WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE-
(Song belongs to the great Joss Wheadon bows down to his greatness Harry belongs to JK, and Mal is my child with Snape...but don't tell Hermione ;)
The Curtains close on a kiss
God knows we can tell the end is near
Tell me, where do we go from here?
The kiss had been perfect, wonderful, everything a first kiss should be and yet… "Is something wrong?" Harry asked. He had a shy grin on his face, "Maybe I shouldn't have just kissed you like that but…" "It's not that." She said.
She looked at him. "Harry, we can't do this, don't you see? If we do… who knows what will happen, we could end up destroying the future, we could ruin everything."
"Or not." Harry said. He looked her directly in the eye. "Didn't you come back to change the past?" He asked, "What if this is what was meant to happen, what if this is how it's supposed to be?"
She didn't answer for a long time; she couldn't; not without telling him everything, things that he couldn't know."
"Harry, that's impossible." she said. "Why?" He asked a bit angrily, "Why else would we feel this way if it's not supposed to be?" Once again, she couldn't answer, there was only silence between them.
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Unfortunately, while they were busy contemplating the recent events in silence, the rest of the school seemed to be delving into the boy--who--lived's personal life like one would delve into a tabloid.
Apparently, a first year Gryffindor had seen Harry and Malandra kissing on the pitch. She had, naturally, told her older sister, who had told her friends, who told their friends, who happened to be overheard by Hermione Granger. Who was currently restraining Ron Weasley from murdering his best friend.
"Ron," She said calmly, "You can't even be certain that they are telling the truth, you of all people know how fast rumours spread, Harry was probably just hugging Malandra and it got blown way out of proportion." Ron scowled. "I doubt it, I've seen the two of them, they are always around each other and Malandra is always following him like some soft of puppy!" Hermione glared at Ron. "Ronald Weasley, how dare you say something like that? Weren't you just saying the other day how much you enjoyed having Malandra around because, unlike me, she allowed you to cheat off her assignments, and she told off Snape, and she plays Quidditch!" Hermione took a deep breath before continuing. "Ron, I know Ginny is your little sister, but Malandra is our friend, this is between Harry, Malandra, and Ginny, and until we know the whole story, we can't just go around judging her!"
Ron didn't appear to be listening, "That's my little sister's heart that he's playing with, just because he is some big shot hero that doesn't mean that he can just go around and play one girl and then another. And who does Malandra think she is anyway? I mean she just comes here out of nowhere and Harry ditches MY sister for her just like that! Maybe she's part veela?" Ron said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "She's not part veela Ronald, if she were you would be just as infatuated with her as --you think-- Harry is. Which, as I said before, we don't know the whole story, so please try to keep your temper in check, at least until we know the FULL story.
Ron looked as though he was considering the idea; until he saw Harry and Malandra enter the common room together………
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For the first three seconds when he first heard Draco telling his housemates that Potter and the headmaster's niece had been caught snogging on the Quidditch pitch he thought nothing of it. He was sure that the headmaster would be perfectly thrilled in everyway that his niece and perfect Potter were together. They can have precious little Gryffindor babies with humongous egos. He sneered at the thought of having another generation of Potter's to contend with.
That was occupied his thoughts for the first second. THe second was occupied with the fact that the headmaster didn't have a niece. The third secend was the worst. That was when Severus Snape remembered that it was his daughter that was pretending to be the headmaster's niece, his daughter who had been on the Quidditch pitch with Potter earlier, and his daughter that had been caught snogging Potter. Severus Snape was a death-eater/ spy he had never been squeamish, never been the type to become easily sick, and yet, he found that he had not felt this ill at his stomach since Lily Evans first began to date James Potter.
Severus shook his head. It had to be a mix up, it could not be true, no child of his would have the utter stupidity to fall for the child of James Potter. He's Lily's child too. The nagging voice in his head reminded him. He quickly brushed the thought away. The whole thing with Harry and Malandra had to be some sick joke, there was no way his daughter and James Potter's son… it was impossible! Surly fate would not be as cruel to him as that?
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Harry had spent the last several minutes staring at Malandra. Finally, he could not take it anymore. "What are we going to do?" He asked. "I don't know." She said with a chock in her voice. She turned her head to face him, and he could see--for the first time-- the teardrops one her face. He reached to brush it off her cheek but she pulled back.
"Harry," She whispered, "We can't do this, what if we absolutely destroy the future. I came back here to save the world, make it better. If it turns out something I did makes things worse… I don't know if I could live with myself."
He tried to make light of the situation. "Hey, the only thing we have to worry about it your father killing me if he finds out about this." She had to laugh, he was, after all, right, Snape would kill him if he knew he and mal had been snogging earlier.
The she sobered up. Her father was not the only one they had to worry about. There was still her mother. Her mother who was not even aware that she was her daughter…yet. Her mother who had been a close friend to her while she was here. Her mother who was Harry's best friend.
She tried a different tactic. 'What about your friends, Harry? Ron is Ginny's brother, after all, and he will absolutely hate you if you go out with me and--"
"Ginny broke up with me.' he said stubbornly. "Ron can't fault me for that, and Hermione already loves you, she'd be thrilled if the two of us went out together."
Malandra tried to come up with another reason, but she couldn't. For once, all of her cleverness had failed her. Harry could see he had her trapped. "See, you can't come up with one singe reason why you should go out with me."
"My father…" She said weakly, but it was no use. Harry had won, and against her better judgement, she was now the girlfriend of the boy who lived.
Malandra sighed as Harry bent down to kiss her. Ah well, she thought, at least if the world is destroyed, I'll die happy.