Chapter 3 - Dreaming of You
Harry and Alex over the next couple of days, tried to avoid each other, but always seemed to end up seeing or sitting next to the other at least six times a day. And then, they had to spend an hour a night planning the ball, to which the paperwork was due in two days. Which is why they were seated on crystal blue armchairs in the Head Boy and Head Girls Common room with piles of lists around them trying to figure out if they wanted a theme or not.
"What harm is a theme?" Alex asked for the tenth time in the past twelve minutes. She looked a little flustered.
"The harm is that not everyone will like the theme! And it could be a little hard for some to actually find clothing that fits the theme! And I can go on!" Harry snapped. Alex was taken back. Harry had never snapped in her, in all the years that she had known him - while it might not be that long, he had never snapped at her.
"Are you okay, Harry?" she asked hesitantly.
Harry looked in Alex's eyes. 'No, I'm not okay.' He wanted to say to her, but all he did was nod his head and rub his temples. 'I find myself lusting after one of my best friends, wanting to know what her lips taste like, what it would feel like to have her withering underneath me, and the worst part is, I know that she doesn't care about me in any other way except friendship.'
"Don't worry about me, Alex. I'm fine."
Alex frowned at him. She knew that he was lying to her, and she was going to find out why. "You are not fine, I can see it in your eyes. Now, tell me, what is wrong?" she demanded.
"Nothing," he sighed.
"Harry James Potter! You are going to tell me what is wrong with you this instant or I'm going to hex you!"
"No you won't. And I don't have to tell you. You're not my mother." Harry growled.
Alex gasped in shock. 'He just told me off!' her mind screamed in amazement. "What happened to us, Harry? We used to tell each other everything. Now, now it seems like we're trying to hide everything from each other." She sighed sadly. She was losing one of her best friends just because she liked him in ways that did not bring friendship to mind.
"I don't know. But I know that I find myself dreaming about you at -" Harry ended abruptly, his eyes gone wide as he realized what he had admitted to her out loud.
And it was true, during the past five days he had been having erotic dreams of her. And then, last night he had a dream of him kneeling on one knee proposing his life to her in exchange for her hand in marriage, and to be truthfully honest, he was scared of that image.
"You-you've been having dreams of me!" Alex all but squeaked. Harry mutely nodded his head. Alex gulped in air, and hoped that she didn't hear an answer that she didn't want to hear with her next question. "Harry, do you like me? As more than a friend?" she blushed, and waited for Harry's answer. 'He's going to say no, I know he is. And then I'm going to be crushed. Real smart of you to ask a question that you already know the answer to Alex!' she mentally berated herself.
"Yes." Harry said in all honesty, causing Alex's eyes to widen.
"I'm sorry, I heard you wrong, did you just say yes?" She asked. Harry looked down at his hands, which were braced against his knees, and nodded his head. Alex let the breath that she wasn't even aware of holding out in one long whoosh. "That's good. That's really good, considering that I like you too." She smiled shyly.
Harry was looking at his hands, his back hunched, and his head hanging, when he heard Alex admit that she liked him in a small, soft voice. He blinked a few times just to make sure that he wasn't dazing off. Nope. Still here. His head shot up, and immediately clashed with the brilliant blue of hers. He swallowed hard, and asked, "Are you serious?"
Alex laughed and nodded her head. "I never thought that I'd see the day when Harry Potter had to ask that to a girl." She giggled.
"Yeah, well, this is different. You were my friend before I found out I liked you. The circumstances are different," Harry replied, looking flustered. "Yeah, true. So what do we do about it?" Alex asked as she waved a hand in between them.
Harry smiled. Trust Alex to try to figure out something as soon as it pops up. "Well, I figure that we can do one of three things. A. Ignore it - which I think is impossible," he interjected, "B. we can keep away from each other, or C. we can go out on a date."
Alex didn't even have to think about it. "When do you feel like going out?" she asked, causing Harry to grin at her, showing two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth.
"I was thinking about Sunday if that was okay with you."
"That's fine."
"Good. I'll wait for you by the front doors at . . . . Lets say, noon?"
"I'll be there."
"I'll be waiting." And with that, Harry got up and headed towards the portrait hole. He made it to the entranceway before he stopped. "Oops." He smiled as he pivoted and walked back to his seat. "I forgot that we had to finish the plans." He smiled, his cheeks looking a little pink.
"That's okay," Alex laughed. "Now, how about instead of a theme we just put restrictions on what they can wear. Like for girls, no dress robes, only dresses, and guys, no robes, pants and a button down shirt?" she compromised from their earlier argument, all the while staring into Harry's green eyes. They were so . . . green. They could always seem to capture her stare. Even before Alex realized that she liked him, she would always stare into Harry's eyes, much to his amusement. They tended to change sometimes. Like right now they were a deep Emerald green, when not even an hour ago they were a jade color. It was a little weird to watch the orbs change colors, but it was also. . . captivating too.
"Alex?" Harry asked for the third time while he waved a hand in front of her face.
Alex jumped back into reality and blushed crimson. "Sorry," she mumbled, "what did you say?"
"I said that your idea was wonderful. Now, what were you staring at?" He grinned. He knew that she was staring into his eyes. She always did that, and he had to admit, he enjoyed the feeling of being watched by Alexandra St. Raven. It was like her crystal blue orbs could look into a person's soul. And they did to his. She could always tell how he was by his eyes for some reason. She knew the colors of them better than anyone too he'd say. They spent the rest of the time, writing their plans out on parchments to give to all the Head of House teachers to read to their students after they asked Dumbledore's approval. All he said was, "This is for the students, and what could be better than one of their own organizing it?" Harry had never grinned so much in his life! He loved watching Alex during the classes that they had together, and thinking about her when she wasn't in his classes. He found himself thinking about her all the time now.
And Alex, she would look back at Harry during classes, and he would pretend to be listening to the teacher, but she knew he was looking at her from the corner of his eyes. Sometimes she would feel so compassionate toward him, just one glance at him, made her turn pink. She wanted to date Harry, more than she had ever wanted to date anyone else. Terry Boots included in that (her first boyfriend at Hogwarts. He was the hottest thing ever during that year, but that didn't make up for his amazingly dense brain.) They talked to each other more through body language than words now days, making Hermione and Ron believe that something had happened between the two.
Neither Harry nor Alex were sane since that night. Their thoughts were focused on only each other anymore. No one else. They both re-played that night in each of their heads, still not believing that they were going to go out. Then Saturday night came, and they both panicked. What will I wear? Do I look ok?
'I need a miracle' they both thought as they searched their wardrobes. Alex got walked out of her room, and made her way to the Gryffindor common room silently. 'What was the password again?' she wondered as she ignored the glances that were shot her way by the overprotective fat lady. "Oh! The password is 'Yesterday's Dreams'!" Alex smiled with satisfaction as t he portrait opened to reveal the gold and red common room.
Alex stepped in, and immediately searched for a certain brown haired bookworm. She wasn't there. 'Where in the world is that girl?' Alex wondered as she made her way to the girls dorm rooms. "Hermione?" she called out as she knocked on the 7th year girls door.
"Yes?" came the muffled reply from behind the door.
Alex turned the old brass doorknob and walked into the strongly smelling room. "What is that smell?" Alex coughed as she inhaled the strong scent of perfume. 'Someone does not know when enough is enough,' she thought as she helped Hermione open all of the windows in the room.
"That smell is from Lavender and Parvati and their perfumes. They can't smell that well, so they spray a ton of that crap on themselves before they go out. I guess I've just gotten used to it by now that I'm not affected by it anymore." Hermione explained.
"Oh." Alex said. "I have a favor to ask of you."
Hermione raised her eyebrow in question as she crossed her arms over her breasts. "And that would be?" she asked.
"Help me find something to wear on my date with Harry. I can't find anything!" Alex cried, causing Hermione to laugh.
"You weren't this nervous with Terry. You must really like Harry," she observed. "But yes, I will help you. But I have a favor to ask you in return. I need you to help me become more . . . desirable."
Alex looked at Hermione questioningly, and then the light clicked. "Draco Malfoy." She sighed. Hermione had been trying to get him to notice her for months, but she hadn't been successful. Ever since he saved her from falling down the stairs as they were moving in sixth year, she had gotten a crush on him, but sadly enough, Malfoy never seemed to notice her in return. "All right, I'll help you become more desirable. But that means that you are going to have to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. Harry and I are going to spend just a few of the hours that we have for the weekend together, because I wanted to start shopping for the dress that I want to wear to the ball, so you can come with me, okay?"
Hermione smiled brilliantly and nodded her head. "Come on then, lets go and find your outfit."
Alex smiled and led the way to the Head Common room.
~*~*~*~
The next morning, Alex woke up early, and jumped out of bed in excitement. Today is the day that she is going out with Harry! 'We're going out on a date, finally!' her mind rung as she showered.
Alex took care in getting ready. She powdered down, brushed her teeth, and curled her hair instead of doing a straightening charm like she usually did. Not that many people knew that her hair was curly because she usually always straightened it before she left her room. But Harry had seen her with her hair like this two days ago, and he had told her that he thought that she looked even more captivating with it like that.
Alex put on the minimal make-up; black eyeliner and mascara, silver eyeshadow, a dusting of powder, and lip gloss, and sprayed a light cloud of perfume, and walked slowly through it so that it could settle on her skin. She then slipped into the blue jean skirt that stopped at mid-thigh, and the white tank top that showed off her dragon bellybutton ring, and had a built in bra whose straps were studded with diamonds. She then put on her sapphire necklace that he father had given her two days before he died, and the diamond earrings that her grandmother gave her last year for her sixteenth birthday. She looked her self over in the mirror, and smiled in satisfaction. She looked exactly how she wanted to. Like she didn't try hard to impress him. After all, this was the sort of things that she always wore when she wasn't wearing her uniforms. So, he wouldn't know any better.
Alex searched her room for her white and dark blue vans, and put them on. She really hated wearing heels to walk in. They always seemed to pinch her feet after an hour of walking, making her moan and complain to whoever as near her.
Alex stood up, grabbed her white sweater, and making sure that money was in the pockets, threw it over her arm and made her way to the Great Hall in anticipation.
~*~*~*~
Harry had gotten up an hour before Alex, and by the time she was getting out of bed, Harry had already showered, ran a brush through his hair - which didn't do any good, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans with white stitching, and a white turtle neck sweater, and threw a black robe over his shoulders and made his way downstairs after spritzing himself with his cologne.
Harry saw Alex make her way through the crowd, and his mouth watered. She looked. . . delectable. Beautiful, and she was all his for today. The thought made him smile.
"You look gorgeous," he smiled as he kissed her cheek and laced his fingers through hers.
"Thank you," Alex smiled at him before turning her attention to the students that were waiting to go to Hogsmeade. "All right, today the curfew is set for 7:30 p.m. so remember to be at the carriage drop off before then or there is a chance that you might get left behind, and also remember that you are representing Hogwarts, and we expect you to be on your best behavior," Alex announced her usual announcement before opening the doors that led outside and made her way with Harry to their carriage.
Harry helped Alex step into the carriage, and thinks, 'And now, the date begins.' As he climb into the carriage behind her, ignoring the nice view that she had given him as she had climb into the vehicle. The ride to Hogsmeade was silent, both were to engrossed in their jitters to talk. 'I cant wait to be with her, near her, just the sight of her. . .maybe I'll take her, no I WILL take her. Just as soon as she's ready. But I don't I know if i can stand it any longer!' Harry thought as he looked at her sitting on the other side of the carriage. Alex knew what was going on in his mind - by the look on his face, and the slight bulging in his pants. 'I hope what ever is going on in his mind comes true. But then again, he's a guy, maybe I won't want that to happen . . . it could be anything.' she mused to herself. They got to Hogsmeade, Harry stepped out quickly to help her down. 'A right good gentleman,' She thought to herself. They looked around, "How about we go to The Three Broomsticks for lunch before we head out?" Harry asked as he put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Alex nodded her head, and they headed that way.
They stepped into the pub, and Alex saw Hermione there, patiently waiting. Alex gave her a reassuring wink, so that she knew that she meant to take her shopping later. Hermione looked relived and went back to silently reading her book. Both Harry and Alex sat in a booth, talking about school, home life, things that they already knew about each other, but somehow got a different depth of now. Harry dipped his finger in his Butterbeer, and twirled it around inside, making the foam move around. Alex looked at him, and imagined Harry on top her, touching her with those fingers, and a hot lance of lust shot through her body.
'Maybe we should have just skipped the food.' Alex thought as she held in a groan.
Authors Note:
Hello! This is one of the authors here, and I just wanted to say thank you to all of those who are reviewing our story, and please continue! LoL.hope you liked this chapter!
The next one will be out as soon as our Homework loads calm down a little, okay? But it's going to be a continuation of the date, and shopping with Hermione, and maybe we'll here a little insight on what Harry is telling his friends about Alex? Hmm. well, hope to hear from you soon!!
Thanks,
Dreamer Di Musica
Harry and Alex over the next couple of days, tried to avoid each other, but always seemed to end up seeing or sitting next to the other at least six times a day. And then, they had to spend an hour a night planning the ball, to which the paperwork was due in two days. Which is why they were seated on crystal blue armchairs in the Head Boy and Head Girls Common room with piles of lists around them trying to figure out if they wanted a theme or not.
"What harm is a theme?" Alex asked for the tenth time in the past twelve minutes. She looked a little flustered.
"The harm is that not everyone will like the theme! And it could be a little hard for some to actually find clothing that fits the theme! And I can go on!" Harry snapped. Alex was taken back. Harry had never snapped in her, in all the years that she had known him - while it might not be that long, he had never snapped at her.
"Are you okay, Harry?" she asked hesitantly.
Harry looked in Alex's eyes. 'No, I'm not okay.' He wanted to say to her, but all he did was nod his head and rub his temples. 'I find myself lusting after one of my best friends, wanting to know what her lips taste like, what it would feel like to have her withering underneath me, and the worst part is, I know that she doesn't care about me in any other way except friendship.'
"Don't worry about me, Alex. I'm fine."
Alex frowned at him. She knew that he was lying to her, and she was going to find out why. "You are not fine, I can see it in your eyes. Now, tell me, what is wrong?" she demanded.
"Nothing," he sighed.
"Harry James Potter! You are going to tell me what is wrong with you this instant or I'm going to hex you!"
"No you won't. And I don't have to tell you. You're not my mother." Harry growled.
Alex gasped in shock. 'He just told me off!' her mind screamed in amazement. "What happened to us, Harry? We used to tell each other everything. Now, now it seems like we're trying to hide everything from each other." She sighed sadly. She was losing one of her best friends just because she liked him in ways that did not bring friendship to mind.
"I don't know. But I know that I find myself dreaming about you at -" Harry ended abruptly, his eyes gone wide as he realized what he had admitted to her out loud.
And it was true, during the past five days he had been having erotic dreams of her. And then, last night he had a dream of him kneeling on one knee proposing his life to her in exchange for her hand in marriage, and to be truthfully honest, he was scared of that image.
"You-you've been having dreams of me!" Alex all but squeaked. Harry mutely nodded his head. Alex gulped in air, and hoped that she didn't hear an answer that she didn't want to hear with her next question. "Harry, do you like me? As more than a friend?" she blushed, and waited for Harry's answer. 'He's going to say no, I know he is. And then I'm going to be crushed. Real smart of you to ask a question that you already know the answer to Alex!' she mentally berated herself.
"Yes." Harry said in all honesty, causing Alex's eyes to widen.
"I'm sorry, I heard you wrong, did you just say yes?" She asked. Harry looked down at his hands, which were braced against his knees, and nodded his head. Alex let the breath that she wasn't even aware of holding out in one long whoosh. "That's good. That's really good, considering that I like you too." She smiled shyly.
Harry was looking at his hands, his back hunched, and his head hanging, when he heard Alex admit that she liked him in a small, soft voice. He blinked a few times just to make sure that he wasn't dazing off. Nope. Still here. His head shot up, and immediately clashed with the brilliant blue of hers. He swallowed hard, and asked, "Are you serious?"
Alex laughed and nodded her head. "I never thought that I'd see the day when Harry Potter had to ask that to a girl." She giggled.
"Yeah, well, this is different. You were my friend before I found out I liked you. The circumstances are different," Harry replied, looking flustered. "Yeah, true. So what do we do about it?" Alex asked as she waved a hand in between them.
Harry smiled. Trust Alex to try to figure out something as soon as it pops up. "Well, I figure that we can do one of three things. A. Ignore it - which I think is impossible," he interjected, "B. we can keep away from each other, or C. we can go out on a date."
Alex didn't even have to think about it. "When do you feel like going out?" she asked, causing Harry to grin at her, showing two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth.
"I was thinking about Sunday if that was okay with you."
"That's fine."
"Good. I'll wait for you by the front doors at . . . . Lets say, noon?"
"I'll be there."
"I'll be waiting." And with that, Harry got up and headed towards the portrait hole. He made it to the entranceway before he stopped. "Oops." He smiled as he pivoted and walked back to his seat. "I forgot that we had to finish the plans." He smiled, his cheeks looking a little pink.
"That's okay," Alex laughed. "Now, how about instead of a theme we just put restrictions on what they can wear. Like for girls, no dress robes, only dresses, and guys, no robes, pants and a button down shirt?" she compromised from their earlier argument, all the while staring into Harry's green eyes. They were so . . . green. They could always seem to capture her stare. Even before Alex realized that she liked him, she would always stare into Harry's eyes, much to his amusement. They tended to change sometimes. Like right now they were a deep Emerald green, when not even an hour ago they were a jade color. It was a little weird to watch the orbs change colors, but it was also. . . captivating too.
"Alex?" Harry asked for the third time while he waved a hand in front of her face.
Alex jumped back into reality and blushed crimson. "Sorry," she mumbled, "what did you say?"
"I said that your idea was wonderful. Now, what were you staring at?" He grinned. He knew that she was staring into his eyes. She always did that, and he had to admit, he enjoyed the feeling of being watched by Alexandra St. Raven. It was like her crystal blue orbs could look into a person's soul. And they did to his. She could always tell how he was by his eyes for some reason. She knew the colors of them better than anyone too he'd say. They spent the rest of the time, writing their plans out on parchments to give to all the Head of House teachers to read to their students after they asked Dumbledore's approval. All he said was, "This is for the students, and what could be better than one of their own organizing it?" Harry had never grinned so much in his life! He loved watching Alex during the classes that they had together, and thinking about her when she wasn't in his classes. He found himself thinking about her all the time now.
And Alex, she would look back at Harry during classes, and he would pretend to be listening to the teacher, but she knew he was looking at her from the corner of his eyes. Sometimes she would feel so compassionate toward him, just one glance at him, made her turn pink. She wanted to date Harry, more than she had ever wanted to date anyone else. Terry Boots included in that (her first boyfriend at Hogwarts. He was the hottest thing ever during that year, but that didn't make up for his amazingly dense brain.) They talked to each other more through body language than words now days, making Hermione and Ron believe that something had happened between the two.
Neither Harry nor Alex were sane since that night. Their thoughts were focused on only each other anymore. No one else. They both re-played that night in each of their heads, still not believing that they were going to go out. Then Saturday night came, and they both panicked. What will I wear? Do I look ok?
'I need a miracle' they both thought as they searched their wardrobes. Alex got walked out of her room, and made her way to the Gryffindor common room silently. 'What was the password again?' she wondered as she ignored the glances that were shot her way by the overprotective fat lady. "Oh! The password is 'Yesterday's Dreams'!" Alex smiled with satisfaction as t he portrait opened to reveal the gold and red common room.
Alex stepped in, and immediately searched for a certain brown haired bookworm. She wasn't there. 'Where in the world is that girl?' Alex wondered as she made her way to the girls dorm rooms. "Hermione?" she called out as she knocked on the 7th year girls door.
"Yes?" came the muffled reply from behind the door.
Alex turned the old brass doorknob and walked into the strongly smelling room. "What is that smell?" Alex coughed as she inhaled the strong scent of perfume. 'Someone does not know when enough is enough,' she thought as she helped Hermione open all of the windows in the room.
"That smell is from Lavender and Parvati and their perfumes. They can't smell that well, so they spray a ton of that crap on themselves before they go out. I guess I've just gotten used to it by now that I'm not affected by it anymore." Hermione explained.
"Oh." Alex said. "I have a favor to ask of you."
Hermione raised her eyebrow in question as she crossed her arms over her breasts. "And that would be?" she asked.
"Help me find something to wear on my date with Harry. I can't find anything!" Alex cried, causing Hermione to laugh.
"You weren't this nervous with Terry. You must really like Harry," she observed. "But yes, I will help you. But I have a favor to ask you in return. I need you to help me become more . . . desirable."
Alex looked at Hermione questioningly, and then the light clicked. "Draco Malfoy." She sighed. Hermione had been trying to get him to notice her for months, but she hadn't been successful. Ever since he saved her from falling down the stairs as they were moving in sixth year, she had gotten a crush on him, but sadly enough, Malfoy never seemed to notice her in return. "All right, I'll help you become more desirable. But that means that you are going to have to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. Harry and I are going to spend just a few of the hours that we have for the weekend together, because I wanted to start shopping for the dress that I want to wear to the ball, so you can come with me, okay?"
Hermione smiled brilliantly and nodded her head. "Come on then, lets go and find your outfit."
Alex smiled and led the way to the Head Common room.
~*~*~*~
The next morning, Alex woke up early, and jumped out of bed in excitement. Today is the day that she is going out with Harry! 'We're going out on a date, finally!' her mind rung as she showered.
Alex took care in getting ready. She powdered down, brushed her teeth, and curled her hair instead of doing a straightening charm like she usually did. Not that many people knew that her hair was curly because she usually always straightened it before she left her room. But Harry had seen her with her hair like this two days ago, and he had told her that he thought that she looked even more captivating with it like that.
Alex put on the minimal make-up; black eyeliner and mascara, silver eyeshadow, a dusting of powder, and lip gloss, and sprayed a light cloud of perfume, and walked slowly through it so that it could settle on her skin. She then slipped into the blue jean skirt that stopped at mid-thigh, and the white tank top that showed off her dragon bellybutton ring, and had a built in bra whose straps were studded with diamonds. She then put on her sapphire necklace that he father had given her two days before he died, and the diamond earrings that her grandmother gave her last year for her sixteenth birthday. She looked her self over in the mirror, and smiled in satisfaction. She looked exactly how she wanted to. Like she didn't try hard to impress him. After all, this was the sort of things that she always wore when she wasn't wearing her uniforms. So, he wouldn't know any better.
Alex searched her room for her white and dark blue vans, and put them on. She really hated wearing heels to walk in. They always seemed to pinch her feet after an hour of walking, making her moan and complain to whoever as near her.
Alex stood up, grabbed her white sweater, and making sure that money was in the pockets, threw it over her arm and made her way to the Great Hall in anticipation.
~*~*~*~
Harry had gotten up an hour before Alex, and by the time she was getting out of bed, Harry had already showered, ran a brush through his hair - which didn't do any good, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans with white stitching, and a white turtle neck sweater, and threw a black robe over his shoulders and made his way downstairs after spritzing himself with his cologne.
Harry saw Alex make her way through the crowd, and his mouth watered. She looked. . . delectable. Beautiful, and she was all his for today. The thought made him smile.
"You look gorgeous," he smiled as he kissed her cheek and laced his fingers through hers.
"Thank you," Alex smiled at him before turning her attention to the students that were waiting to go to Hogsmeade. "All right, today the curfew is set for 7:30 p.m. so remember to be at the carriage drop off before then or there is a chance that you might get left behind, and also remember that you are representing Hogwarts, and we expect you to be on your best behavior," Alex announced her usual announcement before opening the doors that led outside and made her way with Harry to their carriage.
Harry helped Alex step into the carriage, and thinks, 'And now, the date begins.' As he climb into the carriage behind her, ignoring the nice view that she had given him as she had climb into the vehicle. The ride to Hogsmeade was silent, both were to engrossed in their jitters to talk. 'I cant wait to be with her, near her, just the sight of her. . .maybe I'll take her, no I WILL take her. Just as soon as she's ready. But I don't I know if i can stand it any longer!' Harry thought as he looked at her sitting on the other side of the carriage. Alex knew what was going on in his mind - by the look on his face, and the slight bulging in his pants. 'I hope what ever is going on in his mind comes true. But then again, he's a guy, maybe I won't want that to happen . . . it could be anything.' she mused to herself. They got to Hogsmeade, Harry stepped out quickly to help her down. 'A right good gentleman,' She thought to herself. They looked around, "How about we go to The Three Broomsticks for lunch before we head out?" Harry asked as he put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Alex nodded her head, and they headed that way.
They stepped into the pub, and Alex saw Hermione there, patiently waiting. Alex gave her a reassuring wink, so that she knew that she meant to take her shopping later. Hermione looked relived and went back to silently reading her book. Both Harry and Alex sat in a booth, talking about school, home life, things that they already knew about each other, but somehow got a different depth of now. Harry dipped his finger in his Butterbeer, and twirled it around inside, making the foam move around. Alex looked at him, and imagined Harry on top her, touching her with those fingers, and a hot lance of lust shot through her body.
'Maybe we should have just skipped the food.' Alex thought as she held in a groan.
Authors Note:
Hello! This is one of the authors here, and I just wanted to say thank you to all of those who are reviewing our story, and please continue! LoL.hope you liked this chapter!
The next one will be out as soon as our Homework loads calm down a little, okay? But it's going to be a continuation of the date, and shopping with Hermione, and maybe we'll here a little insight on what Harry is telling his friends about Alex? Hmm. well, hope to hear from you soon!!
Thanks,
Dreamer Di Musica