A/N: I'm just bored off my ass, so I thought I'd throw another chap in for
today. Enjoy!
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As Harry and Kittie dragged their feet back to the Griffindor Tower, it started to rain. It was raining in sheets so thick, Harry could barely make out the lights in Hagrid's cabin.
Kittie stopped. Harry turned and looked at her.
She was looking out the window with a dreamy look over her face. Harry coughed and she jumped.
"Er...Potter...why don't you keep going and....I'll...I'll meet you there."
Harry cocked an eyebrow and obediately began walking forward. Kittie took a small step outside and closed her eyes. Curious, Harry watched.
She walked further into the rain and tilted her face upwards. She hummed a tune Harry couldn't recognize, and raised her arms as she started to spin slowly.
The rain slicked her hair down her back and ran down the sides of her face in small rivers. She took another small step and turned. Suprised, Harry relized that Kittie was dancing.
Suddenly she stopped and turned to Harry. She sighed and walked inside and stood in front of him.
"You know", She said icily."It's not nice to spy on people."
"What the hell were you doing?"
Kittie slowly shook her head. "Forget it." She moved to walk past him, but Harry put out an arm.
She didn't meet his eyes. "Let me pass."
Harry dropped his arm and watched as Kittie disappeared down another corridor leading to the Griffindor Tower.
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Through the next week, Harry only spoke to Kittie during detentions. He would try to bring up the subject about her dancing in the rain but she always snapped and long moments of silence would pass before they had one of their firey rows.
On Friday, Kittie and Harry met the librarian. She gave them both a look before pointing to a very large pile of books that needed to be sorted and put on the shelves.
"Look Silcia, I found you a family." He pointed to a picture of donkeys eating their own dung.
She flipped him off and ignored him. "What? No comeback? Did your parents teach you keep your mouth shut? Because this is the first-"
But suddenly he was flying backwards. White-hot pain was shooting through his face. He automatically touched his nose. Blood was covering his hand and seeping through his shirt.
"Bitch!" He gasped."You...How...My nose... WHERE THE HELL DID YOU LEARN TO PUNCH LIKE THAT?!"
Kittie was cursing and nursing her right hand. She looked down at him.
"You can insult me, Potter. You can insult everything that I stand for. You can even insult those closest to me. But if you EVER insult my parents again, I won't just break your nose!"
"Why?" He demanded as he preformed a charm to make his nose to stop bleeding. "Did they rape you? Are they in jail? Do they abuse you? Or are they slimy, disgusting, shit-eating-"
"THEY'RE DEAD, POTTER!!" Kittie screamed. She suddenly turned and ran out of the library.
Harry sat in silence. He would have sat there forever but the charm wore off and his nose was freely bleeding again. He pulled himself up and walked down to the Hospital Wing. He wasn't surprised to see Madam Pomfery wrapping Kittie's knuckles in a white guaze.
She didn't seem to put Harry's broken nose or Kittie's broken knuckles together and she fixed Harry's nose mutturing something about clumsy teenagers.
As she shooed them out, Harry turned to Kittie.
"I'm sorry."
Kittie turned and glared at him full in the face. "Shove it, Potter."
"You're not going to accept my apology, then?"
"No shit."
She turned and began walking purposely toward the Griffindor Tower.
"Where are you going, Silcia?"
She sighed and spun around. "I think that broken knuckles and noses is enough to get us out early for detention, don't you?"
Harry's face heated up like it always did when he couldn't think of a comeback strong enough to wipe off Kittie's smirk.
He jogged to catch up with her. "What about the books?"
Kittie didn't slow down. "I'm writing to Dumdledore telling him that I broke my knuckles and you your nose."
Harry reached out and grabbed her wrist. She stopped and turned around
"Please."
"Please, what, Potter?"
"Accept my apology."
"Let it go."
"Not until you-"
"Fine!"
"You accept?"
"Yes. Now will you leave me alone?"
"What happened to them?" He asked.
"Who?"
"Your parents!"
Kittie sighed and yanked her wrist out of Harry's grip. She turned and continued walking to the tower, leaving Harry staring at her back.
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You know I had to make her hit him sometime right? I still need detention ideas.HELP!! review.
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As Harry and Kittie dragged their feet back to the Griffindor Tower, it started to rain. It was raining in sheets so thick, Harry could barely make out the lights in Hagrid's cabin.
Kittie stopped. Harry turned and looked at her.
She was looking out the window with a dreamy look over her face. Harry coughed and she jumped.
"Er...Potter...why don't you keep going and....I'll...I'll meet you there."
Harry cocked an eyebrow and obediately began walking forward. Kittie took a small step outside and closed her eyes. Curious, Harry watched.
She walked further into the rain and tilted her face upwards. She hummed a tune Harry couldn't recognize, and raised her arms as she started to spin slowly.
The rain slicked her hair down her back and ran down the sides of her face in small rivers. She took another small step and turned. Suprised, Harry relized that Kittie was dancing.
Suddenly she stopped and turned to Harry. She sighed and walked inside and stood in front of him.
"You know", She said icily."It's not nice to spy on people."
"What the hell were you doing?"
Kittie slowly shook her head. "Forget it." She moved to walk past him, but Harry put out an arm.
She didn't meet his eyes. "Let me pass."
Harry dropped his arm and watched as Kittie disappeared down another corridor leading to the Griffindor Tower.
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Through the next week, Harry only spoke to Kittie during detentions. He would try to bring up the subject about her dancing in the rain but she always snapped and long moments of silence would pass before they had one of their firey rows.
On Friday, Kittie and Harry met the librarian. She gave them both a look before pointing to a very large pile of books that needed to be sorted and put on the shelves.
"Look Silcia, I found you a family." He pointed to a picture of donkeys eating their own dung.
She flipped him off and ignored him. "What? No comeback? Did your parents teach you keep your mouth shut? Because this is the first-"
But suddenly he was flying backwards. White-hot pain was shooting through his face. He automatically touched his nose. Blood was covering his hand and seeping through his shirt.
"Bitch!" He gasped."You...How...My nose... WHERE THE HELL DID YOU LEARN TO PUNCH LIKE THAT?!"
Kittie was cursing and nursing her right hand. She looked down at him.
"You can insult me, Potter. You can insult everything that I stand for. You can even insult those closest to me. But if you EVER insult my parents again, I won't just break your nose!"
"Why?" He demanded as he preformed a charm to make his nose to stop bleeding. "Did they rape you? Are they in jail? Do they abuse you? Or are they slimy, disgusting, shit-eating-"
"THEY'RE DEAD, POTTER!!" Kittie screamed. She suddenly turned and ran out of the library.
Harry sat in silence. He would have sat there forever but the charm wore off and his nose was freely bleeding again. He pulled himself up and walked down to the Hospital Wing. He wasn't surprised to see Madam Pomfery wrapping Kittie's knuckles in a white guaze.
She didn't seem to put Harry's broken nose or Kittie's broken knuckles together and she fixed Harry's nose mutturing something about clumsy teenagers.
As she shooed them out, Harry turned to Kittie.
"I'm sorry."
Kittie turned and glared at him full in the face. "Shove it, Potter."
"You're not going to accept my apology, then?"
"No shit."
She turned and began walking purposely toward the Griffindor Tower.
"Where are you going, Silcia?"
She sighed and spun around. "I think that broken knuckles and noses is enough to get us out early for detention, don't you?"
Harry's face heated up like it always did when he couldn't think of a comeback strong enough to wipe off Kittie's smirk.
He jogged to catch up with her. "What about the books?"
Kittie didn't slow down. "I'm writing to Dumdledore telling him that I broke my knuckles and you your nose."
Harry reached out and grabbed her wrist. She stopped and turned around
"Please."
"Please, what, Potter?"
"Accept my apology."
"Let it go."
"Not until you-"
"Fine!"
"You accept?"
"Yes. Now will you leave me alone?"
"What happened to them?" He asked.
"Who?"
"Your parents!"
Kittie sighed and yanked her wrist out of Harry's grip. She turned and continued walking to the tower, leaving Harry staring at her back.
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You know I had to make her hit him sometime right? I still need detention ideas.HELP!! review.