When She Cries

A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

By Kassie Wilson

Chapter 14

Abby woke up and stretched then noticed that Harry was no longer near her. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up to find Harry on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. She crawled up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her chin on his shoulder. He rubbed her arm gently and she quietly asked, "How bad?"

"Pretty bad. You sleep like the dead, I was sure I'd have woken you up," he marveled.

"You should have woken me up, Harry," she scolded him.

"You were tired, love, you needed to sleep," he retorted.

"I'll give you that," she sighed. "Well, how are you now?"

"It's still throbbing, but not very bad."

"I brought Advil if you want some."

"That would be wonderful."

Abby got up and got the bottle out of her bag and tossed it to him seeing that a tray with breakfast had appeared on the bed. She smiled as he caught the bottle and got a goblet of orange juice to take the pills with. After they had a romantic breakfast of orange juice, waffles, and strawberries, blueberries, and grapes Harry and Abby were lying together and Harry asked, "How is your ankle?"

"All better. I probably shouldn't push it all that hard for a couple more days but I would love to go for a run. Maybe we should try running the sand in the pitch, though," she said with a smile.

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head saying, "Of course sweetie."

"I brought my workout clothes, did you?" she asked.

"Yep, I came prepared."

Abby had her foot propped up on the bed to lace up her pink, silver, and black tennis shoe when Harry walked up behind her and lightly rubbed his fingertips up and down her half bare back, from the straps of her pink and black sports bra to the top of her pink Soffe shorts. As she finished and stood up straight, she turned around and his hands never left her skin as she wrapped her arms around his neck lifting her lips to his. As she pulled away she licked her lips and smiled saying, "I can't wait for the day that we're married and all of the terrible and unmentionable fantasies I have of you can come true."

Harry groaned and lifted her into his arms as he crawled onto the bed kissing her neck and shoulder as she giggled. He took her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head as he continued to lay soft but urgent kisses on her neck and chest. She could feel the difference. She could feel Harry's gentle kisses on her skin, but in that moment she could feel harsher, meaner, more painful kisses of long ago as well. Why the morning was so different from his playful kisses in more sacred places last night she didn't know but she knew she needed out.

"Stop," she whispered and Harry didn't hear her. "Stop, stop, stop!" she exclaimed increasing in volume as she struggled against his hands.

Harry immediately let her go and rolled off of her. Abby sat up and curled her legs up to her chest as she tried to regulate her breathing which had neared hyperventilation. "Abs? I'm sorry. Abby, I'm so sorry for whatever I did," Harry lamented moving to sit in front of her without touching her. Abby looked up at him with her big, watery, cinnamon eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed.

"Harry, I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm sorry" she cried again, resting her head on her arms.

"Abby, you don't have anything to be sorry for. I got too rough, I made you remember, that was me. I'm so sorry," he told her softly as she felt him moving farther from her.

Abby's head snapped up in horror. She unwrapped herself and crawled to Harry who was sitting with his knees up and his elbows resting on them as he wrung his hands. "Harry no, I knew. I knew it was you but I could still feel him. I'm sorry; I should've just told you to stop." She got up on her knees in front of him and pulled his hands apart, placing them on her hips.

He sighed and looked up at her with his sad emerald eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, baby, I'm fine," she told him intently, putting her hands on either side of his face.

"Ok," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down to hold her against his chest.

"I know you, Harry. I know you won't hurt me," she assured him quietly.

"I'm sorry I took it too far," he whispered against her hair.

"I'm sorry you thought I was scared of you." She looked up into his eyes. "I'll never be afraid of you Harry. I'm afraid of my memories, but you I love, you I need, and you heal the broken parts of my heart, body, and soul. If I need you to back off, back off, but don't let go of me. Don't run away from me."

Searching for any residual fear, alleviating his self of any guilt, Harry stared intently into Abby's eyes, seeing that she truly was ok. "I can do that." He kissed her lightly on the lips and breathed a deep, relieved sigh.

"Come on sweetie, let's go for that run. Did you want to fly today too?" she asked.

"Yeah, if we're going to train we should do it right," he said as their brooms appeared by the door.

Abby smiled and they got up still hand-in-hand walking out with duffle bags over their shoulders and brooms in their hands. They walked out to the pitch and Harry showed Abby where the locker room was and they put their stuff away leaving their brooms in the locker room for the duration of their run. They went out to the pitch and Abby plopped down on the grass to stretch. Harry stood back, observing her with his arms across his chest as she spread her legs and reached out to grab her tennis shoe with one hand, stretching the other arm over her head. Harry gulped nervously and sat down to mirror her position. Next she leaned down with her elbows on the ground and she heard Harry gasp as he copied her pose. She looked down toward her chest where her cleavage was clearly visible and she laughed. Then she stood up and fell backward into a back bend which went smoothly into a back walkover. As she finished the move with her arms in the air she saw Harry's stunned expression.

"I've always liked gymnastics," she explained casually.

"Nice Abby," he said with a chuckle. "Are you ready to run? How's your ankle feeling after stretching?"

"It's fine sweetie. I'm good," she answered him as she flashed him a smile and took off toward the edge of the pitch to start her laps. Once they had finished their two miles of running Harry and Abby walked the pitch hand in hand as a cool down before they got into the air. They walked back to the locker rooms and grabbed their brooms. They snuck a light kiss before kicking off and racing around the pitch for 10 laps. Abby won. As they stepped off their brooms Harry panted heavily, staring at Abby in awe.

"Nobody has ever given me that hard of a run for my money," he huffed.

Abby smiled with her hands on her hips, "Well, I'm not nobody."

Harry stood up straight and grinned. "No, you most certainly are not." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her torso closer to his.

"Ahem."

Harry and Abby separated to find Draco Malfoy on the field with his goons Crabbe and Goyle. Harry wrapped one protecting arm around Abby's bare waist. "What do you want Malfoy?" he sneered.

"I came to practice and found a show," Malfoy answered amusedly.

Harry's hand tightened on Abby's skin so Abby took over. She rolled her eyes and twisted out of Harry's almost too tight grasp. "Get your broom Harry, let's go. I won't be made to feel cheap by this idiot man whore. We were done anyways."

Harry was more stunned than anything as he grabbed his broom and let Abby lead him off the field. Draco's pale, ferrety face grew red with anger as they walked to the locker rooms. Before the "male/female" split, Harry squeezed Abby's hand and she turned to look at him. Before she could register the awed expression on his face, Harry was kissing her. They were light and short kisses, but urgent and powerful. "You…were…so…hot…" he whispered between kisses.

Abby giggled and pushed him away gently with her hands to his face. "I love you and I didn't want you getting detention for fighting over me. It's enough to me that I know you would. Now, go shower. You smell a little gross."

He groaned but flashed a big cheesy grin as he slipped into the men's locker room and she turned into the women's. As Abby let the hot water run over her she began to cry realizing the true fear that had make her take over with Malfoy. She pulled herself together and finished her shower. She got dressed in jean shorts and a black Maelstrom's t-shirt. She dried her hair and slipped on her purple Converse before packing the rest of her things up in her duffel bag and heading out to find Harry waiting by the wall. She could see in his eyes that he had come back from angry and awestruck to his normal sweet self. He shoved off the wall and slid his fingers through hers as they walked.

"You okay Abs?" he asked as they emerged out onto the grounds.

"Same demon, new head," she said softly, watching her feet pad across the grass.

Harry stopped suddenly letting Abby's hand slip out of his. She turned around to see a look of fear in his eyes. "What did I do?" he whispered almost to himself. Abby cast down her eyes and heard a gasp of realization. He came forward and lightly took both her hands in his putting his forehead to hers. "I'm sorry. I have to learn to control my emotions around him. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No Harry, I'm fine; it just scared me a little. There's nothing to be sorry for," she assured him, moving closer and hugging him tightly.

He returned her embrace and laid a light kiss on her neck. "You're sure you're okay?" he asked as he gently rested his hand where he had squeezed her too tightly.

"I'm positive. Come on, let's go take our stuff upstairs and get some lunch then we can hang out by the lake this afternoon," she told him as she moved her face to see him.

He sighed and said, "That sounds perfect."

That night Abby went to bed early saying she wanted to get an early start on training the next day. She, Harry, and Zac would be working on her elemental magic and she needed a good night's sleep for a full day of practice. After seeing her off up to her dorm Harry went to talk to Professor McGonnagal. As he walked into her office she was just finishing a letter and told him to have a seat. She sealed and tied the letter to her owl and away it went.

"What can I do for you Mr. Potter?" she asked.

"Well, I was wondering what house or Hogwarts' policy was on Co-captains for Quidditch," he began.

"And why might you be wondering that?" she inquired.

"Well, Abby was captain at her old school and I don't feel like she should lose that just because she had to move. So we would co-captain and if we needed a stand in then the other could lead practice. I haven't told her what I've been thinking about yet, so I don't know what she would say. I just want to know if I have the authority to offer her the position."

"You are the captain Mr. Potter. How you choose to run your team is none of my business short of hurting students intentionally," she informed him.

"Alright then, would you like to inform her, or should I? And can we get her Captain insignia on her uniform, please."

"Of course, and I can officially inform her telling her that I was informed of her previous status and thought it might be nice. You can tell her the truth later," she told him with a mischievous glint in her eye.