Chapter 2
Alex sat in Potions doing something that she had never done before. . . daydreaming. . . daydreaming in class to be more precise. About Harry Potter. About the Boy-Who-Lived. About the most wanted guy in school. But she couldn't stop remembering what it felt like to have his strong arms wrapped around her. The only arms that had ever been successful in making her feel safe from the shadows. And that chest? Oh, Lord thank you for Quidditch. It was nice and strong, and golden, and prefect. And he was prefect. Not because he was the Boy-Who-Lived, but because he was someone that she could trust. He was prefect for her.
And she couldn't help but remember the feeling she had gotten when she woke up. It felt like she was finally at peace with the world. No more demons trying to take her away. No more worries. And then that happy-floaty feeling? It felt glorious!
And then the feeling of that large, strong hand resting delicately, lightly, over her breasts? Oh, Lord have mercy. She had wanted to kiss him awake, and do all kinds of naughty things to his delicious body. Such as-
"Miss St.Raven! I would appreciate it immensely if you'd pay attention in my class!" Professor Snape snapped, causing Alex to jump out of her chair, and out of her wonderful daydream where Harry was slowly kissing his way down her body, inch by inch, not missing a single spot.
"And you too Mr. Potter!" Snape scowled as he saw the far away look on Harry's face too. "Its like a sickness you people have, you'll thank me one of these days. Potions is not just a class, but a surviving tool!" he informed in the same dark, drawling tone as he always used while teaching.
The Professor continued talking, something about fairy wings and the essence in them... but she still couldn't pay attention to a single word that he was saying. Alex tried to focus, honestly, but no mater how hard she tried, her thoughts always trailed off back to Harry.
Maybe it was a sickness; a passion that couldn't be stopped. Her mind spun and spun, full of thoughts all concerning Harry. His face popped up, and she could sill feel the warmth of his body next to hers, his breath on her neck.
Alex finally gave up and let herself daydream. Where was the harm in doing it once? It's not like she had a record of dazing off in class. She let out a low gasp as she imagined Harry's hands caressing her body, kissing her until she could no longer think straight. She quickly opened her eyes realizing what she had done. She had done that out loud! 'God please please don't have let anyone hear that gasp!' Her mind sung as she slowly opened her eyes to assess the damage. Luckily, everyone was still scribbling down notes, and not paying attention to her. Alex flicked her quill around on her paper, trying to make it look like she was doing what she was supposed to be.
After a few minutes, Alex actually looked at what she was writing down, and flushed slightly. Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter, that was all the paper had on it, along with some weird looking lines that looked as if they came from a two year olds drawing.
Moments later, she was being shaken by someone. Alex turned around slowly and saw him - Harry. She remembered what was all over her parchment and hastily rolled it up and out of his eyesight. But unfortunately, he saw the movement with his sharp seeker eyes.
"What were you writing?" he asked with a smile.
"Nothing really, just scribbles and . . . Hey! Give that back!"
"Run Ron! GO! Pass it over here!" Harry exclaimed as he jumped out of his chair. He was very lucky that Professor Snape had been called out of the class, or else he'd be serving at least a months worth of detention for his screaming.
"Seriously you two, give her back the paper! Its none of your business what's on that stupid thing!" Hermione growled, irritated that they managed to shatter the silence of the room into a million tiny pieces.
Alex started to panic, what if he read he paper? What would he say? They've been friends ever since she came to Hogwarts! And if she lost him - no, she wasn't going to allow her to think about that. It was just a stupid piece of paper. One that she'd feel better about having back in her hands. She didn't want to ruin their relationship. It meant so much to her. He always seemed to be there for her, to comfort her, to make her laugh, and she didn't want to lose that just because she was being so . . . girly, and writing Harry's name on a piece of paper over and over and over again.
Hermione tried to make a snatch for the parchment as it flew over the two girls heads, but missed by a long shot. Alex joined in after her, jumping for the paper.
Harry watched her dodge back and fourth, trying to catch the parchment. She didn't take into account that both he and Ron were much taller than she and Hermione, and if they didn't want her to have the paper, that she wouldn't have the paper. She was so funny when she was frustrated, and cute too. The way blue fire would ignite in her eyes, the way that she talked with that calm voice that reminded you of the calm period before a big storm. He loved her hair too, and how it swayed and fluttered as she moved . . . and that wasn't all that did. It captivated him. 'Wait a minute. Did i just . . . did I just THINK about Alex in a sexual way? My friend Alex? Oh no. Please no! I've managed two years without thinking that she was hot . . . or at least managed not to start a fantasy about her legs wrapped around my waist, and me pumping - oh shit! Oh no! This can not be happening to me!' He thought frantically, no longer paying attention to the game.
"Heads up Harry!" Ron called and threw the paper, which hit him squarely in he head.
"Wingardium leviosa!" Alex whispered, and with a swish and flick, the paper was flying towards her.
Alex quickly grabbed the paper and looked at Harry with a smile.
"I'll take that, thank you very much," she giggled at him.
"Oh, good catch Harry! No wonder you're the seeker on the quidditch team! You're so great at catching things!" Ron laughed.
Harry blushed slightly and sat back down before Snape came in and decided to give everyone a detention just for breathing.
~*~*~*~*~
It seemed like it took forever for the rest of the classes to past for Harry. It didn't help that he kept on thinking about a certain black haired- blue eyed gorgeous woman either.
He nearly sighed in relief as he walked into the Gryffindor common room and saw that he only had ten minutes until he had to be at Dumbledore's office to talk about the upcoming ball. It meant that he only had ten minutes until he could see Alex again. Although he wasn't going to admit that he wanted to see her just to look at her to himself. Silently or otherwise.
"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" Hermione asked as she dropped her books with a loud thump on the coffee table in front of the red sofa that sat in the common room.
"Yep. In ten minutes," Harry replied as he scanned the names of the books.
"Hermione! Romance novels?" he teased with a grin. "Who would have thought that you'd be checking out Romance novels?"
Hermione's cheeks flushed crimson and she glared at Harry as she fell backwards onto the couch. "It's the closest that I can get to a relationship!" she mumbled sourly.
Harry laughed and gave her a brotherly peck on the cheek. "Someone will come and sweep you off your feet 'Mione. You just have to wait for your time. Now, I do believe that I'm about to be late. Enjoy your reading!" he grinned before getting up out of the chair that he was sitting in and dashing out of the portrait hole.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, punctual as always I see," Dumbledore smiled as Harry skidded to a stop in front of his desk.
"Sorry. I was talking to Hermione and I got distracted," he smiled sheepishly.
"What were you talking about?" Alex wondered out loud.
That's when Harry noticed that she was in the room. She was sitting in one of the cherry oak high back chairs, her hands folded neatly on top of her school skirt, and looking as beautiful as ever with her hair up in an messy bun, and her back ramrod straight like it always was in front of Dumbledore.
"Her book preference," he told her as he sat down in the chair next to hers, facing the Headmaster.
Alex giggled and nodded her head. "I was wondering when you'd find that out," was all she said before she turned her attention to Dumbledore.
"Now that I have both of your attention, lets begin . . ." he smiled with a twinkle in his eyes. "Well, that is you two begin. I'm leaving all of the planning of this ball to you two." He told them.
"Okay, may we do this in our common room then?" Harry asked, then immediately wished that he kept his mouth shut. He had a feeling that being alone in a common room at the moment might make him a little . . . edgy around Alex.
But, as was his luck, the Professor said, "By all means."
Alex smiled and stood up. "Bye, Professor Dumbledore." She said.
Harry mirrored her actions, then walked to the door, and held it open for her like he always did. He was one of the few old style romantics in Hogwarts, and always opened doors for his dates, and other girls, helped them with their jackets, bought them roses, and gave them his undivided attention when he was with a date, or another girl that he cared for.
"Thank you," Alex murmured as she walked past him and down the stairs that led to Dumbledore's office. "Your welcome," he said before following her.
They were quite on their way to their common room, feeling more awkward around each other than they ever had before.
Alex sat in Potions doing something that she had never done before. . . daydreaming. . . daydreaming in class to be more precise. About Harry Potter. About the Boy-Who-Lived. About the most wanted guy in school. But she couldn't stop remembering what it felt like to have his strong arms wrapped around her. The only arms that had ever been successful in making her feel safe from the shadows. And that chest? Oh, Lord thank you for Quidditch. It was nice and strong, and golden, and prefect. And he was prefect. Not because he was the Boy-Who-Lived, but because he was someone that she could trust. He was prefect for her.
And she couldn't help but remember the feeling she had gotten when she woke up. It felt like she was finally at peace with the world. No more demons trying to take her away. No more worries. And then that happy-floaty feeling? It felt glorious!
And then the feeling of that large, strong hand resting delicately, lightly, over her breasts? Oh, Lord have mercy. She had wanted to kiss him awake, and do all kinds of naughty things to his delicious body. Such as-
"Miss St.Raven! I would appreciate it immensely if you'd pay attention in my class!" Professor Snape snapped, causing Alex to jump out of her chair, and out of her wonderful daydream where Harry was slowly kissing his way down her body, inch by inch, not missing a single spot.
"And you too Mr. Potter!" Snape scowled as he saw the far away look on Harry's face too. "Its like a sickness you people have, you'll thank me one of these days. Potions is not just a class, but a surviving tool!" he informed in the same dark, drawling tone as he always used while teaching.
The Professor continued talking, something about fairy wings and the essence in them... but she still couldn't pay attention to a single word that he was saying. Alex tried to focus, honestly, but no mater how hard she tried, her thoughts always trailed off back to Harry.
Maybe it was a sickness; a passion that couldn't be stopped. Her mind spun and spun, full of thoughts all concerning Harry. His face popped up, and she could sill feel the warmth of his body next to hers, his breath on her neck.
Alex finally gave up and let herself daydream. Where was the harm in doing it once? It's not like she had a record of dazing off in class. She let out a low gasp as she imagined Harry's hands caressing her body, kissing her until she could no longer think straight. She quickly opened her eyes realizing what she had done. She had done that out loud! 'God please please don't have let anyone hear that gasp!' Her mind sung as she slowly opened her eyes to assess the damage. Luckily, everyone was still scribbling down notes, and not paying attention to her. Alex flicked her quill around on her paper, trying to make it look like she was doing what she was supposed to be.
After a few minutes, Alex actually looked at what she was writing down, and flushed slightly. Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter, that was all the paper had on it, along with some weird looking lines that looked as if they came from a two year olds drawing.
Moments later, she was being shaken by someone. Alex turned around slowly and saw him - Harry. She remembered what was all over her parchment and hastily rolled it up and out of his eyesight. But unfortunately, he saw the movement with his sharp seeker eyes.
"What were you writing?" he asked with a smile.
"Nothing really, just scribbles and . . . Hey! Give that back!"
"Run Ron! GO! Pass it over here!" Harry exclaimed as he jumped out of his chair. He was very lucky that Professor Snape had been called out of the class, or else he'd be serving at least a months worth of detention for his screaming.
"Seriously you two, give her back the paper! Its none of your business what's on that stupid thing!" Hermione growled, irritated that they managed to shatter the silence of the room into a million tiny pieces.
Alex started to panic, what if he read he paper? What would he say? They've been friends ever since she came to Hogwarts! And if she lost him - no, she wasn't going to allow her to think about that. It was just a stupid piece of paper. One that she'd feel better about having back in her hands. She didn't want to ruin their relationship. It meant so much to her. He always seemed to be there for her, to comfort her, to make her laugh, and she didn't want to lose that just because she was being so . . . girly, and writing Harry's name on a piece of paper over and over and over again.
Hermione tried to make a snatch for the parchment as it flew over the two girls heads, but missed by a long shot. Alex joined in after her, jumping for the paper.
Harry watched her dodge back and fourth, trying to catch the parchment. She didn't take into account that both he and Ron were much taller than she and Hermione, and if they didn't want her to have the paper, that she wouldn't have the paper. She was so funny when she was frustrated, and cute too. The way blue fire would ignite in her eyes, the way that she talked with that calm voice that reminded you of the calm period before a big storm. He loved her hair too, and how it swayed and fluttered as she moved . . . and that wasn't all that did. It captivated him. 'Wait a minute. Did i just . . . did I just THINK about Alex in a sexual way? My friend Alex? Oh no. Please no! I've managed two years without thinking that she was hot . . . or at least managed not to start a fantasy about her legs wrapped around my waist, and me pumping - oh shit! Oh no! This can not be happening to me!' He thought frantically, no longer paying attention to the game.
"Heads up Harry!" Ron called and threw the paper, which hit him squarely in he head.
"Wingardium leviosa!" Alex whispered, and with a swish and flick, the paper was flying towards her.
Alex quickly grabbed the paper and looked at Harry with a smile.
"I'll take that, thank you very much," she giggled at him.
"Oh, good catch Harry! No wonder you're the seeker on the quidditch team! You're so great at catching things!" Ron laughed.
Harry blushed slightly and sat back down before Snape came in and decided to give everyone a detention just for breathing.
~*~*~*~*~
It seemed like it took forever for the rest of the classes to past for Harry. It didn't help that he kept on thinking about a certain black haired- blue eyed gorgeous woman either.
He nearly sighed in relief as he walked into the Gryffindor common room and saw that he only had ten minutes until he had to be at Dumbledore's office to talk about the upcoming ball. It meant that he only had ten minutes until he could see Alex again. Although he wasn't going to admit that he wanted to see her just to look at her to himself. Silently or otherwise.
"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" Hermione asked as she dropped her books with a loud thump on the coffee table in front of the red sofa that sat in the common room.
"Yep. In ten minutes," Harry replied as he scanned the names of the books.
"Hermione! Romance novels?" he teased with a grin. "Who would have thought that you'd be checking out Romance novels?"
Hermione's cheeks flushed crimson and she glared at Harry as she fell backwards onto the couch. "It's the closest that I can get to a relationship!" she mumbled sourly.
Harry laughed and gave her a brotherly peck on the cheek. "Someone will come and sweep you off your feet 'Mione. You just have to wait for your time. Now, I do believe that I'm about to be late. Enjoy your reading!" he grinned before getting up out of the chair that he was sitting in and dashing out of the portrait hole.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, punctual as always I see," Dumbledore smiled as Harry skidded to a stop in front of his desk.
"Sorry. I was talking to Hermione and I got distracted," he smiled sheepishly.
"What were you talking about?" Alex wondered out loud.
That's when Harry noticed that she was in the room. She was sitting in one of the cherry oak high back chairs, her hands folded neatly on top of her school skirt, and looking as beautiful as ever with her hair up in an messy bun, and her back ramrod straight like it always was in front of Dumbledore.
"Her book preference," he told her as he sat down in the chair next to hers, facing the Headmaster.
Alex giggled and nodded her head. "I was wondering when you'd find that out," was all she said before she turned her attention to Dumbledore.
"Now that I have both of your attention, lets begin . . ." he smiled with a twinkle in his eyes. "Well, that is you two begin. I'm leaving all of the planning of this ball to you two." He told them.
"Okay, may we do this in our common room then?" Harry asked, then immediately wished that he kept his mouth shut. He had a feeling that being alone in a common room at the moment might make him a little . . . edgy around Alex.
But, as was his luck, the Professor said, "By all means."
Alex smiled and stood up. "Bye, Professor Dumbledore." She said.
Harry mirrored her actions, then walked to the door, and held it open for her like he always did. He was one of the few old style romantics in Hogwarts, and always opened doors for his dates, and other girls, helped them with their jackets, bought them roses, and gave them his undivided attention when he was with a date, or another girl that he cared for.
"Thank you," Alex murmured as she walked past him and down the stairs that led to Dumbledore's office. "Your welcome," he said before following her.
They were quite on their way to their common room, feeling more awkward around each other than they ever had before.