Blurry
Chapter nine
By WeasleyLover2
You know I don't own anything except the plot. Blah, blah, blah. Go read the disclaimer in my other chapters if you really have the urge to. Happy reading!
They sat there, talking. About nothing in particular, just enjoying each other's company. But eventually they fell silent, with only the scratching of the quill on the paper to disturb their thoughts.
Of coarse, Harry's thoughts consisted of Lavender. He was wondering how these feelings had come about. He accepted them a while ago, but he still couldn't figure out why this had happened to him, and now, of all times. She just broke up with her steady boyfriend, and he'd been cheating on her all along. And now all Harry wanted to do was kiss her. He couldn't stop thinking about it.
(Haha! We don't go into Lavender's mind…I'll leave you in suspense…but not for long…)
Harry looked over at her. She was staring into the fire, deep in thought. The firelight flickered across her face, making her face shadowed and lit up perfectly. Harry got lost just staring at her, when suddenly she looked over at him. She smiled gently and said: "I think it should be half-way done now. You can go change it to your handwriting if you want."
Harry turned red and shook his head in agreement and said the spell and touched to quill. Immediately it changed to his handwriting and it was now writing in Harry's usual black ink. He watched it for a moment then went back to the couch. Lavender was now lying across the couch. She had her head on one end and her feet on the other. When Harry came over he was slightly disappointed that she'd kicked him off the couch, but when she saw him she immediately moved her feet so there was room for him. He smiled at her and sat down. She put her feet on his lap.
"Sorry, but I just really need to stretch out, sitting down all day just doesn't agree with me." She apologized.
"That's ok," Harry told her smiling. "I completely understand." And they went back to their comfortable silence. Harry looked down at her feet. Her toenails were painted a very sexy pink. Then he got an idea.
He looked down at Lavender. She was staring at the ceiling, in her own little world. Harry stroked the sole of her foot; she twitched. He grinned and started tickling her feet. She immediately started to squirm and giggle.
"Harry! Stop it!" she squealed threw her laughter.
"Hush!" he told her. "You'll wake someone!" But he just kept on tickling her.
She was now squirming like ants in her shorts. He had obviously found her weak spot. Suddenly she fell off the couch and onto the floor. Harry let her feet go and looked down at her.
She was laughing.
She was having a giggling fit. Harry rolled his eyes but started laughing too. "Are you alright?" he asked when they'd calmed down as he offered his hand to her to get up.
She gave him a look, took his hand, and pulled him down to the floor with her. She giggled. "Ha!" she said as she got up.
But Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her down again. They started a little scuffle, rolling, tickling, giggling, and on a few occasions some pinching occurred (that'd be from Lavender.)
Harry eventually pinned her. He had her arms pinned to the floor with his hands and was straddling her. (I know that doesn't sound good, but you know what I mean) "I got you," he laughed, grinning.
Lavender wrenched an arm free and grabbed a handful of his dark, raven hair. "Let me go Harry!"
Harry just grinned back at her. "Nope. And it's too short to get a good grasp on it…"
She yanked his head down so their noses were touching. "Oh really?" she grinned at him. "Get off Potter!" she said giggling.
But they were lost in the moment. Both forgot the time, the day, the situation. The report, the surroundings, everything.
Lavender loosed her hold on his hair. They were looking straight into each other's eyes, into each other's souls. Harry tilted his head slightly, closed the gap, and kissed her. 'What the hell am I doing?' crossed his mind, but was lost a second later when she returned the kiss. They both felt a warm sensation creep threw their bodies. For the time being they were one.
They broke away and just stared into each other's eyes. "I love you," Harry whispered to her.
For a second her warm eyes turned cold. But the look was gone in a second. "Do you mean it?" she asked him in and undertone.
He got off her and lay down on the floor beside her. "Of coarse I do. Lav, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, and I wouldn't say that to just anybody. And I really mean it."
She looked over at him, ran her hand threw his hair, and gave him a quick kiss. "I love you too."
Just then they heard the scratching of the quill stop and the quiet tap of it falling over.
"Screw the report," Harry told her as he wrapped his arm around her.
She giggled. "We'd better get to bed Harry. It's getting really late," she told him seriously.
"Alright," he sighed and got up. He offered his hand and she accepted. They went over to their table to make sure the essay was long enough. Lavender was skimming it when Harry let out a huge yawn.
Lavender looked at him. "Go to bed Harry, I'll finish this."
"Are you sure?" he asked, but he was grateful for her command.
She nodded. "Of course! It's only one sentence."
He grinned weakly and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Night Lav."
"Night Harry."
Lavender turned back to the report. She had no idea how she could come up with an ending sentence with all that'd went on. But then it suddenly came to her.
"And yet, threw all our research, I've discovered that you can't predict all things; and sometimes it's better that way." She wrote it herself and signed the paper. Harry could sign it in the morning. She packed up their papers and went to bed.
The end.
You like? I couldn't resist. I had to post this chapter ASAP! I just loved the story! It was so much fun to write! And don't worry; there will be a sequel to this story. How could I resist? lol
Well, read and review please! I luv you all! Happy reading!
~WeasleyLover2~
"Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss; everyday I love you more and more. Listen to my heart; can you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change; winter to spring. But I love you, until the end of time. Come what may…come what may. I will love you until my dyeing day."
"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waist, it all revolves around you."
"And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide. Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide. But I love you; I love you, until the end, until the end, of time. Come what may, come what may. I will love you until my dying day."
Sorry, couldn't resist. I love that song! I had to finish it!
Chapter nine
By WeasleyLover2
You know I don't own anything except the plot. Blah, blah, blah. Go read the disclaimer in my other chapters if you really have the urge to. Happy reading!
They sat there, talking. About nothing in particular, just enjoying each other's company. But eventually they fell silent, with only the scratching of the quill on the paper to disturb their thoughts.
Of coarse, Harry's thoughts consisted of Lavender. He was wondering how these feelings had come about. He accepted them a while ago, but he still couldn't figure out why this had happened to him, and now, of all times. She just broke up with her steady boyfriend, and he'd been cheating on her all along. And now all Harry wanted to do was kiss her. He couldn't stop thinking about it.
(Haha! We don't go into Lavender's mind…I'll leave you in suspense…but not for long…)
Harry looked over at her. She was staring into the fire, deep in thought. The firelight flickered across her face, making her face shadowed and lit up perfectly. Harry got lost just staring at her, when suddenly she looked over at him. She smiled gently and said: "I think it should be half-way done now. You can go change it to your handwriting if you want."
Harry turned red and shook his head in agreement and said the spell and touched to quill. Immediately it changed to his handwriting and it was now writing in Harry's usual black ink. He watched it for a moment then went back to the couch. Lavender was now lying across the couch. She had her head on one end and her feet on the other. When Harry came over he was slightly disappointed that she'd kicked him off the couch, but when she saw him she immediately moved her feet so there was room for him. He smiled at her and sat down. She put her feet on his lap.
"Sorry, but I just really need to stretch out, sitting down all day just doesn't agree with me." She apologized.
"That's ok," Harry told her smiling. "I completely understand." And they went back to their comfortable silence. Harry looked down at her feet. Her toenails were painted a very sexy pink. Then he got an idea.
He looked down at Lavender. She was staring at the ceiling, in her own little world. Harry stroked the sole of her foot; she twitched. He grinned and started tickling her feet. She immediately started to squirm and giggle.
"Harry! Stop it!" she squealed threw her laughter.
"Hush!" he told her. "You'll wake someone!" But he just kept on tickling her.
She was now squirming like ants in her shorts. He had obviously found her weak spot. Suddenly she fell off the couch and onto the floor. Harry let her feet go and looked down at her.
She was laughing.
She was having a giggling fit. Harry rolled his eyes but started laughing too. "Are you alright?" he asked when they'd calmed down as he offered his hand to her to get up.
She gave him a look, took his hand, and pulled him down to the floor with her. She giggled. "Ha!" she said as she got up.
But Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her down again. They started a little scuffle, rolling, tickling, giggling, and on a few occasions some pinching occurred (that'd be from Lavender.)
Harry eventually pinned her. He had her arms pinned to the floor with his hands and was straddling her. (I know that doesn't sound good, but you know what I mean) "I got you," he laughed, grinning.
Lavender wrenched an arm free and grabbed a handful of his dark, raven hair. "Let me go Harry!"
Harry just grinned back at her. "Nope. And it's too short to get a good grasp on it…"
She yanked his head down so their noses were touching. "Oh really?" she grinned at him. "Get off Potter!" she said giggling.
But they were lost in the moment. Both forgot the time, the day, the situation. The report, the surroundings, everything.
Lavender loosed her hold on his hair. They were looking straight into each other's eyes, into each other's souls. Harry tilted his head slightly, closed the gap, and kissed her. 'What the hell am I doing?' crossed his mind, but was lost a second later when she returned the kiss. They both felt a warm sensation creep threw their bodies. For the time being they were one.
They broke away and just stared into each other's eyes. "I love you," Harry whispered to her.
For a second her warm eyes turned cold. But the look was gone in a second. "Do you mean it?" she asked him in and undertone.
He got off her and lay down on the floor beside her. "Of coarse I do. Lav, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, and I wouldn't say that to just anybody. And I really mean it."
She looked over at him, ran her hand threw his hair, and gave him a quick kiss. "I love you too."
Just then they heard the scratching of the quill stop and the quiet tap of it falling over.
"Screw the report," Harry told her as he wrapped his arm around her.
She giggled. "We'd better get to bed Harry. It's getting really late," she told him seriously.
"Alright," he sighed and got up. He offered his hand and she accepted. They went over to their table to make sure the essay was long enough. Lavender was skimming it when Harry let out a huge yawn.
Lavender looked at him. "Go to bed Harry, I'll finish this."
"Are you sure?" he asked, but he was grateful for her command.
She nodded. "Of course! It's only one sentence."
He grinned weakly and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Night Lav."
"Night Harry."
Lavender turned back to the report. She had no idea how she could come up with an ending sentence with all that'd went on. But then it suddenly came to her.
"And yet, threw all our research, I've discovered that you can't predict all things; and sometimes it's better that way." She wrote it herself and signed the paper. Harry could sign it in the morning. She packed up their papers and went to bed.
The end.
You like? I couldn't resist. I had to post this chapter ASAP! I just loved the story! It was so much fun to write! And don't worry; there will be a sequel to this story. How could I resist? lol
Well, read and review please! I luv you all! Happy reading!
~WeasleyLover2~
"Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss; everyday I love you more and more. Listen to my heart; can you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change; winter to spring. But I love you, until the end of time. Come what may…come what may. I will love you until my dyeing day."
"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waist, it all revolves around you."
"And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide. Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide. But I love you; I love you, until the end, until the end, of time. Come what may, come what may. I will love you until my dying day."
Sorry, couldn't resist. I love that song! I had to finish it!