(A/N) Hi again. I'm going to try to make this chappie a little longer than
the rest. But I still can't promise anything. This part is going to be a
little weird too. Enjoy!
Discaimers: Who would have guess that I don't own anything??
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Harry massaged his temples.
He was supposed to be studying, but he couldn't concetrate. So he took to studying Kittie.
Her dark hair was curtaining her face, but Harry could tell that she couldn't quite grasp what she was reading also.
She finally angrily stood up and replaced her book. She disappeared behind the shelves, looking for another book.
Harry slumped.
"Harry?"
Hermione sat next to him. "Can't study, huh?"
He shook his head and she made a face.
"You have something on your face."
"Do I?"
She handed him a small compact, and Ginny called her over.
As she left, Harry rubbed the ink under his bottom lip.
"Suprise her."
Harry blinked at his reflection. It sneered. "And please get this ink off my lip."
He sneered back at it and after getting the ink off, he asked, "What do you mean, suprise her? Who? Why?"
"Kittie. And all girls liked to be suprised."
Harry turned as he heard Kittie sneeze behind the shelves.
He shook his head. "You're mad-"
"You know,Harry, talking to yourself is a early sign of insanity."
Kittie had finally found a book and seated herself in front of Harry. She grinned at the compact.
"Oh! This is Hermione's. She just told me I had ink on my face and-"
"Save it, Harry. I know. You didn't get it all anyways."
"Yes I did."
"No. Look at it in this light."
She cupped his face and gently turned it a little to the right. He saw the faded ink and began to rub it again, irritated.
It refused to come off. Kittie sighed.
"You have to wet the rag."
"Oh, and you would know?"
She grinned. "Take it from a quill biter."
He sighed and dug around his bag. "I left my wand in my room."
She handed him his wand. He gaped.
"You pick-pocketed me."
"The right term is 'stole', but if you want to sugar-coat it, fine."
He shook his head in disbelief. "Why, though?"
"I'm bored."
"So you steal when you're bored?"
"Only from easy targets, and no. It's just something that I haven't done since I was seven."
"Are you calling me easy?" Kittie grinned again at Harry's pun. He stopped. "I didn't-"
"Harry are you done with my compact?"
Hermione had returned. A few third year Slytherins sniggered.
Kittie herself looked ready to burst. She checked her watch and stood up. "I gotta go. Lunch date."
Harry gaped again. "With who?!"
She cocked an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Kittie gave him a small grin, grabbed her bag,and left. Hermione shook her head at Harry.
"You really need to wake up and smell reality, Harry. If you don't hurry up, she's going to give up on you."
Harry jumped. "What?!"
"Do you think I'm blind? Or the rest of the castle for that matter. It's kind of obvious."
His jaw dropped as she grabbed her bag and left after Kittie. Ron walked in and sat across from Harry.
"What just happened?"
"You're asking me? I don't get girls. Are they all born with psychic abilities?"
Ron shrugged. "I think someone lost the manual years ago."
Harry laughed and agreed.
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Harry stood under Trelawney's door for a few minutes. "This is stupid- "
The door flung open and a ladder dangled in front of him. Trelawney's vioce wafted to him.
"Come in, Confused One."
He fought the urge to laugh and pulled himself through the door.
She was at her desk, hands folded in front of her. "I found a strange and uncontrolable urge to read the stars last night, Mr. Potter. I read that you needed to see me. Please, sit."
Harry took a seat in front of the professor. He fidgeted.
"Now, please tell me about your dream, Mr. Potter."
He took a deep breath and told her everything. As he spoke, she closed her eyes and nodded to an invisable rhythm.
When he finished, she kept her eyes closed for a few more seconds before snapping them open.
"This blue nymph. Was she actually blue? Or was that the color she reminded you of?"
"She was pale, but not blue. Her clothes and eyes were though. But yes, I suppose she reminded me of blue."
She nodded again. "Can you think of anyone or thing that reminded you of 'Blue'?"
He thought. "Kit-" He suddenly blurted, stopping himself.
Trelawney grinned. "It's alright, Mr. Potter. What ever you tell me will never be known to another. And I do understand why you said Ms. Silcia. I sensed her nymph ancestory on the first day. And blue is her color."
She sighed and looked Harry in the eye. He fidgeted again.
"Here is my interpetation. A lot is still a question that you alone can answer. First, the woods. Nymphs usually live in woods. It was just your mind letting you know its' intellect."
Harry fought the urge to laugh again. He instead leaned forward.
"The nymphs. The 'perfect' nymphs. Let's face it Mr. Potter. You're a catch. The girls in this school fight for your attention and worship you. Like the perfect nymphs did."
Harry felt his face heat up, but he listened harder to Trelawney's next interpetation.
"The blue nymph represents Ms. Silcia or something she stands for. Her rock represents her strength and the fact that she never left it while the perfect nymphs were awake, represents her mask. The perfect nymphs sneered Blue because she was different, but not for the good. At least, not to them. They obviously saw her scar as ugly and imperfect. You, however, only mentioned the scar twice."
He nodded eagerly. "But why did they-"
"Wait,Mr. Potter." She held up a hand. "Now, the first time you passed Blue, she looked at you. You were paralyzed. That is the way she affects you. She gave you a taste of something different and you stopped your path. Then 'Gold' dragged you along the same path. Gold doesn't represent someone specificly, but the fact that you fight Blue. They only referred to you as "The Boy Who Lived" because that's the only reason that they showed you any attention at all. The girls here only see your fame. The waterfall is society. They bathed you in it. But yet, you kept looking for Blue. Have you heard the term, 'Once you go cat, you never go back'?"
"Actually I think the term is-"
"I'm only twisting it to the situation, Mr. Potter."
"Er-right."
"You were fascinated by Blue's difference, so you kept wanting to go back, but you couldn't because you chose the nymphs that were throwing themselves at you instead of the imperfect nymph that ignored you. It shows that you're human. The night represents that being pampered got old. But even when the perfect nymphs got old to you and fell asleep, Blue remained awake."
"But what about the mu-?"
"Her music that she was playing at first showed her tune. She's strange and eerie, like her music. But, you finally came to her when the perfection of the others got old. Even then, she asked if she could help, and she called you by your given name. She saw you as a person with a first and last name, instead of a little boy who defeated the Dark Lord. When you explained your problem of not sleeping, you meant rest. You're nervous and very scared of the rise of the Dark Lord. You asked for an escape. She changed her tune from eerie and mysterious to slow and sweet, just to give you an escape, which shows that Blue was willing to show another side of herself to help you. You lost yourself in the sweetness of her new tune, but when it stopped you snapped out of it."
"But why was I laying across-"
"Mr. Potter, please. You were across her lap because you turned to the last nymph for help, which put you in a desperate situation. You were laying across her lap because you were putting yourself in her hands. When she stopped her music, you found her dancing around a bonfire to her first tune, showing that you can't try to change her, and because you couldn't touch her, showed that she can't be what everyone wants her to be because her mask is an illusion and not really there. When she looked at you again, she was letting you taste her difference again. She left you with something solid, like proof. The proof gave you strength to deal with her difference. In fact, I think Ms. Silcia already gave you something that shows her difference in taste."
Harry's hand automatically went to his watch. Trelawney nodded. "And I suppose you noticed how everything is different now, and you can look her strangness in the face?"
He bit his lip.
Trelawney continued. "The shawl allowed you to try to touch her, but she was like water. Smooth, very there, but unable to harm. It represented that she can't be touched anymore after her past. She asked you to join her, become different, like her. Your answer was that you couldn't be free like her, but she asked you to try, which I personally think you should. In your dream you took her hand, solid. When she was able to be touched showed that she trusts you, and you can hurt her. She stopped dancing and you said the fire roared. The fire is another symbol of society, or the rest of the world. She danced on the outside, out of their reach. But when she let you get to her, society let out it's rage, that you were able to touch her. And she ran. Ran from society, from you-"
"But she told me to catch her."
"Hush, Mr. Potter!" Harry sank in his seat. "I think the term, "Catch me" means you're either going to have to work for her, and/or, a warning. A warning that she was going to fall, and she asked you to save her. She ran to the top of the waterfall, which shows that, by this time, you held her above society. She obviously wasn't comfortable on the high horse you put her on so she began to step off. When you tried to touch her again, you couldn't because she shut herself off to you."
"But why-"
"Mr. Potter! Please! Anyways, you asked her how you were going to catch her if you weren't able to touch her, which was your smart way of asking her to open up to you again. She did, but with more than you bargained for. When she kissed you, you stiffened under her touch, hurting her. And she skipped the small steps thing, and ran again, showing her spontaneousness. You met her unpredictableness and caught her skirt. But she wasn't in it, lost already into society. Society offered you something in exchange for her, a very tempting sapphire. You rejected it, causing another uproar. This time,however, it attacked. You ran to Blue, and was safe. She recovered from her hurt and woke you up."
"Actually Ron woke me-"
"And any more questions?"
"Yes. When the wave-er-society crashed behind me, and I found her again, with her flute."
"The flute represented that though she was lost into society, she was found playing her own tune again."
"Er-"
"That's all Mr. Potter. The interpetation has given me a migrane. You are excused."
She placed the back of her hand on her forehead dramatically. Harry shrugged and jumped through the door.
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"Harry?" Kittie gently knocked on his head. He was in the library again, attempting to finish the large pile of homework next to him. But he kept letting his eyes wonder, to a space in the air that he couldn't see.
He blinked. "Hmm?"
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just kinda out of it."
"Want a candy cane?"
Harry looked at the candy she was offering. "Didn't those expire about a month ago?"
She laughed. "Peppermint sharpens your senses. And helps those gain weight."
She unwrapped her third. He laughed and took the one she offered.
An hour later, Blaise Zabini sat across from Kittie. She looked up from her book.
"Can I help-"
"What do you want, Zabini?" Harry cut her off. She looked at him in suprise. Blaise sneered.
"I came to talk to Kittie, Potter."
"Then say it."
"Alone."
Kittie looked between the two. She turned to Blaise. "Whatever you have to say can either wait for you to catch me another time, or you can say it in front of Harry."
"Is this git your bloody body guard now?"
Kittie's hand covered Harry's as he retailated, slightly louder than he meant to.
"I don't need a body guard, Zabini. Do I need to demonstrate?"
His sneer vanished. "Those were girls, Kittie."
"You seem to underestimate the power of a extremely pissed off girl."
He stood. "I'll catch you another time, then."
Kittie yanked Harry down as he stood too. "You do that."
As he left, Harry spun angrily to Kittie. "What the hell was that about?!"
Madame Pince looked up. "Quiet down, you two!"
"Come on."
Kittie grabbed her bag and walked out, Harry directly after her.
As soon as they were in the deserted corridor, she spun around. "What?"
"What's going on between you and Zabini?!"
"Why do you care?!"
"You can do better than spending your lunches with that brainless prat!"
"I know! That's why I spent my lunch with Myrtle!"
Harry stared. She angrily crossed her arms. "You immediatly assumed that when I said "date", it was with another guy. Face it, Harry. You're jealous."
"What are you-"
"Don't you think that I notice the glares you give everyone that gives me a second look? Do you really think I'm that blind? You don't think that I haven't noticed the glares you send Roger Davies just because I danced with him? Or the insults you throw at Zabini because he hits on me? Do I really look that dumb to you, Harry?!"
By this time she had him pressed against the wall with her fists cletched at her sides. "I'm not weak, Harry! I'm not stupid. I'm not blind. And my memory is still intact!"
"I know that!"
"Then shut up and kiss me!"
A stunned silence followed her last words. She looked as suprised as he did and recovered first. She put a palm to her forehead.
"I have to go." She mumbled quickly, running down the corridor, leaving Harry still pressed against the wall.
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Harry ran to his room as soon as the feeling in his legs returned. He pointed his wand at the mirror and even before he said her name, the image shifted to her room.
She was paceing in front of Hermione, who was sitting on her bed.
"Kittie! Just tell me what happened!"
"Nothing!"
"It is not nothing! You're wearing the rug down!"
Kittie flopped on her bed. "I'm crazy."
"Oh, is that all?" Hermione got up and sat on the foot of Kittie's bed. "It's about Harry, huh?"
"What makes you think that?"
"You always feel like your going crazy when you fight love."
Kittie scoffed. "It's not love. No one finds love at fifteen."
Ginny sat on Kittie's stomach, making her "oof". "When did you ever do anything normal, anyways Kittie?"
She sat up, making Ginny fall on the floor. "Look." Ginny said, rubbing her back. "It's ok to have a school girl crush on Harry. But really. He has enough girls throwing him at his feet to waste his time to try to figure you out."
"She doesn't have a crush on Harry! Crushes are things where you convince yourself that your in love with someone, when you have no proof! Kittie's got more than that!"
Kittie clutched her head. "When you guys are done arguing, can someone pass me my wand?"
Hermione grabbed her wand and held it away from her. "Why? What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to blast my brains out." She said sarcastically, making Hermione gasped and Ginny jump up. "I'm just joking. I'm going to the kitchens to get a butterbeer. Maybe talk to Dobby."
"And you need your wand?"
"You never should go any where without the wand."
Ginny agreed and snatched it out of Hermione's hand and threw it to Kittie.
"Alright." She said, ignoring the look Hermione gave her. "But we're coming with you."
Kittie shook her head. "I need to be alone. To think things over."
She stood up and grabbed her cloak. She turned around at the door and smiled. "Thanks anyways, guys."
And she left. Harry pointed his wand at the mirror and grabbed his cloak.
He quietly ran behind Kittie, until she reached the portriat. She quietly tickled the pear and opened the portrait.
Harry followed and tapped her on the sholder as she sat down. She jumped and fell backwards in her chair.
He laughed and stood over her, offering her his hand. She took it and pulled herself up.
"What?" She asked as she sat back on her chair. He sat next to her.
"Does Ms. and Mr. need something?" A small house elf rushed to them, bowing. Kittie nodded. "A butterbeer."
"No more than eleven this time, Kittie."
"Oh, shut up. You sound like Hermione."
He laughed and turned to the small elf. "I'll have one too."
As the elf scampered away, Kittie sank in her chair.
"Am I that unbearable, Kittie?"
"What are you talking about?"
He looked down. "I want to apologize."
"For what?"
Harry sighed. She wasn't going to make this easy. "You were right. About me being-being-"
"Jealous?"
"Er-yeah."
"Apology accepted."
"No really. I'm being a jerk-"
"You really don't need do go into details,you know."
"Why?"
She sat up and cupped his face. "Because you might say something unneccessary and get something a lot less pleasant than a kiss."
He grinned. "I get a kiss?"
She smiled and someone coughed. Both of them looked down to see Dobby, offering them a tray with two butterbeers.
"Thanks, Dobby." Harry said through gritted teeth as Kittie sat back and sipped her butterbeer.
He grinned toothly and squeaked. "Dobby is sorry sir! He can not stay and talk, for he has much work to do!"
He scampered away and Kittie downed her drink. Wiping her mouth she said, "It's almost curfew. We better go."
"We just got here!"
She shrugged and stood. "You should have thought about that before you followed me."
She pulled on her cloak. "Good night, Harry."
She bent low and caught the corner of Harry's mouth in a swift kiss.
He froze in suprise as Kittie closed the portriat behind her.
"Good night." He repeated faintly.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ok. there you go. Hope it's long enough! Took me all day! Review! Revenge ideas!
Discaimers: Who would have guess that I don't own anything??
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Harry massaged his temples.
He was supposed to be studying, but he couldn't concetrate. So he took to studying Kittie.
Her dark hair was curtaining her face, but Harry could tell that she couldn't quite grasp what she was reading also.
She finally angrily stood up and replaced her book. She disappeared behind the shelves, looking for another book.
Harry slumped.
"Harry?"
Hermione sat next to him. "Can't study, huh?"
He shook his head and she made a face.
"You have something on your face."
"Do I?"
She handed him a small compact, and Ginny called her over.
As she left, Harry rubbed the ink under his bottom lip.
"Suprise her."
Harry blinked at his reflection. It sneered. "And please get this ink off my lip."
He sneered back at it and after getting the ink off, he asked, "What do you mean, suprise her? Who? Why?"
"Kittie. And all girls liked to be suprised."
Harry turned as he heard Kittie sneeze behind the shelves.
He shook his head. "You're mad-"
"You know,Harry, talking to yourself is a early sign of insanity."
Kittie had finally found a book and seated herself in front of Harry. She grinned at the compact.
"Oh! This is Hermione's. She just told me I had ink on my face and-"
"Save it, Harry. I know. You didn't get it all anyways."
"Yes I did."
"No. Look at it in this light."
She cupped his face and gently turned it a little to the right. He saw the faded ink and began to rub it again, irritated.
It refused to come off. Kittie sighed.
"You have to wet the rag."
"Oh, and you would know?"
She grinned. "Take it from a quill biter."
He sighed and dug around his bag. "I left my wand in my room."
She handed him his wand. He gaped.
"You pick-pocketed me."
"The right term is 'stole', but if you want to sugar-coat it, fine."
He shook his head in disbelief. "Why, though?"
"I'm bored."
"So you steal when you're bored?"
"Only from easy targets, and no. It's just something that I haven't done since I was seven."
"Are you calling me easy?" Kittie grinned again at Harry's pun. He stopped. "I didn't-"
"Harry are you done with my compact?"
Hermione had returned. A few third year Slytherins sniggered.
Kittie herself looked ready to burst. She checked her watch and stood up. "I gotta go. Lunch date."
Harry gaped again. "With who?!"
She cocked an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Kittie gave him a small grin, grabbed her bag,and left. Hermione shook her head at Harry.
"You really need to wake up and smell reality, Harry. If you don't hurry up, she's going to give up on you."
Harry jumped. "What?!"
"Do you think I'm blind? Or the rest of the castle for that matter. It's kind of obvious."
His jaw dropped as she grabbed her bag and left after Kittie. Ron walked in and sat across from Harry.
"What just happened?"
"You're asking me? I don't get girls. Are they all born with psychic abilities?"
Ron shrugged. "I think someone lost the manual years ago."
Harry laughed and agreed.
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Harry stood under Trelawney's door for a few minutes. "This is stupid- "
The door flung open and a ladder dangled in front of him. Trelawney's vioce wafted to him.
"Come in, Confused One."
He fought the urge to laugh and pulled himself through the door.
She was at her desk, hands folded in front of her. "I found a strange and uncontrolable urge to read the stars last night, Mr. Potter. I read that you needed to see me. Please, sit."
Harry took a seat in front of the professor. He fidgeted.
"Now, please tell me about your dream, Mr. Potter."
He took a deep breath and told her everything. As he spoke, she closed her eyes and nodded to an invisable rhythm.
When he finished, she kept her eyes closed for a few more seconds before snapping them open.
"This blue nymph. Was she actually blue? Or was that the color she reminded you of?"
"She was pale, but not blue. Her clothes and eyes were though. But yes, I suppose she reminded me of blue."
She nodded again. "Can you think of anyone or thing that reminded you of 'Blue'?"
He thought. "Kit-" He suddenly blurted, stopping himself.
Trelawney grinned. "It's alright, Mr. Potter. What ever you tell me will never be known to another. And I do understand why you said Ms. Silcia. I sensed her nymph ancestory on the first day. And blue is her color."
She sighed and looked Harry in the eye. He fidgeted again.
"Here is my interpetation. A lot is still a question that you alone can answer. First, the woods. Nymphs usually live in woods. It was just your mind letting you know its' intellect."
Harry fought the urge to laugh again. He instead leaned forward.
"The nymphs. The 'perfect' nymphs. Let's face it Mr. Potter. You're a catch. The girls in this school fight for your attention and worship you. Like the perfect nymphs did."
Harry felt his face heat up, but he listened harder to Trelawney's next interpetation.
"The blue nymph represents Ms. Silcia or something she stands for. Her rock represents her strength and the fact that she never left it while the perfect nymphs were awake, represents her mask. The perfect nymphs sneered Blue because she was different, but not for the good. At least, not to them. They obviously saw her scar as ugly and imperfect. You, however, only mentioned the scar twice."
He nodded eagerly. "But why did they-"
"Wait,Mr. Potter." She held up a hand. "Now, the first time you passed Blue, she looked at you. You were paralyzed. That is the way she affects you. She gave you a taste of something different and you stopped your path. Then 'Gold' dragged you along the same path. Gold doesn't represent someone specificly, but the fact that you fight Blue. They only referred to you as "The Boy Who Lived" because that's the only reason that they showed you any attention at all. The girls here only see your fame. The waterfall is society. They bathed you in it. But yet, you kept looking for Blue. Have you heard the term, 'Once you go cat, you never go back'?"
"Actually I think the term is-"
"I'm only twisting it to the situation, Mr. Potter."
"Er-right."
"You were fascinated by Blue's difference, so you kept wanting to go back, but you couldn't because you chose the nymphs that were throwing themselves at you instead of the imperfect nymph that ignored you. It shows that you're human. The night represents that being pampered got old. But even when the perfect nymphs got old to you and fell asleep, Blue remained awake."
"But what about the mu-?"
"Her music that she was playing at first showed her tune. She's strange and eerie, like her music. But, you finally came to her when the perfection of the others got old. Even then, she asked if she could help, and she called you by your given name. She saw you as a person with a first and last name, instead of a little boy who defeated the Dark Lord. When you explained your problem of not sleeping, you meant rest. You're nervous and very scared of the rise of the Dark Lord. You asked for an escape. She changed her tune from eerie and mysterious to slow and sweet, just to give you an escape, which shows that Blue was willing to show another side of herself to help you. You lost yourself in the sweetness of her new tune, but when it stopped you snapped out of it."
"But why was I laying across-"
"Mr. Potter, please. You were across her lap because you turned to the last nymph for help, which put you in a desperate situation. You were laying across her lap because you were putting yourself in her hands. When she stopped her music, you found her dancing around a bonfire to her first tune, showing that you can't try to change her, and because you couldn't touch her, showed that she can't be what everyone wants her to be because her mask is an illusion and not really there. When she looked at you again, she was letting you taste her difference again. She left you with something solid, like proof. The proof gave you strength to deal with her difference. In fact, I think Ms. Silcia already gave you something that shows her difference in taste."
Harry's hand automatically went to his watch. Trelawney nodded. "And I suppose you noticed how everything is different now, and you can look her strangness in the face?"
He bit his lip.
Trelawney continued. "The shawl allowed you to try to touch her, but she was like water. Smooth, very there, but unable to harm. It represented that she can't be touched anymore after her past. She asked you to join her, become different, like her. Your answer was that you couldn't be free like her, but she asked you to try, which I personally think you should. In your dream you took her hand, solid. When she was able to be touched showed that she trusts you, and you can hurt her. She stopped dancing and you said the fire roared. The fire is another symbol of society, or the rest of the world. She danced on the outside, out of their reach. But when she let you get to her, society let out it's rage, that you were able to touch her. And she ran. Ran from society, from you-"
"But she told me to catch her."
"Hush, Mr. Potter!" Harry sank in his seat. "I think the term, "Catch me" means you're either going to have to work for her, and/or, a warning. A warning that she was going to fall, and she asked you to save her. She ran to the top of the waterfall, which shows that, by this time, you held her above society. She obviously wasn't comfortable on the high horse you put her on so she began to step off. When you tried to touch her again, you couldn't because she shut herself off to you."
"But why-"
"Mr. Potter! Please! Anyways, you asked her how you were going to catch her if you weren't able to touch her, which was your smart way of asking her to open up to you again. She did, but with more than you bargained for. When she kissed you, you stiffened under her touch, hurting her. And she skipped the small steps thing, and ran again, showing her spontaneousness. You met her unpredictableness and caught her skirt. But she wasn't in it, lost already into society. Society offered you something in exchange for her, a very tempting sapphire. You rejected it, causing another uproar. This time,however, it attacked. You ran to Blue, and was safe. She recovered from her hurt and woke you up."
"Actually Ron woke me-"
"And any more questions?"
"Yes. When the wave-er-society crashed behind me, and I found her again, with her flute."
"The flute represented that though she was lost into society, she was found playing her own tune again."
"Er-"
"That's all Mr. Potter. The interpetation has given me a migrane. You are excused."
She placed the back of her hand on her forehead dramatically. Harry shrugged and jumped through the door.
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"Harry?" Kittie gently knocked on his head. He was in the library again, attempting to finish the large pile of homework next to him. But he kept letting his eyes wonder, to a space in the air that he couldn't see.
He blinked. "Hmm?"
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just kinda out of it."
"Want a candy cane?"
Harry looked at the candy she was offering. "Didn't those expire about a month ago?"
She laughed. "Peppermint sharpens your senses. And helps those gain weight."
She unwrapped her third. He laughed and took the one she offered.
An hour later, Blaise Zabini sat across from Kittie. She looked up from her book.
"Can I help-"
"What do you want, Zabini?" Harry cut her off. She looked at him in suprise. Blaise sneered.
"I came to talk to Kittie, Potter."
"Then say it."
"Alone."
Kittie looked between the two. She turned to Blaise. "Whatever you have to say can either wait for you to catch me another time, or you can say it in front of Harry."
"Is this git your bloody body guard now?"
Kittie's hand covered Harry's as he retailated, slightly louder than he meant to.
"I don't need a body guard, Zabini. Do I need to demonstrate?"
His sneer vanished. "Those were girls, Kittie."
"You seem to underestimate the power of a extremely pissed off girl."
He stood. "I'll catch you another time, then."
Kittie yanked Harry down as he stood too. "You do that."
As he left, Harry spun angrily to Kittie. "What the hell was that about?!"
Madame Pince looked up. "Quiet down, you two!"
"Come on."
Kittie grabbed her bag and walked out, Harry directly after her.
As soon as they were in the deserted corridor, she spun around. "What?"
"What's going on between you and Zabini?!"
"Why do you care?!"
"You can do better than spending your lunches with that brainless prat!"
"I know! That's why I spent my lunch with Myrtle!"
Harry stared. She angrily crossed her arms. "You immediatly assumed that when I said "date", it was with another guy. Face it, Harry. You're jealous."
"What are you-"
"Don't you think that I notice the glares you give everyone that gives me a second look? Do you really think I'm that blind? You don't think that I haven't noticed the glares you send Roger Davies just because I danced with him? Or the insults you throw at Zabini because he hits on me? Do I really look that dumb to you, Harry?!"
By this time she had him pressed against the wall with her fists cletched at her sides. "I'm not weak, Harry! I'm not stupid. I'm not blind. And my memory is still intact!"
"I know that!"
"Then shut up and kiss me!"
A stunned silence followed her last words. She looked as suprised as he did and recovered first. She put a palm to her forehead.
"I have to go." She mumbled quickly, running down the corridor, leaving Harry still pressed against the wall.
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Harry ran to his room as soon as the feeling in his legs returned. He pointed his wand at the mirror and even before he said her name, the image shifted to her room.
She was paceing in front of Hermione, who was sitting on her bed.
"Kittie! Just tell me what happened!"
"Nothing!"
"It is not nothing! You're wearing the rug down!"
Kittie flopped on her bed. "I'm crazy."
"Oh, is that all?" Hermione got up and sat on the foot of Kittie's bed. "It's about Harry, huh?"
"What makes you think that?"
"You always feel like your going crazy when you fight love."
Kittie scoffed. "It's not love. No one finds love at fifteen."
Ginny sat on Kittie's stomach, making her "oof". "When did you ever do anything normal, anyways Kittie?"
She sat up, making Ginny fall on the floor. "Look." Ginny said, rubbing her back. "It's ok to have a school girl crush on Harry. But really. He has enough girls throwing him at his feet to waste his time to try to figure you out."
"She doesn't have a crush on Harry! Crushes are things where you convince yourself that your in love with someone, when you have no proof! Kittie's got more than that!"
Kittie clutched her head. "When you guys are done arguing, can someone pass me my wand?"
Hermione grabbed her wand and held it away from her. "Why? What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to blast my brains out." She said sarcastically, making Hermione gasped and Ginny jump up. "I'm just joking. I'm going to the kitchens to get a butterbeer. Maybe talk to Dobby."
"And you need your wand?"
"You never should go any where without the wand."
Ginny agreed and snatched it out of Hermione's hand and threw it to Kittie.
"Alright." She said, ignoring the look Hermione gave her. "But we're coming with you."
Kittie shook her head. "I need to be alone. To think things over."
She stood up and grabbed her cloak. She turned around at the door and smiled. "Thanks anyways, guys."
And she left. Harry pointed his wand at the mirror and grabbed his cloak.
He quietly ran behind Kittie, until she reached the portriat. She quietly tickled the pear and opened the portrait.
Harry followed and tapped her on the sholder as she sat down. She jumped and fell backwards in her chair.
He laughed and stood over her, offering her his hand. She took it and pulled herself up.
"What?" She asked as she sat back on her chair. He sat next to her.
"Does Ms. and Mr. need something?" A small house elf rushed to them, bowing. Kittie nodded. "A butterbeer."
"No more than eleven this time, Kittie."
"Oh, shut up. You sound like Hermione."
He laughed and turned to the small elf. "I'll have one too."
As the elf scampered away, Kittie sank in her chair.
"Am I that unbearable, Kittie?"
"What are you talking about?"
He looked down. "I want to apologize."
"For what?"
Harry sighed. She wasn't going to make this easy. "You were right. About me being-being-"
"Jealous?"
"Er-yeah."
"Apology accepted."
"No really. I'm being a jerk-"
"You really don't need do go into details,you know."
"Why?"
She sat up and cupped his face. "Because you might say something unneccessary and get something a lot less pleasant than a kiss."
He grinned. "I get a kiss?"
She smiled and someone coughed. Both of them looked down to see Dobby, offering them a tray with two butterbeers.
"Thanks, Dobby." Harry said through gritted teeth as Kittie sat back and sipped her butterbeer.
He grinned toothly and squeaked. "Dobby is sorry sir! He can not stay and talk, for he has much work to do!"
He scampered away and Kittie downed her drink. Wiping her mouth she said, "It's almost curfew. We better go."
"We just got here!"
She shrugged and stood. "You should have thought about that before you followed me."
She pulled on her cloak. "Good night, Harry."
She bent low and caught the corner of Harry's mouth in a swift kiss.
He froze in suprise as Kittie closed the portriat behind her.
"Good night." He repeated faintly.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ok. there you go. Hope it's long enough! Took me all day! Review! Revenge ideas!