Next chapter! Honestly, I do hope that you read the first chapter. Yeah, I'm going to be 'explaining' stuff throughout the whole thing, but it's always best to read this chapter by chapter. ^_^ Now we're jumping ahead to a while after classes have started at Hogwarts, as I'm too lazy to do a bloody transition. Read on!
Note: If any of this sounds really messed up (weird, I mean), I'm not on crack or pot or anything. I'd like some pot, but I'm too scared that I'll be in trouble. What I _am_ on is my lovely new incense - I burn it to calm my nerves (it's Anti-Stress, and Goddess knows I've a lot of that with midterms next week) and I think it has some weird side effects like me being more bonkers than before.
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Cy stared at her Potions homework, attempting to figure out what Snape was trying to get her to do.
"Add the leaves to the mixture, and bring it to a boil," she muttered, digging through the packets on the table in front of her. Not finding what she needed, she looked up, annoyed. "Who took my Mandrake leaves? Someone own up, blast it!" No one answered her, so she turned to the person nearest her and asked, "Have you seen my Mandrake leaves? They've gone missing, and they were here a moment a... go..." she trailed off, snatching the packet away from Caridwen.
"Oops, were those _your_ Mandrake leaves? Maybe you should watch them more carefully, or were you too flustered by Potter over there?" she asked sarcastically, motioning to Ron and Harry, who were playing a game of Gobstones near the fire.
"You're so annoying, Caridwen! Just go away and leave me alone, I reserved this table!" Her eyes flashed warningly, turning into firey gold.
"I don't see your name anywhere, Rhiannon." She had picked up Malfoy's habit of speaking, Cy noticed with disgust.
"Just, just leave me alone! I don't want to lose my temper, I still have Divination homework to do!" She turned away, almost overturning her cauldron by accident.
"Careful, Cy!" Hermione said, picking up her papers and moving a little bit away. "Take care, we don't want an accident. Snape didn't give you the best of potions to concoct."
"Great," she muttered, hurrying to finish the potion and write out her results. "At least he's stopped making us write those bloody essays," she reminded herself in an attempt to cheer up. Once she had tidied up the cauldron and ingredients, she pulled out her Divination book, turning to the page that she needed in order to write a small report about how the flames in a fire could tell the future.
"Fires are the most accurate way of foreseeing, as they are one of the major elements. They are more accurate than water, and much more reliable than the mental visions of one person. It does not take someone with the Sight to See anything in a fire, all it takes is someone with enough concentration and will-power to control the fire's mental rampaging." Cy summarized what she had read, adding in her own thoughts to make it seem more realistic. She double-checked her scrawl about the Divination homework, and groaned aloud.
"Harry! Have you done the fire-Seeing yet?" she yelled across the room. He glanced up, then shook his head.
"Damn!" she said with feeling, standing up and moving to sit on the floor right next to Harry's chair, which was closest to the fire. She blanked her mind as best she could, blocking out the stray thoughts of the others in the room, and gazed into the flickering orange flames, waiting for something, anything.
Half an hour later she had still seen nothing, and most of the students had left the Common Room and gone to bed. Cy noticed with disgust that none of her friends were in the room, annoyed that none had pulled her away from the fire. Deciding to give the stupid project another five minutes, then go to bed, she turned her face back to the flames.
A figure appeared, bent over a stack of books. He - or she - was standing in what looked like a modified bedroom, with jars lining the walls. As Cy watched, another figure came into view, and she stifled a gasp as she instantly recognized Wormtail - Peter Pettigrew - new hand and all. She leaned closer, straining to hear the muffled voices, trying to recognize the first figure. The picture changed, moved to an overhead view of what the first figure was looking at, and Cy almost fell into the fire, not expecting what she saw. It was Harry, asleep in the boy's dormitory. His sleep looked calm, but as she watched, she saw him contort in various manners, fighting something both mentally and physically. Wondering why she couldn't hear any of the telepaths, Cy remembered her mental wall and promptly dropped it, crying out as pain from Harry's mind swamped hers. She was still staring into the fire, and she fought to get a grip on herself again, biting hard on her fist to keep from crying out again. The hunched figure straightened, and Cy saw his face. Voldemort waved a hand and Wormtail moved away, and Voldemort sat in a chair.
"Honestly, Little Miss Telepath, what are you doing staring at me and what I do? How did you get through my guarding?" He looked bored, but grinned when her eyes widened in shock and she fought for something to say.
"How did you know I...?"
"Easy little spell, my dear. I didn't realize that there were any young telepaths out there - it's not exactly a common ability, you know." He frowned, then snapped his fingers and muttered something. The walls of the Common Room dissolved around her, and the walls of Voldemort's room came into view. Cy was still seated on the floor, but was right in front of Voldemort when everything focused. She scooted back, running into Wormtail.
"Master, what do you want with her?" Wormtail asked, putting a hand on her shoulder to restrain her.
"I want to speak with her, Wormtail, person to person. The whole fire thing gets boring after a while, and this is so much more... effective." He seemed bored again. "Go away, Wormtail, I'll handle things from here." Wormtail bowed and left, bolting the door behind him. Cy looked away from Voldemort, trying to find a way out. Suddenly, her knees buckled and she sat down hard on the carpeting. "There, so much nicer now. Guests shouldn't stand, you know," he chided her.
"I'm not your guest!" Cy shot up, more from fear than from any semblance of courage. Voldemort laughed his chilling laugh.
"Little girl, you are _indeed_ my guest! You are in my home, thus my guest. You don't think you're my _prisoner_, do you?" His face grew serious again. "Down to business. I did not bring you here to bicker about petty things like etiquette. Why were you watching me?"
"I, I, It was an assignment. I just stared into the fire and there you were," Cy said, rather against her will.
"Assignment. Hm. What class?"
"Divination." She didn't expect Voldemort to sit bolt upright, glaring at her.
"How _dare_ you take that class! How _dare_ you!" She looked at him in shock, unsure of how to answer his sudden outburst.
"Erm, it sounded like an okay thing to take..."
"When did you find out that you are telepathic?" He was still glaring, and Cy felt like bursting into tears.
"I don't know!" she wailed. "When I was little or something!" She didn't understand how the two were related, but, whenever she wanted to not answer a question, she felt forced to answer.
"Stupid child, you don't know of the connection between telepathy and Seeing?" Voldemort asked in disgust.
"No..."
"Some people are more telepathic than others. Others have no telepathic abilities at all, and are very logical. They are often the Muggles or Mudbloods. There are, of course, quirks and exceptions to the rule. The more telepathic you are, the better at Divination you end up being, if you can focus in the right manner on your element. Of course, finding the sort of Divination that you are best at is always a trial. You obviously have really good range. I won't tell you how far I am from Hogwarts, but I'm much further than you'd think. And, you also obviously can Divinate with Fire. I am telepathic, quite strong, and I use Air. That is why I knew you were watching me, my dear. Now, will you See something for me? I'd like to See Dumbledore, but I cannot get to him, as he is guarded against my talents." He looked somewhat intrigued, but also very annoyed, as though he thought he was the best telepath in the world.
"Ye... No. No, I will not. I refuse." Cy felt like she jolted back into her body as she refused to help Voldemort, almost as though he had been taking control of her completely. Voldemort began to laugh again.
"Very well, my dear! Oh, I'm not disappointed in the least! I've already learned plenty of what I need to know, and it will be easy enough to learn the rest. You can go now, and I will see you again later." He snapped his fingers again, and Cy was back in the Gryffindor Common Room. She stood up, stretching sore muscles and puzzling over everything that had happened.
"What did he learn?" she asked herself, scribbling some notes on a blank parchment and scrawling a made-up story on the paper labelled Divination. Gathering up the rest of her books, she dropped them back off in the Girl's Dormitory, and sat on her bed. "That was really weird..." She automatically reached up to her neck for a pendant that she wore, fiddling with it. The pendant was a sword, and she dropped it in shock when she felt something run down her arm. Looking at her palm, she saw a huge cut, one much bigger than the pendant. Cy picked up her bedside mirror, looking at her pendant. It was coated in red - her blood - but had a huge black V on the reverse side of the hilt.
'Take care with what you say and do, Telepath. I'm watching you,' came a faint, but horribly familiar, voice from the back of her mind. Cy glanced up, eyes widened in fear at the thought of Lord Voldemort keeping an eye on her. She changed and got ready for bed, but stopped when she felt a weird prickling at the back of her mind. The prickling quickly grew to a stabbing pain, and Cy fell to her knees, frantically fighting against what was going on.
When the pain had subsided, she heard another voice calling her, and the knot in her stomach loosened when she realized that it was not Voldemort. The voice grew more and more frantic, crescendoing into a scream, making Cy leap to her feet and scramble out of the Girl's Dormitory, heading for the other side of Gryffindor Tower at a run. She stopped at the door to Harry's room, quieting her footsteps so as not to wake the other boys. Easily finding her way around the mess of trunks, she reached Harry's bed and pulled aside the curtain of his four-poster.
"Harry?" she whispered, trying to jolt him back into complete consciousness with her voice. She reached out a hand and touched his shoulder, biting back a scream as he sat up in the blink of an eye, grabbing her and putting a hand against her mouth so that she wouldn't make any more noise. The curtain was pushed back as she was pulled onto his bed, struggling valiantly.
'Harry! Let me go!' she shrieked, fear lacing her mental voice. She was pulled very tightly against him, and her struggle to free herself turned into a struggle to breathe, as Harry was crushing her. She yelled at him mentally as loud as she could, trying to get him to realize what he was doing. His free hand was moving all over her body like the attendant's had, but then he stopped suddenly, and pulled away from her. Cy was in tears, and curled up into a little ball on the edge of the bed, crying silently onto her knees. A few moments later a gentle hand landed on her back, and she slowly looked up into Harry's eyes. He had the decency to look embarrassed, but he also looked angry and confused. At whom, himself or her, Cy couldn't tell.
'Cy, did I hurt you?' He knew better than to speak aloud, in case the nearby boys woke up, and both knew that he was in a sense asking two questions - if she was hurt and what he did. Blinking back tears, Cy waited a moment before answering.
'You scared me, Harry. It was like... at the Emporium... I couldn't get free, but you got a hold on yourself or something.' She lifted a hand to her face to wipe away her tears, leaving a streak of blood down her cheek.
'My God... What happened?' Harry reached out, taking her wounded hand and examining the cut. 'How did you manage this?' Cy reached for her sword pendant, but found that it wasn't there anymore.
'I can't remember,' she faltered. Harry looked up into her face again.
'That's a bad cut. You need to be more careful. I don't want you to die.' He sounded sincere, and there was a long pause before he spoke again. 'I don't know what happened. It was as though someone else took over my body - I had no control, and it took a lot to get in control again.' He stared at her hand, mulling things over. 'I'm very sorry, Cy. Can you ever forgive me?'
Cy was going to ask him about what she had seen earlier, but decided against it. 'I forgive you, Harry. Things happen. Maybe Voldemort found some way to control you or something.' She knew that Harry hated all of the business with saying "You-Know-Who" instead of Voldemort, and since she never mentioned the Dark Lord around her mother, she found it easy to call him Voldemort.
'I don't know...' Harry sounded confused and very ashamed. 'Almost as though someone was reading my thoughts, my deepest...' he trailed off, blushing. Cy touched her un-injured hand to his cheek, and he gently took it, resting his head against her hand and closing his eyes momentarily. 'I'll make it up to you, Cy. Somehow. I promise.'
'You don't have to, Harry. I understand.' She didn't feel at all tired anymore, and nonchalantly scooted nearer to Harry. He gently took her into his arms, and she leaned against his chest, both content to just sit for the time being. Cy was starting to doze off when Harry said something aloud.
"What?" she asked quietly.
"I said that you fit there as though you were meant to." He smiled kindly at her, and she turned her head so that she could see him better.
"Maybe I _am_ meant to," she whispered back, nestling into the crook of his arm with a quiet sigh. Harry chuckled, pulling her a bit closer.
"Maybe you are," he mused. Glancing back to Cy's face, he noticed that her eyes were closed. He bent down a little bit, heart beating rapidly, and gave her what he had intended to be a quick kiss. He certainly had not expected her to kiss him back, one hand moving up to rest on the back of his neck, the other going to his right arm. His left arm automatically went around her waist more securely, holding her to him. They slowly pulled apart, gazing at each other. A moment later, Cy swung her legs off the bed and turned to go.
'I'd best leave. Don't want anyone waking you up early and getting a big shock or anything.' Harry nodded, and Cy left as quietly as she had come, heading back for her Dorm and taking care not to wake anyone up. As she was settling down into bed, she heard Harry's tremulous voice softly speak.
'I love you, Cy. I'm so sorry about what happened.'
'It's okay, Harry, really. You've more than made anything up to me.' She smiled when she felt some of his relief wash over her. 'I love you too, Harry.'
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*smap* Love scene! Gah! *swack* *thwack* Okay, what is _with_ me? I know that I'll never be able to keep a bf for long, but yet I continue to write this love scenes. I'll just get all of this out of my system and go home. Okay, So Harry's been harbouring a crush for some time now, and it's only just come out. No, I'm not going to tell you if Voldemort possessed Harry or anything. I think that we'll find that out _later_. So keep your eyes peel and keep looking for updates. They may be infrequent, what with life, but they won't stop until the story is over (I think). ^_^
Note: If any of this sounds really messed up (weird, I mean), I'm not on crack or pot or anything. I'd like some pot, but I'm too scared that I'll be in trouble. What I _am_ on is my lovely new incense - I burn it to calm my nerves (it's Anti-Stress, and Goddess knows I've a lot of that with midterms next week) and I think it has some weird side effects like me being more bonkers than before.
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Cy stared at her Potions homework, attempting to figure out what Snape was trying to get her to do.
"Add the leaves to the mixture, and bring it to a boil," she muttered, digging through the packets on the table in front of her. Not finding what she needed, she looked up, annoyed. "Who took my Mandrake leaves? Someone own up, blast it!" No one answered her, so she turned to the person nearest her and asked, "Have you seen my Mandrake leaves? They've gone missing, and they were here a moment a... go..." she trailed off, snatching the packet away from Caridwen.
"Oops, were those _your_ Mandrake leaves? Maybe you should watch them more carefully, or were you too flustered by Potter over there?" she asked sarcastically, motioning to Ron and Harry, who were playing a game of Gobstones near the fire.
"You're so annoying, Caridwen! Just go away and leave me alone, I reserved this table!" Her eyes flashed warningly, turning into firey gold.
"I don't see your name anywhere, Rhiannon." She had picked up Malfoy's habit of speaking, Cy noticed with disgust.
"Just, just leave me alone! I don't want to lose my temper, I still have Divination homework to do!" She turned away, almost overturning her cauldron by accident.
"Careful, Cy!" Hermione said, picking up her papers and moving a little bit away. "Take care, we don't want an accident. Snape didn't give you the best of potions to concoct."
"Great," she muttered, hurrying to finish the potion and write out her results. "At least he's stopped making us write those bloody essays," she reminded herself in an attempt to cheer up. Once she had tidied up the cauldron and ingredients, she pulled out her Divination book, turning to the page that she needed in order to write a small report about how the flames in a fire could tell the future.
"Fires are the most accurate way of foreseeing, as they are one of the major elements. They are more accurate than water, and much more reliable than the mental visions of one person. It does not take someone with the Sight to See anything in a fire, all it takes is someone with enough concentration and will-power to control the fire's mental rampaging." Cy summarized what she had read, adding in her own thoughts to make it seem more realistic. She double-checked her scrawl about the Divination homework, and groaned aloud.
"Harry! Have you done the fire-Seeing yet?" she yelled across the room. He glanced up, then shook his head.
"Damn!" she said with feeling, standing up and moving to sit on the floor right next to Harry's chair, which was closest to the fire. She blanked her mind as best she could, blocking out the stray thoughts of the others in the room, and gazed into the flickering orange flames, waiting for something, anything.
Half an hour later she had still seen nothing, and most of the students had left the Common Room and gone to bed. Cy noticed with disgust that none of her friends were in the room, annoyed that none had pulled her away from the fire. Deciding to give the stupid project another five minutes, then go to bed, she turned her face back to the flames.
A figure appeared, bent over a stack of books. He - or she - was standing in what looked like a modified bedroom, with jars lining the walls. As Cy watched, another figure came into view, and she stifled a gasp as she instantly recognized Wormtail - Peter Pettigrew - new hand and all. She leaned closer, straining to hear the muffled voices, trying to recognize the first figure. The picture changed, moved to an overhead view of what the first figure was looking at, and Cy almost fell into the fire, not expecting what she saw. It was Harry, asleep in the boy's dormitory. His sleep looked calm, but as she watched, she saw him contort in various manners, fighting something both mentally and physically. Wondering why she couldn't hear any of the telepaths, Cy remembered her mental wall and promptly dropped it, crying out as pain from Harry's mind swamped hers. She was still staring into the fire, and she fought to get a grip on herself again, biting hard on her fist to keep from crying out again. The hunched figure straightened, and Cy saw his face. Voldemort waved a hand and Wormtail moved away, and Voldemort sat in a chair.
"Honestly, Little Miss Telepath, what are you doing staring at me and what I do? How did you get through my guarding?" He looked bored, but grinned when her eyes widened in shock and she fought for something to say.
"How did you know I...?"
"Easy little spell, my dear. I didn't realize that there were any young telepaths out there - it's not exactly a common ability, you know." He frowned, then snapped his fingers and muttered something. The walls of the Common Room dissolved around her, and the walls of Voldemort's room came into view. Cy was still seated on the floor, but was right in front of Voldemort when everything focused. She scooted back, running into Wormtail.
"Master, what do you want with her?" Wormtail asked, putting a hand on her shoulder to restrain her.
"I want to speak with her, Wormtail, person to person. The whole fire thing gets boring after a while, and this is so much more... effective." He seemed bored again. "Go away, Wormtail, I'll handle things from here." Wormtail bowed and left, bolting the door behind him. Cy looked away from Voldemort, trying to find a way out. Suddenly, her knees buckled and she sat down hard on the carpeting. "There, so much nicer now. Guests shouldn't stand, you know," he chided her.
"I'm not your guest!" Cy shot up, more from fear than from any semblance of courage. Voldemort laughed his chilling laugh.
"Little girl, you are _indeed_ my guest! You are in my home, thus my guest. You don't think you're my _prisoner_, do you?" His face grew serious again. "Down to business. I did not bring you here to bicker about petty things like etiquette. Why were you watching me?"
"I, I, It was an assignment. I just stared into the fire and there you were," Cy said, rather against her will.
"Assignment. Hm. What class?"
"Divination." She didn't expect Voldemort to sit bolt upright, glaring at her.
"How _dare_ you take that class! How _dare_ you!" She looked at him in shock, unsure of how to answer his sudden outburst.
"Erm, it sounded like an okay thing to take..."
"When did you find out that you are telepathic?" He was still glaring, and Cy felt like bursting into tears.
"I don't know!" she wailed. "When I was little or something!" She didn't understand how the two were related, but, whenever she wanted to not answer a question, she felt forced to answer.
"Stupid child, you don't know of the connection between telepathy and Seeing?" Voldemort asked in disgust.
"No..."
"Some people are more telepathic than others. Others have no telepathic abilities at all, and are very logical. They are often the Muggles or Mudbloods. There are, of course, quirks and exceptions to the rule. The more telepathic you are, the better at Divination you end up being, if you can focus in the right manner on your element. Of course, finding the sort of Divination that you are best at is always a trial. You obviously have really good range. I won't tell you how far I am from Hogwarts, but I'm much further than you'd think. And, you also obviously can Divinate with Fire. I am telepathic, quite strong, and I use Air. That is why I knew you were watching me, my dear. Now, will you See something for me? I'd like to See Dumbledore, but I cannot get to him, as he is guarded against my talents." He looked somewhat intrigued, but also very annoyed, as though he thought he was the best telepath in the world.
"Ye... No. No, I will not. I refuse." Cy felt like she jolted back into her body as she refused to help Voldemort, almost as though he had been taking control of her completely. Voldemort began to laugh again.
"Very well, my dear! Oh, I'm not disappointed in the least! I've already learned plenty of what I need to know, and it will be easy enough to learn the rest. You can go now, and I will see you again later." He snapped his fingers again, and Cy was back in the Gryffindor Common Room. She stood up, stretching sore muscles and puzzling over everything that had happened.
"What did he learn?" she asked herself, scribbling some notes on a blank parchment and scrawling a made-up story on the paper labelled Divination. Gathering up the rest of her books, she dropped them back off in the Girl's Dormitory, and sat on her bed. "That was really weird..." She automatically reached up to her neck for a pendant that she wore, fiddling with it. The pendant was a sword, and she dropped it in shock when she felt something run down her arm. Looking at her palm, she saw a huge cut, one much bigger than the pendant. Cy picked up her bedside mirror, looking at her pendant. It was coated in red - her blood - but had a huge black V on the reverse side of the hilt.
'Take care with what you say and do, Telepath. I'm watching you,' came a faint, but horribly familiar, voice from the back of her mind. Cy glanced up, eyes widened in fear at the thought of Lord Voldemort keeping an eye on her. She changed and got ready for bed, but stopped when she felt a weird prickling at the back of her mind. The prickling quickly grew to a stabbing pain, and Cy fell to her knees, frantically fighting against what was going on.
When the pain had subsided, she heard another voice calling her, and the knot in her stomach loosened when she realized that it was not Voldemort. The voice grew more and more frantic, crescendoing into a scream, making Cy leap to her feet and scramble out of the Girl's Dormitory, heading for the other side of Gryffindor Tower at a run. She stopped at the door to Harry's room, quieting her footsteps so as not to wake the other boys. Easily finding her way around the mess of trunks, she reached Harry's bed and pulled aside the curtain of his four-poster.
"Harry?" she whispered, trying to jolt him back into complete consciousness with her voice. She reached out a hand and touched his shoulder, biting back a scream as he sat up in the blink of an eye, grabbing her and putting a hand against her mouth so that she wouldn't make any more noise. The curtain was pushed back as she was pulled onto his bed, struggling valiantly.
'Harry! Let me go!' she shrieked, fear lacing her mental voice. She was pulled very tightly against him, and her struggle to free herself turned into a struggle to breathe, as Harry was crushing her. She yelled at him mentally as loud as she could, trying to get him to realize what he was doing. His free hand was moving all over her body like the attendant's had, but then he stopped suddenly, and pulled away from her. Cy was in tears, and curled up into a little ball on the edge of the bed, crying silently onto her knees. A few moments later a gentle hand landed on her back, and she slowly looked up into Harry's eyes. He had the decency to look embarrassed, but he also looked angry and confused. At whom, himself or her, Cy couldn't tell.
'Cy, did I hurt you?' He knew better than to speak aloud, in case the nearby boys woke up, and both knew that he was in a sense asking two questions - if she was hurt and what he did. Blinking back tears, Cy waited a moment before answering.
'You scared me, Harry. It was like... at the Emporium... I couldn't get free, but you got a hold on yourself or something.' She lifted a hand to her face to wipe away her tears, leaving a streak of blood down her cheek.
'My God... What happened?' Harry reached out, taking her wounded hand and examining the cut. 'How did you manage this?' Cy reached for her sword pendant, but found that it wasn't there anymore.
'I can't remember,' she faltered. Harry looked up into her face again.
'That's a bad cut. You need to be more careful. I don't want you to die.' He sounded sincere, and there was a long pause before he spoke again. 'I don't know what happened. It was as though someone else took over my body - I had no control, and it took a lot to get in control again.' He stared at her hand, mulling things over. 'I'm very sorry, Cy. Can you ever forgive me?'
Cy was going to ask him about what she had seen earlier, but decided against it. 'I forgive you, Harry. Things happen. Maybe Voldemort found some way to control you or something.' She knew that Harry hated all of the business with saying "You-Know-Who" instead of Voldemort, and since she never mentioned the Dark Lord around her mother, she found it easy to call him Voldemort.
'I don't know...' Harry sounded confused and very ashamed. 'Almost as though someone was reading my thoughts, my deepest...' he trailed off, blushing. Cy touched her un-injured hand to his cheek, and he gently took it, resting his head against her hand and closing his eyes momentarily. 'I'll make it up to you, Cy. Somehow. I promise.'
'You don't have to, Harry. I understand.' She didn't feel at all tired anymore, and nonchalantly scooted nearer to Harry. He gently took her into his arms, and she leaned against his chest, both content to just sit for the time being. Cy was starting to doze off when Harry said something aloud.
"What?" she asked quietly.
"I said that you fit there as though you were meant to." He smiled kindly at her, and she turned her head so that she could see him better.
"Maybe I _am_ meant to," she whispered back, nestling into the crook of his arm with a quiet sigh. Harry chuckled, pulling her a bit closer.
"Maybe you are," he mused. Glancing back to Cy's face, he noticed that her eyes were closed. He bent down a little bit, heart beating rapidly, and gave her what he had intended to be a quick kiss. He certainly had not expected her to kiss him back, one hand moving up to rest on the back of his neck, the other going to his right arm. His left arm automatically went around her waist more securely, holding her to him. They slowly pulled apart, gazing at each other. A moment later, Cy swung her legs off the bed and turned to go.
'I'd best leave. Don't want anyone waking you up early and getting a big shock or anything.' Harry nodded, and Cy left as quietly as she had come, heading back for her Dorm and taking care not to wake anyone up. As she was settling down into bed, she heard Harry's tremulous voice softly speak.
'I love you, Cy. I'm so sorry about what happened.'
'It's okay, Harry, really. You've more than made anything up to me.' She smiled when she felt some of his relief wash over her. 'I love you too, Harry.'
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*smap* Love scene! Gah! *swack* *thwack* Okay, what is _with_ me? I know that I'll never be able to keep a bf for long, but yet I continue to write this love scenes. I'll just get all of this out of my system and go home. Okay, So Harry's been harbouring a crush for some time now, and it's only just come out. No, I'm not going to tell you if Voldemort possessed Harry or anything. I think that we'll find that out _later_. So keep your eyes peel and keep looking for updates. They may be infrequent, what with life, but they won't stop until the story is over (I think). ^_^