Harry ran to the game room and found Ares on the couch, his head in his hands. He walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. Ares looked up in a flash, then looked back down.
"What'd you do?" asked Harry, trying his best to stay calm. Ares looked at him. His face was uncomfortable. He sighed.
"I don't think that it would be smart, discussing that with you. Because of your relationship with her." he said, looking at Krys' belt on the floor. Harry looked at him, with a raised eyebrow.
"I have common, to advanced personal intelligence. I think that- Krys crying, with her shirt on inside out, bruised lips, disheveled hair, and a discarded belt on the floor in the room that you're in; is enough evidence for me to safely assume what happened without the powers. I just thought that it'd be good bonding for you to tell me- and us to fix what we've done. So- I'll ask this again, and forget about the previous rant. What'd you do?" asked Harry. Ares sighed.
"What we've done?" asked Ares. Harry looked down.
"After you." he said. Ares groaned.
"We were in here- and we were about to- and I… and I pulled back. Not with everyone here. Not after she was crying." he mumbled. Harry groaned.
"You rejected her?"
"I wanted to do it. Oh God, I wanted to do it. I still want to do it. I just don't want to remember my first time, being because Krys wanted a distraction. I want her to want to be with me. And- I didn't want it to be in the game room. Everyone's here. I want it to be me and her, no fears of being caught by anyone." explained Ares. "Cant she read minds?" he added as an after thought. Harry nodded.
"She's probably too depressed, though. Unless you find some way to apologize to her, we're all screwed." said Harry.
"Why?"
"Because- Ginny's mad at me, also."
"What'd you do?"
"The same thing as you. I didn't want the first time to be while everyone was here. Or on a whim. I wanted it to be worth something. Plus- it'd have been really disrespectful, doing it in someone else's house."
"For the same reasons." said Ares, nodding.
"More or less." said Harry. Ares started to bang his head on the arm of the leather couch.
"Why, why, why? I could be having-"
"Sex with my sister? I think not. I could be-" started Harry. Ares interrupted.
"having sex with your best friends little sister? I hope not." retorted Ares, with a smirk. Harry laughed.
"Touché." said Harry.
"I didn't want to take advantage of her, and in doing that, I ended up hurting her feelings. She's the girl for me. She's the girl that I want to marry. I want weird little twin girls and a boy, that are exactly like her. I want them to have her temper, her genius, charm, wit, hair, eyes, everything. Excuse me, I don't want to remember my first time on a couch. I'm sorry." he said, sarcastically. Harry laughed. "I want to spend forever with her. Doesn't she know that?"
"No. That's why we're screwed." said Harry. Ares scowled at him, then his looked turned to question. "Us calming down, depends on Hermione. I'm not happy and neither is Padfoot. The weather shows that."
"So, you're saying that, I need to talk to her, before she starts a flood?" asked Ares. Harry shook his head. "Then, what are you saying?"
"That you need to talk to her, before she causes a hurricane or a tornado. Because once it sinks in, she'll be more mad than hurt. It'll probably end up as a natural disaster."
"Lets go and talk to them." said Ares, getting up. "I'm sure Krys will let you in."
"No she wont."
"What makes you say that?"
"Ginny told her what happened. I'm in the same boat as you."
"But you can get in, if you want."
"I could've, but, I didn't take the chance. I didn't want to invade her personal space. But now it'll be a lot harder."
"Lets go do it."
"Whatever, but if Padfoot starts to radiate flames, I'm leaving." said Harry. They ran to the room like they were on fire.
The boys started to bang on the door.
"Krys, open the door!" yelled Ares.
"Padfoot, please open the d-" started Harry, but was interrupted by a blood curdling scream. A few seconds later, the door whipped open. Ginny stood there, her face was red and, she wore a look if pure fear. Harry's eyes widened.
"She's not waking up." cried Ginny. Ares and Harry ran into the room. Krys' lay on the bed. Her eyes closed and her body limp.