[Xanne and Harry alone in a corridor.what would you do?]
Chapter VI: The Pool
"So what did you need to tell me?" Harry asked, clearly recognizing the purpose of his being dragged down into the dungeons. "Because I'm dying to know what is the cause of me being coerced into coming down here. I wouldn't go down into the dungeons unless I absolutely have to. I almost don't even come down here for Potions."
"Ai's little scam actually worked on you, huh? Too bad she didn't warn us ahead of time. I'd have worn some padding, knowing I was going to fall again."
Potter blushed and muttered something about not being that clumsy. He looked away from her and began to seem a bit more awkward and bored.
"I'm sorry I distracted you," Xanne said quietly, immediately regretting ever uttering those words.
"You didn't mean to distract me," Potter tried to laugh, but apparently the loss was hitting him hard. He looked at her and she gave him an uncertain look. His jaw dropped. "You mean to say that you intentionally distracted me?"
"Uh, no, of course I didn't," she insisted.
"I'm not daft, I have reason to believe that the sole purpose of your little legion of 'cheer-chicks' is to distract the non-Slytherins." She looked away, and he took her chin in his hand, turning it up toward his face, clearly wanting the truth. "So.is that the reason?"
His green eyes bore into her dark brown ones, and she became more aware of the change in him now that their faces where inches apart. His jet-black hair fell in front of his bright green eyes, making them seem more prominent. His callused hand cradled her face delicately.
She didn't know what made her do it, but it seemed like the logical thing to do. She leaned forward and took his lips under hers. He flinched, obviously surprised. Her hand came up to the side of his face and began to twirl a tuft of his fluffy hair. Then, realizing what she had done, Xanne pulled away suddenly.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I.I-." She stammered.
Then, surprising even her, Harry Potter took her face in his hand yet again and put his mouth over hers. Almost automatically, Xanne's hands crept up his shoulders and settled behind his neck. His touch was soft, as he moved his hands to the small of her back, where his finger began to trace small circles. Xanne's thoughts swirled. This was most definitely not the same Harry Potter that had awkwardly danced with Parvati Patil at the Yule Ball, and certainly not the same Harry Potter that had waded into the lake to save his best friend.and yet, it made an odd sort of sense.
Being lost in the moment, neither of them noticed that the wall had opened and they were not alone. A few of the girls had come out, some were grinning, and some were not.
"Damn!" swore Calypso.
"A-hah!" said Ai, running around the corner, dragging Fred behind her. "I win, I win!"
Xanne finally pulled away from Harry, who looked windswept and dazed. She turned to the girls who had just interrupted.
"You win what?" she asked Ai.
"The pool.Yes! I win! Fifteen Galleons to me!" she did an odd victory dance, to which Fred immediately joined in.
"Pool?!"
"Yeah, Ai bet you'd kiss Harry tonight," said Kate, leaning against the door. "After that little incident at the quidditch pitch, we all went in on it. I was betting tomorrow before breakfast, but you can't win them all."
Xanne and Harry met eyes. Xanne started laughing quite loudly and the other girls who had gone 'walking' with the Gryffindors begun to turn up due to the noise the noise. Harry looked slightly amused, but mostly embarrassed and, well.embarrassed. He leaned his weight on his hand to stand up, but it slipped and he fell on Xanne again. And she just lay there, on her back, with Harry Potter on top of her, and while he blushed crimson, she roared with laughter.
The other Slytherins in the common room (those who were able to pull themselves away from more strenuous activities) came out to see what all the noise was. They saw the two on the floor and shook their heads while rolling their eyes.
"Remind me again why she isn't in Hufflepuff," Montague said, folding his arms.
"Why the hell is Potter down here?!" Malfoy fumed.
Everyone had a comment about this ridiculous situation, but Fallon's comment pretty much summed up the general opinion.
"Some people are just made for each other."
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*****C'EST FINI!*****
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Chapter VI: The Pool
"So what did you need to tell me?" Harry asked, clearly recognizing the purpose of his being dragged down into the dungeons. "Because I'm dying to know what is the cause of me being coerced into coming down here. I wouldn't go down into the dungeons unless I absolutely have to. I almost don't even come down here for Potions."
"Ai's little scam actually worked on you, huh? Too bad she didn't warn us ahead of time. I'd have worn some padding, knowing I was going to fall again."
Potter blushed and muttered something about not being that clumsy. He looked away from her and began to seem a bit more awkward and bored.
"I'm sorry I distracted you," Xanne said quietly, immediately regretting ever uttering those words.
"You didn't mean to distract me," Potter tried to laugh, but apparently the loss was hitting him hard. He looked at her and she gave him an uncertain look. His jaw dropped. "You mean to say that you intentionally distracted me?"
"Uh, no, of course I didn't," she insisted.
"I'm not daft, I have reason to believe that the sole purpose of your little legion of 'cheer-chicks' is to distract the non-Slytherins." She looked away, and he took her chin in his hand, turning it up toward his face, clearly wanting the truth. "So.is that the reason?"
His green eyes bore into her dark brown ones, and she became more aware of the change in him now that their faces where inches apart. His jet-black hair fell in front of his bright green eyes, making them seem more prominent. His callused hand cradled her face delicately.
She didn't know what made her do it, but it seemed like the logical thing to do. She leaned forward and took his lips under hers. He flinched, obviously surprised. Her hand came up to the side of his face and began to twirl a tuft of his fluffy hair. Then, realizing what she had done, Xanne pulled away suddenly.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I.I-." She stammered.
Then, surprising even her, Harry Potter took her face in his hand yet again and put his mouth over hers. Almost automatically, Xanne's hands crept up his shoulders and settled behind his neck. His touch was soft, as he moved his hands to the small of her back, where his finger began to trace small circles. Xanne's thoughts swirled. This was most definitely not the same Harry Potter that had awkwardly danced with Parvati Patil at the Yule Ball, and certainly not the same Harry Potter that had waded into the lake to save his best friend.and yet, it made an odd sort of sense.
Being lost in the moment, neither of them noticed that the wall had opened and they were not alone. A few of the girls had come out, some were grinning, and some were not.
"Damn!" swore Calypso.
"A-hah!" said Ai, running around the corner, dragging Fred behind her. "I win, I win!"
Xanne finally pulled away from Harry, who looked windswept and dazed. She turned to the girls who had just interrupted.
"You win what?" she asked Ai.
"The pool.Yes! I win! Fifteen Galleons to me!" she did an odd victory dance, to which Fred immediately joined in.
"Pool?!"
"Yeah, Ai bet you'd kiss Harry tonight," said Kate, leaning against the door. "After that little incident at the quidditch pitch, we all went in on it. I was betting tomorrow before breakfast, but you can't win them all."
Xanne and Harry met eyes. Xanne started laughing quite loudly and the other girls who had gone 'walking' with the Gryffindors begun to turn up due to the noise the noise. Harry looked slightly amused, but mostly embarrassed and, well.embarrassed. He leaned his weight on his hand to stand up, but it slipped and he fell on Xanne again. And she just lay there, on her back, with Harry Potter on top of her, and while he blushed crimson, she roared with laughter.
The other Slytherins in the common room (those who were able to pull themselves away from more strenuous activities) came out to see what all the noise was. They saw the two on the floor and shook their heads while rolling their eyes.
"Remind me again why she isn't in Hufflepuff," Montague said, folding his arms.
"Why the hell is Potter down here?!" Malfoy fumed.
Everyone had a comment about this ridiculous situation, but Fallon's comment pretty much summed up the general opinion.
"Some people are just made for each other."
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*****C'EST FINI!*****
[Thanks for reading, now go and review!]