Libby found her way back to her room and sort of floated towards her closet, selecting a short, ruffly pale pink pajama set and taking her music box with her. As the lights in her room dimmed, she opened the music box, took one last look at her and Harry's photo, and fell asleep in layers of silk.
Despite the fact that Harry was lying in the most comfortable bed ever made, he couldn't sleep. Hell, who was to say this wouldn't be all gone by tomorrow?
Harry got out of bed, tied his 'Hugh Heppner' robe tightly around his waist, and threw his Invisibility Cloak (which was conveniently on his balcony) over himself and grabbing his broom.
Well, if Libby was going to morph into this other self, he was going to have to talk to her before she did.
Harry touched down softly on Libby's balcony. It was sort of easy to spot, the one next to the gigantic Gryffindor Lions fan-memorabilia-covered balcony which Harry naturally assumed was James's.
He tried pulling on the door handle, but of course, it had to be locked. He smirked at the thought. Nothing but the best for the future queen.
But this frustrated him. He threw off his cloak and it sunk to a silvery heap on top of his broom.
He had to admit, for a spring night, as he assumed it was, it was pretty cold. He shoved his hands into his pockets and discovered something warm and hard.
And shaped like a key.
Libby woke abruptly to the sound of.. Well, to the lack of sound. Her music box had lulled her to sleep and Harry Potter stood over it, a single hand on the lid.
As soon as he saw she had awoken, he rushed over, covering her mouth, knowing she would shriek. And shriek she did.
But what came out was a muffled groan.
"What are you doing here?" Libby hissed loudly, and, upon spotting her open balcony door, crossed her arms and glared at him. "How did you get here?"
Harry's other hand flew up, showing her a magnificent silver key with a loopy L for a handle, embedded with blue topazes. "Wonder what we used this for."
By we he meant them, of course. And Libby shut her eyes, disgusted, but visions of Harry stepping into her moonlit bedroom and pulling her into a somewhat romantic snog her flashed in her brain nonetheless.
"Why are you here?" Libby asked instead, shaking her head to berid her mind of those.. Thoughts.
Harry's mischievousness swept through him and he snaked his arms around her waist. "Why else but to see my lady love?"
Libby looked alarmed. "You are the other Harry Potter, aren't you? As in, the non-royal Harry Potter?" She pushed on his arms, trying to get away.
Harry hugged her tightly. "I was just playing around, Libs."
She scowled. "Don't."
Harry stepped back, his arms still in their former position. "Calm down, Libs. I promise I'll be the same until we leave. But I can't guarantee I want to leave.."
Libby shuddered and Harry took another step back. "It's cold and you're wearing that?"
She scowled. "I was completely planning on sleeping under the warm covers all night. Sorry if I'm not properly attired for the prince's presence."
He smirked. "You look good." He tried to open the box, but found he couldn't.
"I think it was Charmed so I was the only one who can open it." Libby said, frustrated with Harry. She opened it, seizing the key from his hands and putting it there next to the tiny photo frame. She shut it instantly, flushing.
Harry raised one eyebrow. "Well, well, well.. I take it our counterparts are very, very risqué."
"Lady Black? Is everything alright in there?" All of a sudden, the guard knocked on the door.
Harry and Libby looked towards the door, frozen in shock.
"Under the bed, under the bed!" Libby hissed suddenly, going over to the balcony door, closing it and the curtains. She ran and jumped on the bed, but not until after she properly kicked him under the bed. She pulled her covers up to her chin.
The door creaked open. "I just heard voices…"
Libby appeared entirely knocked out but she roused sleepily. "Pardon?"
The guard looked alarmed. "Oh, sorry, Lady Black."
"Wha?" Libby asked, sitting up.
Harry covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.
"I'm sorry, Lady Black, I thought I heard voices." The guard tipped his hat. "As you were."
"Thank you." Libby called out after him in a soft voice. He closed the door, still shaking his head.
Harry got out from under the bed. "That was close."
And then the door opened again.
"Good going, Potter." Libby muttered as she and Harry were marched to the king's office.
"Me?" Harry whispered loudly.
"Eh, you two." The guard muttered. "Keep it down."
"You were the one who just showed up." Libby hissed.
"So which one of us is taking the blame? Which of our parents will be more understanding?" Harry asked as the guard saluted another at the front door.
"You two sit in there, His Majesty is being summoned." The guard ordered gently. "And we will know if you two try to split."
Libby sat down on an ultra-soft sofa. "Probably your parents. As long as it doesn't get to the press, they could really care less because they did this sort of shit all the time."
Harry smirked. "How exactly am I supposed to say I got in?"
Libby shut her eyes in frustration, her head in her hands. "I don't know."
Another door behind the desk opened and a much older version of Godric came out. He was probably in his mid-thirties, and he tied a blue Hugh Heppner robe tightly around his waist. He sat down at the desk and got a piece of parchment out and began writing on it, dipping his magnificent swan feather quill into a silver ink pot every now and then.
Harry's eyebrows went up and Libby sat up properly. They exchanged puzzled looks and just as Libby's mouth began to open, he spoke.
"Liberty, I wouldn't say anything right about now. Your father will be here momentarily." He said, looking at the pair for the first time. "Interesting. I bet I would have done the same when Lily and I were your age. That is, if she would let me."
He chuckled at his own joke and went back to writing.
Libby groaned. "My dad is going to go ballistic."
The man laughed heartily. "Yeah. I remember when David Morales got down on one knee to ask Lily to be his girlfriend, your dad pounced on him. Just came flying out of the crowd like a flying squirrel. Rather funny, it was."
"James?" A soft voice asked, floating out through the barely open door. "It wasn't that funny. David could have been hurt."
James looked at them, rolling his eyes. "Yes, dear."
Harry looked to Libby in amazement. This was his dad.
Libby smirked at James. "Woo-cha!"
James snorted, amused. "Yep, that's me. As whipped as a horse."
"Don't you mean whipped as a stag, Prongs?" Another male voice said, and Harry and Libby's heads turned to face the door they had come in.
Libby groaned. It was her dad.
"Yeah, Padfoot. My mistake." James chuckled.
"What now with these two? Midnight Quidditch scrimmage again?" Sirius asked, sitting down next to Libby.
"Nah, I think they learned their lesson from last time." James said, standing up and going around to the front of his desk, placing his hands on his desk and leaning back. "Harry found his way into Libby's room. Through the balcony."
Libby flushed a million shades of red and Harry looked in the other direction.
Sirius looked to them and then James confusedly. "How? Those doors are magic-proof. Unless Harry had a key."
He looked to Libby with narrowed eyes.
Harry looked at a fear-stricken Libby. "The door was open when I got there. Didn't need a key or my wand."
At this, Sirius's face softened just a little. "Libby, how is that?"
Libby looked away in guilt. "I had to see the stars before I went to bed, I must have left the door open."
Sirius's face completely softened. "Libby, what if, instead of Harry, some kidnapper had come along? You need to be more careful."
Libby looked down at her feet. "Yes, sir."
Now both men looked to Harry. "What were you doing, going into Libby's room?" Sirius asked.
"You probably scared her out of her wits." James interjected.
Harry and Libby tried not to snort.
"Sirius, Libby and you can leave. I need to talk to my son." James said, in the most regal voice Harry had ever heard. It sort of boomed.
Harry gulped and Libby shot him an apologetic look as Sirius led her out of the room.
"Now, Harry, I know that girls are.. Tempting." James said slowly, and Harry was confused. "But Libby, she's so innocent.."
Harry wanted to snort. It didn't seem as if either Libby, Lady Black or not, could even pass off innocent. Guess I'm wrong.
"And you need not tarnish her reputation or your own. So please, when you get tempted to 'talk' to her at night, just owl her. Please." James asked, standing up. "Now, I must get back to your mother."
Harry raised his eyebrows, got up and went back to his room.
"Smooth move, Potter." Someone drawled behind him as the children and teenagers congregated in Libby's room, sitting anywhere from the chairs to the ottomans to the sofas to the floor. It seemed, to Libby at least, that this was a tradition. The breakfast tray came in and Draco smirked at the tousle-haired prince as he walked in. "We heard about your little 'rendevous'. We heard Libby got the 'innocence' speech."
Harry chuckled and threw himself into Libby's previously occupied chair. She looked at him, one eyebrow raised disapprovingly and went to get herself some coffee.
"Mind getting me a cup, love?" Harry called after her, and the boys chortled. Libby put her hands on her royal-blue-chenille-covered hips.
"Do I look like your bloody wait staff?" She snapped, rolling her eyes and then pouring herself a cup of coffee.
Draco snorted and mouthed, "Feisty."
Harry rolled his eyes and Libby handed him a cup.
"Hypocrite." Ruby joked, propping her feet up on the Queen Anne's table. "Ah, this table brought us many memories."
James raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Many.
Harry and Libby took it as their cue to force a blush. Libby tilted her head to one side, inspecting the dark wood.
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"Come on, Harry! It's YOUR turn." The boys encouraged.
"I cannot believe we're doing something so Muggle." Libby muttered and Harry leaned over the table to spin the bottle.
Libby turned away in disgust as the boys kept their eyes open and their fingers crossed. Ruby and Reggie were chanting, too. Libby crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
All of a sudden, the sound of the old wine bottle scraping against her favorite table stopped and there was a soft gasp from everyone. Libby sighed and turned to her brother. "What, does he have to kiss you?"
And then she looked down at the table, her eyes widening. The neck of the bottle was pointing straight at her.
A soft moan escaped Libby's lips, but her sickened face was quickly masked by a snobby one. She got up, arms still crossed, and turned on her heel towards her boudoir.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" She demanded. "We have to get this over with."
Harry shot them all a look that clearly said, 'Help me.'
Harry shut the door of Libby's boudoir after him. She was sitting on a dressing room chair and looked positively bored.
"How do you want to do this?" Harry asked slowly.
She rolled her eyes. "On this table, on my back, with Ab Fab in the background."
Harry looked at her quizzically.
"How else? Normal, no tongue, quick." Libby commanded, getting up. "Stand in front of me."
"You sound like you've done this before." Harry muttered, but obeyed her command.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Libby retorted with a coy smile. She placed her hands on his shoulder blades, close to his neck.
"We probably want your hair.." He trailed off and pushed back her hair.
"Thanks." She whispered, and he moved his hands hesitantly down towards her hips.
He scooped his head to meet her lips and a spark made Libby jump slightly.
She had kissed him on the nose.
He chuckled as her cheeks filled with color.
"Why don't we try that again?" Libby asked softly, and this time, she leaned in and planted a firm kiss on his lips.
The action took Harry by surprise and he opened his mouth, his eyes widening.
Have it your way. Libby thought, and slipped her tongue in.
Things are getting really carried away. Harry thought as his own tongue battled with hers. Who am I to stop it?
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Libby broke out of her trance, shaking her head violently.
"What's wrong, love?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowed a bit.
Libby shook her head. "Nothing, Harry."