he commented. "Why?"

Abby's smile widened mischievously. "Do you want to go flying?"

"You have no idea how awesome that sounds." He grinned and put out his arm through which she slipped hers as they walked companionably the rest of the way to the tower.

Abby changed into shorts, a beater, and her Maelstrom's hoodie, grabbed her broom and pulled on her Nikes. She hobbled down the stairs and Zac was waiting in the common room with his first edition custom fitted silver Firebolt and snuck up behind her grabbing her around the waist and tickling her ribs. She giggled uncontrollably and then she finally yelled, "I give! I give!"

He released her and she turned around grinning. "God it's good to have you back."

"Don't I know it! I'll be right back, kay?"

"Cool," he answered with a nod.

Abby hobbled up to the guys' dorm leaving her broom leaning against the wall outside Harry's room and walked in to find him sitting on the side of his bed in white cargo shorts and a navy tee shirt. "Hey you," he said with a distinct hint of sadness to his voice.

"Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" she asked, walking to stand in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"We were supposed to train this weekend," he said quietly as he caressed her arm lightly with his fingertips.

"We are training tomorrow and we're spending the evening alone in the room of requirement, and we flew last night sweetie, but Zac and I need this, just him and I. It's only an hour. Alright?" she explained.

"Ok, see you at dinner?" he asked.

"Of course," she said with a smile as she dipped her head to press her lips to his. She moved one hand to hold his face and gently pressed her tongue to his bottom lip. He responded immediately by meeting her tongue with his own and dropping his hands to her hips, pulling her closer. At this she pulled away and kissed his forehead. "Only a taste of what's to come tonight. I'll see you later, love." As she walked out the door he groaned and fell back onto his bed.

Zac was waiting for her outside Harry's room, so Abby grabbed her broom and they headed out to the pitch, Zac with one arm thrown lazily over Abby's shoulders and Abby with an arm around Zac's waist. As they walked Abby saw Parvati and Padma Patil whispering to each other and casting angry glances in her and Zac's direction but thought little of it simply rolling her eyes. When they reached the pitch she pulled off her hoodie and left it by a tower and pulled out her hair tie to redo her bun. They mounted their brooms together and kicked off and then they were flying. The wind rushed past their faces and Abby laughed in ecstasy. Flying was the best feeling in the world second only to kissing Harry. She looked over and Zac's smile warmed her from the inside out. They lapped the pitch twice and slowed to a stop in the air in front of the goal rings.

"This is my favorite thing in the world!" Zac shouted.

Abby smiled and then shouted, "Race ya!"

He winked and they shot down the pitch. A few minutes later Abby was pulling ahead of Zac to win at the opposite end of the pitch. Once they were hovering to cool down Abby pointed down to the ground and Zac nodded in agreement that they should land. Once they reached the ground they both fell on their backs next to each other laughing. Zac grabbed Abby's hand and held it to his chest as their breathing regulated. Abby smiled at him and squeezed his hand and said, "We should probably head in for dinner honey."

"Yeah, I'm starving," he said dramatically.

"Okay, okay, come on big guy," she said as she stood and held out her good hand to him and helped him up.

"Thanks Abs, I needed that," he said as they grabbed their things.

"I know," she grinned.

At dinner Abby slid into the seat next to Harry at the Gryffindor table and Zac was on the other side. Harry kissed Abby and asked, "How was it?"

"Wonderful," she said with a grin.

"So, do you play Quidditch, Zac? I know Abs is Chaser." Harry asked.

"I rock it out as keeper," he said confidently.

"Well, you should try out, I'm captain of the Gryffindor team and tryouts are next Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday."

"Good to know," Abby said narrowing her eyes at him.

"Sorry, just scheduled them today," he said reproachfully.

"It's okay."

"And just so you know, I'm kind of demanding as a captain. Fair, but intense, and I don't make exceptions unless you're hurt," he said slipping an arm around her waist.

Abby stuck her tongue out at him and said, "Fine, but if I'm in pain you'll be the one to suffer the consequences." She smiled and batted her eye lashes.

"Like you wouldn't act the same way as captain," Harry accused.

"True, true," she told him with a smile.

"Yeah, it is. That's exactly how you were Abigail!" Zac chastised her.

"What do you mean? You were captain in America, Abby? Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"Yeah, Abs, why didn't you tell him? You were so proud and our team did better than ever with you as captain," Zac said confused.

"Never came up," she said looking away and playing with her fork.

"Bollocks Abby. It did come up, Quidditch comes up all the time," Harry said firmly.

"Okay, look, I didn't want to make you feel bad; like I was missing out on something because I couldn't be captain since you already were. You're going to be an awesome captain Harry and I didn't want you feeling like you were taking something away from me," she explained.

Harry shook his head and pulled her close. "Your brain sometimes," he said exasperated, "It baffles and dazzles me all at the same time."

"Sorry I didn't tell you," she said softly.

"Don't ever be afraid to tell me anything sweetie, I can take it, I promise," he told her with a kiss.

Zac, watching the cozy exchange between the couple, silently ground his teeth. How could I be so dense? They're in love. I knew that. I just want my best friend back. I should have implied dibs, my parents just died, Zac fumed in his thoughts.

After dinner the whole group went up to the common room. "I'll be down in a little bit, sweetie, and then we can go," Abby told Harry.

"Okay, I'll be waiting," he replied with a smile.

Abby squeezed his hand and headed up to her dorm. She grabbed a towel, her light blue jeans, her light blue baby-doll top with navy flowers on it and a navy camisole, and her hair and make-up bag. She took a quick shower, dressed, dried her hair, pinned back her hair with two light blue flowered bobby pins, applied light but shimmery make-up, and took her things back to her dorm. She slipped on her navy flip-flops, grabbed her bag with her pajamas and workout clothes in it and headed downstairs. Harry was sitting on the long couch staring into the fire, not listening to the conversations going on around him. She quietly crept up behind him and slid her arms around his neck. His hands reached up for hers and she whispered, "Come with me." She waved and said, "See you tomorrow," to Zac who ignored her entirely. She thought it was weird but reasoned that he must not have heard or seen her.

Harry chuckled lightly and she kept hold of one of his hands as he stood, grabbed his bag and followed her out of the portrait hole. "You look amazing baby," he said as they walked.

She blushed and mumbled thanks. As they turned the corner to where the room of requirement was Harry let go of Abby's hand to make the room but Abby pulled his arm and said, "Allow me." She handed him her bag and walked back and forth three times and the door appeared. She grabbed Harry's arm and told him, "Close your eyes." He smiled and did as he was told. Abby led him through the door and whispered, "Open."

When he did he gasped. The room was hers in London but the lights were dim, there were lilac and vanilla candles all over, and piano music played lightly in the background. She looked to him to gauge his reaction and he had a mischievous light in his eyes. He had set the bags down and whipped her up into his arms with ease and she bellowed with laughter as he launched them onto the bed together. The bed swung slightly with their weight and Abby ended up underneath Harry as he perched above her. He grinned and dove for her lips with his covering her lips, neck, and cheeks with kisses as she giggled. Finally his kisses slowed on her lips and he pulled away smiling. She smiled and cupped his face in her hand.

"You're amazing, you know that?" she whispered.

"No, you are," he said softly as he lowered himself down onto his side next to her. His arm rested over her stomach and she laid hers on top of it. "You are incredible Abby. You keep me sane and happy. Your very presence calms me in a way that I can hardly describe. I've been anxious and scared and waiting for the other shoe to drop for years, and it always does. But when I'm with you my very core knows that everything that is right and good in my world is all wrapped up in you."

Abby's eyes welled with tears as she shook her head. "That may be true Harry, but that's been my life, too, sweetheart. I've been jumping from disaster to disaster for years but now, after constantly being thrown into spirals, I'm right side up again. There is still a storm coming, but I know that I can handle it because I'll be holding your hand, and knowing that you love me. We're gonna make it. Together we will survive."

Harry lowered his head to rest his forehead against hers and kissed her gently. Abby caressed Harry's arm with her fingertips lightly and rolled into his firm embrace. He held her tightly and pressed his soft lips to her neck and shoulder. Abby tilted her head allowing him unlimited access. Harry hooked a finger beneath her sleeve, spaghetti strap, and bra strap pulling them down her shoulder as he continued to blanket her skin in soft but firm kisses. Abby hooked a leg around his hip and pulled herself flush against his body. Harry lifted the light blue fabric and pulled it up over her head. As he went to dive for her neck again, Abby put her lips in the way to catch his. She pushed his body so that she was straddling him and his hands began to push up the flimsy fabric of her tank-top as they kissed. Abby reached down pulling up Harry's tee-shirt and with his help it was on the ground in no time. Harry took back over rolling on top of Abby.

She pushed him away gently and softly said, "I'm gonna change. I'll be right back." He nodded as a divider appeared by the bed. She kissed him and crawled off the bed. She picked up her bag and disappeared behind the separator where she changed into a sky blue tank top and white basketball shorts. She pulled out her bobby pins and wound her hair up into a loose bun.

The divider disappeared and Harry was lying on the bed in just a pair of white basketball shorts with a noticeable tent in them. Abby chuckled as she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself straddling his legs and laid against his bare chest. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and she saw the hunger in his eyes. "Don't hesitate to let me know if I do something that hurts you, okay? We'll stop right away." Abby nodded.

Harry lowered his lips to Abby's neck and she gasped. He locked his fingers together behind her and lightly caressed the skin of the small of her back with the tips of his thumbs. Abby moved her hands up Harry's arms, over his shoulders, and down his chest, taking in the smooth, hard planes of his torso. As she did Harry closed his eyes and sighed quietly. Abby leaned in pressing her lips to his chest and shoulders. She trailed kisses up to his neck until her lips were at his ear. "I love you," she whispered.

He took her face in both his hands and held it in place before his kissing both of her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and then her lips. "And I love you." He reached up and gently pulled the hair-tie from her hair letting it fall down around her shoulders. He lightly ran his fingertips up and down her upper arms. She leaned in meeting his lips immediately gaining entrance into his mouth with her tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and immersed her fingers in his unkempt hair, pressing herself lower against him. Abby could tell that Harry was holding back in fear of hurting her or triggering a memory. She pulled away from him and kissed him along his jaw until her lips were at his ear.

"Stop worrying. Don't be scared. I'll be very vocal if you do anything I'm not comfortable with. Let go and let yourself love me," she whispered before her lips reattached themselves to his collar bone as she began to gently rock her hips against his. "Abby," he moaned. She felt herself moisten and pressed a little further until Harry trembled violently beneath her then sighed and she felt his wetness meet hers. She smiled softly as she stilled and kissed him.

"Thank you for letting me take the lead," she whispered in his ear.

He sighed heavily and rubbed her arms as he turned to look into her eyes saying, "I love you Abby, and however far or fast or slow you want or need to go is what we'll do. Okay?"

She nodded with a smile and pressed her lips to his. They kissed, they tickled, and they played. They touched and wrestled and laughed. They may even have lost some clothing but Abby was very clear when she needed to stop and Harry complied without word or noise of annoyance or frustration.

"Can we just lie together and talk now, before you drive me absolutely mad?" he asked, running his fingers through her soft tresses and down her almost bare back.

Abby nodded against his shoulder and lightly began tracing his chest with her fingers. Harry embraced her tightly and intertwined his fingers through hers, playing lightly with her thumb. "Are you scared?" she murmured against his chest.

"Every day," he breathed. "He's always literally in the back of my mind and I'm so scared of when he will find me; when I'll have to fight him; when we'll have to fight him," he told her, resting his head on top of hers.

"Do you think you're ready?" she asked.

"I don't think I'll be ready until I'm facing him down and I have to be ready." Abby could hear the waver in his voice.

"I know what you mean," she sighed.

"I know you're scared, Abs. Scared of not training fast enough, not knowing enough when we need you," he said softly, moving his hand to lightly massage her scalp.

"And not being able to hold out long enough to do what I need to. I know Lydia said I'm doing better than most would but I'm just not very strong," she worried, frustrated.

"Abby stop doing that to yourself. You are strong, and getting stronger. But if you're really concerned we could add a training session once a week. Just you and me, or you, me, and Zac. Whatever you need Abs," Harry comforted her.

"I think that could really help. Thank you," she whispered, laying a few soft kisses on his chest.

"Like I said, whatever you need, you're it Abby. Before you I didn't think I was strong enough, but when I look in your eyes I find all the strength I need."

They spent the rest of the night talking and kissing until they finally fell asleep, Abby curled up in a ball with her back against Harry's chest and his arm around her waist.