A/N I got 2 reviews for my last chapter. That is why it took me awhile to
write this, I was wondering if it was really that bad. But I decided to
write more. R/R please. Thank you to Emily and blacdragon223, my two
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Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter, I only own the plot of my story and the idea that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin could get along.
Summary: Almost everyone in Gryffindor and the rest of Hogwarts have gone home for the holidays in Harry's fifth year, but the threat of Voldemort keeps Harry stuck at Hogwarts. Him and Pansy have been getting along lately, ever since she started tutoring him for Potions at the start of fifth year. Could getting along possibly become falling in love?
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Harry felt the sun shining against his eyelids. He must have forgotten to close his bed curtains last night. For some reason, he felt odd in his own bed. Usually it was because of falling asleep with his glasses or sneakers on. Then it came to him. He wasn't alone. That, he found quite weird, until last night's events came to him. He opened his eyes and saw a blurred version of Pansy cuddled up against him. He couldn't help but like the feeling of a warm lump next to him. He heard Pansy murmur and shift in her sleep. Harry looked back down at her. His mouth dropped in surprise. The way Pansy shifted made it so Harry could see right down her shirt. Harry gulped. His brain screamed at him to look away, but his teenage hormones kept his eyes in place.
"If I don't get out of here I'm afraid I'll need a cold shower," Harry assumed under his breath. So he moved smoothly out of Pansy's gentle grasp and got dressed. He sprinted quietly down into the common room where two first year girls sat at a random table playing Exploding Snap.
"Hi Harry!" one of the first years chirped.
"Hello Samantha," Harry smiled, making Samantha blush.
"Merry Christmas Eve Harry!" giggled another first year.
"Same to you, Charlotte," he nodded, still smiling. Charlotte blushed deeper than Samantha. Harry chuckled quietly to himself as he threw himself into an armchair near the fire. He knew he had that effect on many girls younger than him and couldn't help but like it.
He thought back to Pansy lying up in his bedroom, fast asleep. How did he feel about her? Well that was easy. I'm falling for her, fast, said a voice in the back of his brain. He wished it would be easier for them to be a couple. However, it is not common for a Gryffindor-Slytherin relationship to go unnoticed. Actually, nothing about Harry Potter went unnoticed in Hogwarts, he thought bitterly. Speaking of Pansy, he felt arms slink around his neck.
"Good Morning sleepy head," Harry greeted the object of his affection with a smile. She laughed and squeezed in the chair next to him. He found her positively beautiful, even early in the morning. Her long hair was slightly messy, and it fell over her shoulders. She was wearing blue slip on slippers that looked almost like they were made out of towel material. They looked more like sandals than slippers. And of course, her pajamas.
"Morning. How was your sleep?" she asked, resting her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Good," he answered. Before he knew what he was doing, his arm slipped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Pansy didn't protest. The two of them sat there for a few minutes, which went by quite slowly. Harry took in a ragged breath, deciding that just then was the right time to tell Pansy about his feelings, when suddenly Pansy popped out of the chair.
"Um, Harry I want.I'm going to go take a shower okay?" Pansy huffed quite fast. Harry was puzzled for a second, but then nodded.
"Yeah, I guess I'll see you at breakfast," Harry responded, disappointed, and yet relieved at the same time. Pansy smiled nervously and hurried out the portrait hole. Harry slumped back into the chair. He really longed to tell Pansy how he felt about her.
Being the only Gryffindor student older than second year that stayed for Christmas holidays, Harry got bored quickly. He decided he might as well go to breakfast early and wait for Pansy there. He stood up, and sauntered down to the Great Hall. Once he reached the Great Hall, there weren't many people there. A few teachers, including Professor Dumbledore sat at one table positioned in the middle of the hall. That's right, hardly anyone stayed for the holidays. A few Ravenclaw sixth years loitered a small portion near Harry, including Cho Chang. Harry tried to pass them unnoticed, but Cho glanced up from her friends and smiled.
"Harry! Over here!" she motioned for Harry to come over. Harry shuddered slightly with guilt, but pretended he just spotted Cho, forced a smile and strolled over to her and the other Ravenclaws.
"Hi Harry!" All of Cho's friends chorused at the same time, startling Harry a bit.
"Uh, Hi," Harry greeted them.
"Harry, I've barely seen you this term! Have you been avoiding me?" Cho punched his arm playfully. Harry smiled and rubbed his arm where she hit him. The truth was he has been avoiding confrontation with Cho since Cedric died. She knows that I used to like her, probably still think I does. What was he supposed to say to her? Oh Cho I'm so glad I got Cedric killed so now I can be with you! Yeah, right.
"Of course not Cho, I've just been extremely busy, you know with O.W.L's coming up this year, and regular classes, and Quidditch and I'm being tutored for Potions almost every night as well," Harry retorted.
"Oh you're being tutored for Potions? I bet your tutor is from Slytherin, am I right?" Cho asked sweetly, placing her hand on his arm, the same place she punched him.
"Um, yes she is,"
"She?" Cho asked, startled. "Who is she?"
"Me," a small but defiant voice came from the left of Harry. He smiled the first real smile since Pansy left the Tower.
"Hi Pansy!" he greeted her, much more warmly than he greeted Cho or her friends. Pansy smiled at him, then quickly changed it for a smirk as Cho spoke.
"YOU? Pansy Parkinson. You are the tutor? Well, I would have never guessed that. I'd probably guess Goyle before you," Cho insulted her subtly. Pansy's smirk disappeared, replaced with a scowl.
"You better watch your mouth Chang. For your information, I am second to the top of the class in fifth year. I happen to know you had to repeat your first year, you're really supposed to be in seventh year," Pansy spitted out. Harry and Cho's friends dropped their mouths in surprise. I guess Cho never shared that bit of information with her friends, but really, who would. Harry was more surprised with Pansy than with Cho's failing a grade. Pansy was sounding more and more like Draco Malfoy with every word she spoke to Cho.
"How did you know that Parkinson?" Cho hissed at Pansy.
"I know things that would make your pretty hair curl Chang," Pansy whispered to Cho and her friends, and a very shocked Harry, "The things I've seen would give you nightmares," she smiled evilly.
"Um, Pans, lets go sit down okay?" Harry woke from his trance he was in, and guided Pansy over to the table the teachers had vacated. Harry and Pansy sat down just as Cho called,
"Bye Harry dear!"
Harry made a face only Pansy could see. Pansy laughed out loud.
"Pansy, what was that?" he asked, taken aback by her.Slytherinness.
"What?" she looked puzzled. "I was just laughing at." Harry cut her off.
"No Pansy, back there with Cho and her friends, you sounded exactly like Draco Malfoy!" Harry jerked his head back at Cho. Pansy glanced down, and then back up into Harry's emerald green eyes. Harry noticed her eyes were filled with sadness, and some anger.
"Harry, you wouldn't understand the full story." She responded, looking away from his eyes again and off towards a random wall. Harry guided her face back to his with his hand and dropped his hand to place it on hers.
"C'mon Pans, I care about you, I want to know the full story," he whispered. She nodded.
"Harry, my parents were death eaters," she started. Harry's eyes popped wide as dinner plates.
"Were?" he asked.
"Let me finish Harry. Yes, were. They decided they did not want to go on supporting Voldemort," she said Voldemort with a whisper, and continued. "Anyway, my parents are in hiding now, just incase he comes after them. So now I'm not a death eaters child. I know that, Draco knows that, Dumbledore knows that and now you know. But as for everyone else, they think I'll grow up and marry a death eater and be in with that crowd." She paused and Harry jumped in.
"But Pansy, you give them a reason to believe it, I'm sorry I don't like Cho, but you were pretty rude to her over there just now. If you acted like you weren't."
"Weren't what Harry?" she cried. "A death eater? A Slytherin?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying, just not, so evil," Harry confronted her.
"Harry, I spent all of last year trying to make friends outside of Slytherin. I really didn't want to be around people who would turn on me as soon as they found out my parents weren't death eaters. But what did they do? As soon as I go to talk to someone who is in Ravenclaw, Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, they look at me like I was a piece of slime. And it's not like I can go around saying my parents stopped being death eaters, because a real death eater could get wind of it and have mine and my parents," she gulped, "killed. I told you because I trust you Harry. I trust you with my life."
"But Malfoy?" he asked. Pansy didn't get a chance to answer because just then the teachers came and sat down at the table. There were more teachers than students at Hogwarts. There was Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, Sprout, Sinstra, Hooch, Pomfrey, Vector, Lupin (who was teaching DADA this year) and Hagrid. The students that had stayed were him and Pansy of course, Charlotte and Samantha in first year Gryffindor, Cho and her three friends and Roger Davies, head boy.
"I do not have much to say except 'Tuck In'!" Dumbledore smiled happily and food appeared on the plates in front of them. Harry realized just then how incredibly hungry he was, and dug into the piles of bacon, heaps of eggs, mountains of toast and mounds of hashbrowns. He couldn't talk to Pansy about anything with so many other people there. After everyone was finished, Dumbledore stood up again.
"Tonight, we have decided to have a small banquet. I would appreciate if you all dress up in your best Muggle clothing. That's all I have to say, so you may go and enjoy your holidays!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he looked at everyone at the table. He caught Harry's eye, and nodded. Harry smiled.
Harry and Pansy stood up from the table with everyone else.
"Pansy do you want to come up to the tower so we can finish our conversation from before?" Harry asked hopefully. Pansy nodded. They headed up to Gryffindor tower. They walked close, and their hands kept banging each other. Harry's hand was burning to take hold of Pansy's, and he couldn't help himself, he clutched her right hand with his left, running his thumb over her soft fingers. Pansy smiled. She looked over at Harry who was staring straight ahead, as though concentrating on the path they were taking, although he had taken it many times before. Once they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Harry spoke the password (Bacardi) and they went through the passage that opened up for them. It was empty. They didn't sit down, they just stood in the middle of the room. Harry let go of her hand and faced her.
"Pansy, why Malfoy? Why do you trust him?" he asked sourly. Was he jealous? No, Pansy and Malfoy.never. But they went to the ball together. So, I went with Parvati, and were not an item.
"Harry, Draco is my friend. My best friend actually. I tell him everything, so he knows about my parents," Pansy explained. However Harry was still confused.
"But Lucius Malfoy, he's." Pansy cut him off by laughing slightly.
"Yeah I know, Lucius Malfoy is nothing short of evil. Draco is totally different."
"Malfoy seems just like his father. Foul. But isn't Malfoy going to be a death eater," Harry asked.
"Not if he can help it. Draco doesn't want to follow in his father's shoes. Of all things, he want's to work here, at Hogwarts. He wants to be a Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher. And about being foul, he's only like that to you, and your friends, admirers and followers. I think there is just a bit of envy there," Pansy guessed. Harry's mouth dropped in surprise.
"Malfoy, jealous of me? No way. Why would he be?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"Many witches and wizards judge character on the persons surname. When they hear Malfoy, they think 'Oh Lucius Malfoy's son, he must be something awful' and when they hear Potter, they think 'Potter! Harry Potter! The son of they two greatest aurors, James and Lily Potter! He must be wonderful, and kind and brave and handsome and." Pansy trailed off, blushing. She looked down, examining her shoes. Harry realized it, finally. Pansy likes me too! Well it's now or never to tell her my feelings! He took her chin in his fingers and pushed her face up so her could look into her eyes. Her deep chocolate eyes looked so soulful, he felt himself get lost in them. Boy, I would love to kiss her right now. That seems a hell of a lot easier than speaking right about now. Harry stepped closer to Pansy, and lowered his lips to hers. When their lips met, it was like fireworks went off. Pansy wrapped her arms around his neck and her fingers lost themselves in his hair. He slipped his arms around her hips, and pulled her closer as their bodies melted together. He open his mouth slightly and ran his tongue across her lips. Pansy opened her mouth willingly. Harry had never been kissed before, and he never imagined this is how exhilarating it is. He felt his heartbeat racing, and could feel her heart against his chest, pounding like a big brass band. Suddenly, Harry heard some giggling. He broke off the kiss grudgingly and looked around and saw Charlotte and Samantha standing there, giggling like little girls. Harry blush and grinned at Pansy. She was quite red, but laughed. The two first years, still giggling ran up to the girls dorms. Pansy kissed him quickly on the lips and rested her head against Harry's chest. She wrapped her arms around his middle.
"I like this," Pansy spoke softly.
"Me too," Harry answered.
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A/N Well that was chapter two. Do you like it? I hope I get more than 2 reviews this time. Where have all my loyal reviewers from my last stories gone! Well I hope you like kissing, because much of that is coming up!!!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter, I only own the plot of my story and the idea that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin could get along.
Summary: Almost everyone in Gryffindor and the rest of Hogwarts have gone home for the holidays in Harry's fifth year, but the threat of Voldemort keeps Harry stuck at Hogwarts. Him and Pansy have been getting along lately, ever since she started tutoring him for Potions at the start of fifth year. Could getting along possibly become falling in love?
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Harry felt the sun shining against his eyelids. He must have forgotten to close his bed curtains last night. For some reason, he felt odd in his own bed. Usually it was because of falling asleep with his glasses or sneakers on. Then it came to him. He wasn't alone. That, he found quite weird, until last night's events came to him. He opened his eyes and saw a blurred version of Pansy cuddled up against him. He couldn't help but like the feeling of a warm lump next to him. He heard Pansy murmur and shift in her sleep. Harry looked back down at her. His mouth dropped in surprise. The way Pansy shifted made it so Harry could see right down her shirt. Harry gulped. His brain screamed at him to look away, but his teenage hormones kept his eyes in place.
"If I don't get out of here I'm afraid I'll need a cold shower," Harry assumed under his breath. So he moved smoothly out of Pansy's gentle grasp and got dressed. He sprinted quietly down into the common room where two first year girls sat at a random table playing Exploding Snap.
"Hi Harry!" one of the first years chirped.
"Hello Samantha," Harry smiled, making Samantha blush.
"Merry Christmas Eve Harry!" giggled another first year.
"Same to you, Charlotte," he nodded, still smiling. Charlotte blushed deeper than Samantha. Harry chuckled quietly to himself as he threw himself into an armchair near the fire. He knew he had that effect on many girls younger than him and couldn't help but like it.
He thought back to Pansy lying up in his bedroom, fast asleep. How did he feel about her? Well that was easy. I'm falling for her, fast, said a voice in the back of his brain. He wished it would be easier for them to be a couple. However, it is not common for a Gryffindor-Slytherin relationship to go unnoticed. Actually, nothing about Harry Potter went unnoticed in Hogwarts, he thought bitterly. Speaking of Pansy, he felt arms slink around his neck.
"Good Morning sleepy head," Harry greeted the object of his affection with a smile. She laughed and squeezed in the chair next to him. He found her positively beautiful, even early in the morning. Her long hair was slightly messy, and it fell over her shoulders. She was wearing blue slip on slippers that looked almost like they were made out of towel material. They looked more like sandals than slippers. And of course, her pajamas.
"Morning. How was your sleep?" she asked, resting her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Good," he answered. Before he knew what he was doing, his arm slipped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Pansy didn't protest. The two of them sat there for a few minutes, which went by quite slowly. Harry took in a ragged breath, deciding that just then was the right time to tell Pansy about his feelings, when suddenly Pansy popped out of the chair.
"Um, Harry I want.I'm going to go take a shower okay?" Pansy huffed quite fast. Harry was puzzled for a second, but then nodded.
"Yeah, I guess I'll see you at breakfast," Harry responded, disappointed, and yet relieved at the same time. Pansy smiled nervously and hurried out the portrait hole. Harry slumped back into the chair. He really longed to tell Pansy how he felt about her.
Being the only Gryffindor student older than second year that stayed for Christmas holidays, Harry got bored quickly. He decided he might as well go to breakfast early and wait for Pansy there. He stood up, and sauntered down to the Great Hall. Once he reached the Great Hall, there weren't many people there. A few teachers, including Professor Dumbledore sat at one table positioned in the middle of the hall. That's right, hardly anyone stayed for the holidays. A few Ravenclaw sixth years loitered a small portion near Harry, including Cho Chang. Harry tried to pass them unnoticed, but Cho glanced up from her friends and smiled.
"Harry! Over here!" she motioned for Harry to come over. Harry shuddered slightly with guilt, but pretended he just spotted Cho, forced a smile and strolled over to her and the other Ravenclaws.
"Hi Harry!" All of Cho's friends chorused at the same time, startling Harry a bit.
"Uh, Hi," Harry greeted them.
"Harry, I've barely seen you this term! Have you been avoiding me?" Cho punched his arm playfully. Harry smiled and rubbed his arm where she hit him. The truth was he has been avoiding confrontation with Cho since Cedric died. She knows that I used to like her, probably still think I does. What was he supposed to say to her? Oh Cho I'm so glad I got Cedric killed so now I can be with you! Yeah, right.
"Of course not Cho, I've just been extremely busy, you know with O.W.L's coming up this year, and regular classes, and Quidditch and I'm being tutored for Potions almost every night as well," Harry retorted.
"Oh you're being tutored for Potions? I bet your tutor is from Slytherin, am I right?" Cho asked sweetly, placing her hand on his arm, the same place she punched him.
"Um, yes she is,"
"She?" Cho asked, startled. "Who is she?"
"Me," a small but defiant voice came from the left of Harry. He smiled the first real smile since Pansy left the Tower.
"Hi Pansy!" he greeted her, much more warmly than he greeted Cho or her friends. Pansy smiled at him, then quickly changed it for a smirk as Cho spoke.
"YOU? Pansy Parkinson. You are the tutor? Well, I would have never guessed that. I'd probably guess Goyle before you," Cho insulted her subtly. Pansy's smirk disappeared, replaced with a scowl.
"You better watch your mouth Chang. For your information, I am second to the top of the class in fifth year. I happen to know you had to repeat your first year, you're really supposed to be in seventh year," Pansy spitted out. Harry and Cho's friends dropped their mouths in surprise. I guess Cho never shared that bit of information with her friends, but really, who would. Harry was more surprised with Pansy than with Cho's failing a grade. Pansy was sounding more and more like Draco Malfoy with every word she spoke to Cho.
"How did you know that Parkinson?" Cho hissed at Pansy.
"I know things that would make your pretty hair curl Chang," Pansy whispered to Cho and her friends, and a very shocked Harry, "The things I've seen would give you nightmares," she smiled evilly.
"Um, Pans, lets go sit down okay?" Harry woke from his trance he was in, and guided Pansy over to the table the teachers had vacated. Harry and Pansy sat down just as Cho called,
"Bye Harry dear!"
Harry made a face only Pansy could see. Pansy laughed out loud.
"Pansy, what was that?" he asked, taken aback by her.Slytherinness.
"What?" she looked puzzled. "I was just laughing at." Harry cut her off.
"No Pansy, back there with Cho and her friends, you sounded exactly like Draco Malfoy!" Harry jerked his head back at Cho. Pansy glanced down, and then back up into Harry's emerald green eyes. Harry noticed her eyes were filled with sadness, and some anger.
"Harry, you wouldn't understand the full story." She responded, looking away from his eyes again and off towards a random wall. Harry guided her face back to his with his hand and dropped his hand to place it on hers.
"C'mon Pans, I care about you, I want to know the full story," he whispered. She nodded.
"Harry, my parents were death eaters," she started. Harry's eyes popped wide as dinner plates.
"Were?" he asked.
"Let me finish Harry. Yes, were. They decided they did not want to go on supporting Voldemort," she said Voldemort with a whisper, and continued. "Anyway, my parents are in hiding now, just incase he comes after them. So now I'm not a death eaters child. I know that, Draco knows that, Dumbledore knows that and now you know. But as for everyone else, they think I'll grow up and marry a death eater and be in with that crowd." She paused and Harry jumped in.
"But Pansy, you give them a reason to believe it, I'm sorry I don't like Cho, but you were pretty rude to her over there just now. If you acted like you weren't."
"Weren't what Harry?" she cried. "A death eater? A Slytherin?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying, just not, so evil," Harry confronted her.
"Harry, I spent all of last year trying to make friends outside of Slytherin. I really didn't want to be around people who would turn on me as soon as they found out my parents weren't death eaters. But what did they do? As soon as I go to talk to someone who is in Ravenclaw, Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, they look at me like I was a piece of slime. And it's not like I can go around saying my parents stopped being death eaters, because a real death eater could get wind of it and have mine and my parents," she gulped, "killed. I told you because I trust you Harry. I trust you with my life."
"But Malfoy?" he asked. Pansy didn't get a chance to answer because just then the teachers came and sat down at the table. There were more teachers than students at Hogwarts. There was Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, Sprout, Sinstra, Hooch, Pomfrey, Vector, Lupin (who was teaching DADA this year) and Hagrid. The students that had stayed were him and Pansy of course, Charlotte and Samantha in first year Gryffindor, Cho and her three friends and Roger Davies, head boy.
"I do not have much to say except 'Tuck In'!" Dumbledore smiled happily and food appeared on the plates in front of them. Harry realized just then how incredibly hungry he was, and dug into the piles of bacon, heaps of eggs, mountains of toast and mounds of hashbrowns. He couldn't talk to Pansy about anything with so many other people there. After everyone was finished, Dumbledore stood up again.
"Tonight, we have decided to have a small banquet. I would appreciate if you all dress up in your best Muggle clothing. That's all I have to say, so you may go and enjoy your holidays!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he looked at everyone at the table. He caught Harry's eye, and nodded. Harry smiled.
Harry and Pansy stood up from the table with everyone else.
"Pansy do you want to come up to the tower so we can finish our conversation from before?" Harry asked hopefully. Pansy nodded. They headed up to Gryffindor tower. They walked close, and their hands kept banging each other. Harry's hand was burning to take hold of Pansy's, and he couldn't help himself, he clutched her right hand with his left, running his thumb over her soft fingers. Pansy smiled. She looked over at Harry who was staring straight ahead, as though concentrating on the path they were taking, although he had taken it many times before. Once they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Harry spoke the password (Bacardi) and they went through the passage that opened up for them. It was empty. They didn't sit down, they just stood in the middle of the room. Harry let go of her hand and faced her.
"Pansy, why Malfoy? Why do you trust him?" he asked sourly. Was he jealous? No, Pansy and Malfoy.never. But they went to the ball together. So, I went with Parvati, and were not an item.
"Harry, Draco is my friend. My best friend actually. I tell him everything, so he knows about my parents," Pansy explained. However Harry was still confused.
"But Lucius Malfoy, he's." Pansy cut him off by laughing slightly.
"Yeah I know, Lucius Malfoy is nothing short of evil. Draco is totally different."
"Malfoy seems just like his father. Foul. But isn't Malfoy going to be a death eater," Harry asked.
"Not if he can help it. Draco doesn't want to follow in his father's shoes. Of all things, he want's to work here, at Hogwarts. He wants to be a Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher. And about being foul, he's only like that to you, and your friends, admirers and followers. I think there is just a bit of envy there," Pansy guessed. Harry's mouth dropped in surprise.
"Malfoy, jealous of me? No way. Why would he be?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"Many witches and wizards judge character on the persons surname. When they hear Malfoy, they think 'Oh Lucius Malfoy's son, he must be something awful' and when they hear Potter, they think 'Potter! Harry Potter! The son of they two greatest aurors, James and Lily Potter! He must be wonderful, and kind and brave and handsome and." Pansy trailed off, blushing. She looked down, examining her shoes. Harry realized it, finally. Pansy likes me too! Well it's now or never to tell her my feelings! He took her chin in his fingers and pushed her face up so her could look into her eyes. Her deep chocolate eyes looked so soulful, he felt himself get lost in them. Boy, I would love to kiss her right now. That seems a hell of a lot easier than speaking right about now. Harry stepped closer to Pansy, and lowered his lips to hers. When their lips met, it was like fireworks went off. Pansy wrapped her arms around his neck and her fingers lost themselves in his hair. He slipped his arms around her hips, and pulled her closer as their bodies melted together. He open his mouth slightly and ran his tongue across her lips. Pansy opened her mouth willingly. Harry had never been kissed before, and he never imagined this is how exhilarating it is. He felt his heartbeat racing, and could feel her heart against his chest, pounding like a big brass band. Suddenly, Harry heard some giggling. He broke off the kiss grudgingly and looked around and saw Charlotte and Samantha standing there, giggling like little girls. Harry blush and grinned at Pansy. She was quite red, but laughed. The two first years, still giggling ran up to the girls dorms. Pansy kissed him quickly on the lips and rested her head against Harry's chest. She wrapped her arms around his middle.
"I like this," Pansy spoke softly.
"Me too," Harry answered.
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A/N Well that was chapter two. Do you like it? I hope I get more than 2 reviews this time. Where have all my loyal reviewers from my last stories gone! Well I hope you like kissing, because much of that is coming up!!!
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