By Dreamer Di Musica
Chapter 9
Harry yawned hugely when he woke up the next morning, and tilted his head fractionally to look down at the peacefully sleeping figure of his girlfriend. He still couldn't believe that they had finally had their first kiss together last night.
No kiss had ever shocked him like that. It was as if he had been shot with a bolt of lightening when their lips had touched. It was pure magic.
Harry smiled, and softly brushed Alex's hair behind her ear, causing her to scrunch up her nose at the touch and snuggle into Harry's body further than she already was. With one of her legs thrown over his, and her arm draped across his chest, and her head resting on his shoulder, he decided that he became her bed.
Harry looked around the room as he tried to figure out a way to get out of his bed without waking up Alex. And that's when he spotted the letter that was sitting on the table across the room. With a frown, Harry concentrated on untangling himself from Alex.
After ten minutes of hard work, he managed to get out of bed, leaving behind a sleeping girlfriend.
Harry stared at the envelope with wary eyes. The scarlet red words stared up at him, taunting him. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that was telling him to simply burn the letter and forget that it had even existed. But he couldn't do that.
With hesitant hands, Harry snatched the cream colored envelope off of the table and opened it up, withdrawing a sheet of parchment with the same old looking loopy handwriting, in the same shade of scarlet red.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
Your time is limited. Make your decisions wisely. For within time, everything you hold dear, will become mine.
Just remember this; the ones who mean the most to you, are the ones that can hurt you the most. You're stronger without them all.
Ll vostro assassino
Harry's eyes widened in fear. Within the years that he's known Alex, she had taught him the Italian language. Some of it. Enough of the language to know that whoever had sent this letter signed it 'Your Killer'.
"Harry?" a sleepy voice called from the direction of his bed.
Harry jumped slightly and quickly stashed all evidence of the letter in the garbage can that was conveniently located next to the table.
"Hmm?" he asked as he turned around to look at her.
"What are you doing out of bed so early? It's only six-thirty," Alex yawned as she looked at him. He looked simply delicious in the mornings, with his green eyes blurred with sleep, his hair in a bigger disarray than normal, and a languid flow to his movements.
"I needed to restore blood movement to my body, seeing as you took it upon yourself to make me into your living bed last night," he told her teasingly as he walked back over to the bed and crawled under the covers and pulled her close to him. He was determined not to let that letter affect how he acted. It simply wasn't going to happen.
"Oh, so it's my fault that you tend to pull me closer to you while we're sleeping, now is it?" Alex asked, trying to scowl at him, but failing miserably.
"Yep, it is!" Harry laughed, earning himself a light punch in the shoulder from Alex.
"Ow! That hurt!" He pouted, rubbing his arm in a exaggerating manner.
"Stop acting like a lil boy," Alex told him as she settled her head on his chest, and listened to the soft rhythm of his heart beating.
"Hey! I resent that," he told her with a scowl, "I'm not a lil boy. And just to prove it to you," he trailed off as he lifted her head off his chest, and laid his lips softly on hers.
Alex sighed as she felt Harry's tongue massaging hers.
Harry smiled to himself when he felt Alex sigh through their kiss and pulled back. "Now, could a lil boy make you feel that with simply a kiss?" he asked arrogantly.
Alex glared at him briefly before giggling softly as she settled her head back down over Harry's heart. He made her laugh at the oddest of times.
Harry stroked Alex's hair softly as she drifted off to sleep. His mind wandered back to that note that he had received. Who would want what he has? What good would that do anyone?
All these questions and more were flashing through Harry's head as he fell asleep, his arms unconsciously tightening around Alex's body, scared to let her go in fear that she'd leave.
Authors Note:
I am soooo sorry. I've been a very bad author. I know. I'm sorry.
I haven't sent this chapter to my partner, so once again, I'm the only one working on this. I haven't been able to find time to compare and work on this story along with Kel, so sorry if it's not up to usual standards.
I'm sorry for the long wait. I really am.
And thank you to all of those who reviewed. I really appreciate it. And so does my partner.
Thanks.
And Review please! If you all are nice enough, I might get a chapter out before Monday.
Mistress del Mare,
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