Chapter 2 - Bras, unintended slashes and git fights

"Hello!" Ron said waving his hand in front of Harry, which had no effect whatsoever. They continued walking to the Gryffindor tower and still Harry paid no attention to either of them. There was only one thing on his mind or should I say girl. "Harry you mindless git" Ron yelled at him, but Harry took no notice.

"Let me try" Hermione said as she began to undo the top buttons of her robes. Ron's jaw nearly hit the floor. He tried to avoid the temptation to let his eyes stray down to her open robes- which where becoming open quite quickly.

"Harry, Look at my bra!" She said very straightforwardly. But still it got no reaction from Harry at all.

"I thought so", Hermione muttered as she buttoned up her robes.

"You thought wha- Why are you doing that?"

"Oh Ron get your head out of the gutter" , she scolded. "Well I just think that it's not fair that Harry gets a show and I don't."

He whined like a three year old. "I'll have you note that I didn't do that for Harry's or YOUR entertainment. I did it to prove a point." She stated.

"And what point would that be", Ron asked grinning. He didn't care what point she was trying to prove she should prove them more often.

"That Harry's infatuated with someone." As she spoke she noticed Ron's eyes trailing down from her eyes. Down down you know where.

"I mean he is male and I did just open up my robes right in front of his face, and he didn't even look"

"Yeah that can sometimes happen… " Ron answered dreamily. " I mean I wonder who it could be?" He said quickly pulling himself out of the Hermione trance.

"Hey Harry who ya got a crush on?" Hermione rolled her eyes. Smooth Ron. Way to approach the all time sensitive subject.

"What?" Harry blushed.

"Come on Harry. You haven't spoken a word to either of us since we left potions. I know you're thinking bout someone cause you don't think often- come to think of it neither do I" He shrugged his shoulders. "It's the girl from across the room isn't it", Hermione piped up.

Ignoring them still Harry said the password "Frizzle sparks" and the three of them entered the portrait hole into the common room. "Harry its not like we're gonna care who it is. I mean it cant be that bad. Unless…"- a look of fake shock spread across his face- "it's Malfoy isn't it! Harry how could you?" Ron mocked. He clutched his hand to his heart pretending to gasp for breath. "Harry don't invite me to the wedding…"(in a serious tone) then he broke off – "I don't think there would be enough buckets. But I suppose your going to elope. I don't know how Lucius would feel about his son's… aherm 'lifestyle' choice. Harry think of the children you two could have!!" He said laughing. Harry however was not amused except for when Ron ran his knee into one of the tables because he was laughing so hard.

"Pay no attention to him Harry", she said glaring at Ron who was yelping and rubbing his sore knee. "Well you know you have a detention with her tonight. It'll give you a chance to get to aherm know her".

"What makes you think it's her anyway", Harry defended himself. Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Well I'm going to get and early start on dinner. You know what Snape's like if your 5 seconds late" Harry told his friends. "Sure your not running off to see a certain someone who will be there at detention" Ron said with an cheeky smirk on his face.

"Yes Ron your right. I'm running off to be with Snape. Please don't tell Malfoy. He'll be crushed" Harry said just as cheekily. Ron gave a shudder. Then they all burst out laughing.

Harry continued making his way out then Hermione and Ron were left alone.

"So I was wondering. Do you think you could show me that aherm technique you used just before."

"I'd be delighted to." Ron's face perked up. "Except I'm worried that you're umm… wand may come between us. Like before." She said coolly walking away.

She saw! Ron thought.

"Yeah that's right! " He called after her. " It was my wand! You gotta believe me!!! My Bloody Wand!"

"Whatever!" She called over her shoulder.

Harry made his way over to the Gryffindor table. He sat down by himself and his plate was suddenly stacked with roast potatoes, lamb chops, gravy and many other delicious foods. (Courtesy of the house elves of course) But he couldn't eat. He didn't think he could stomach any food right now. He looked over and noticed the blonde haired girl, the one Malfoy had been staring at in potions. (A/N: god the whole world revolves around potions lol) She was playing some sort of eye game with someone because she kept winking and smiling and mouthing words like 'yes', and 'lots'. Harry couldn't make out the others because they seemed to be quite long.

He looked around to see whom she might be winking at. It was someone over at the Slytherin table. He looked at who was sitting there. Crabbe? No he was very much involved with a chicken leg. Goyle? No he was making a mountain that consisted of mashed potatoes peas and carrots. There was Pansy Parkinson and a group of her friends next along the table, but unless this girl was lesbian he didn't think so. Besides they seemed to be deeply engaged in their conversation. This left… Malfoy?

She was playing eye games with Malfoy?

Well they looked to be more than eye games now. They were turning into mouth, tongue and err...finger games. They were becoming a bit heated.

Harry shook his head in an ewww sort of way and then went back to his own thoughts. I mean he'd rather be thinking about his own thoughts than the thoughts of those two. He pushed his plate away and got up.

Why do I feel so nervous? 'I know why' came that annoying voice from the back of his head. Trying to ignore it Harry thought, I wonder what torture he'd be enduring for detention this time. There it was again, 'You can't stop thinking about her! That's why you're nervous!! You like her!!'

"Quiet you!" He said out loud. People were staring. Feeling rather embarrassed that he had let the little voice get the best of him he got up and hurried out of the hall feeling all those horrible eyes upon him and hearing little comments like,

"D'you think that's normal?"

"Well he did defeat a powerful dark lord last year, maybe it left him with no inner monologue."

Harry felt nervous. Not the normal nervousness felt by most students who faced an evening of detention with Snape or even the nervousness felt before a quidditch match. No this was a different kind of nervousness. This nervousness was being caused by someone- not someone he feared. He gave into the annoying little voice and faced the facts, it was because of her. God I don't even know her name and I can't stop thinking about her. Then he started to bolt down the corridors. Faster and faster. He rounded every corner then on the second last one he ran smack face into someone else. They both fell back onto the floor. "I'm so sorry", came a sweet voice. Harry got up and looked down to see whom it was. "Oh, I didn't see you come round the corner. I'm not sure where Snape's office is I was looking around to hopefully find you." Harry was glad she did. She was even more beautiful close up. He was once again met with her shoulder length chocolate covered hair. Her blue eyes sparkled up at him. Remembering his manners he offered his hand to her and helped her up.

"Thanks Harry", she said brightly.

"How do you know me?" Harry asked. Then reality struck him. Not only was he the only person ever to survive an attack by the dark Lord, but he had also defeated him in his 6th year at Hogwarts. There wasn't a witch or wizard in the world who didn't know who he was. The lighting bolt scar on his forehead didn't help either. "You're the Gryffindor seeker silly! I love quidditch! Best sport there is" Harry felt like he was talking to Ron. For once someone had known who he was for something other than defeating the dark lord yadda yadda yadda. She didn't even gape at his forehead like most people- well all people do when they meet him for the first time. "I'm sorry, I don't even know your name", he managed to stutter.

"Its Elisabeth. Spelt with an S."

Must be for sexy Harry thought. They stared into each others eyes for a few minutes but it was broken when Elisabeth said,

"We'd better get to detention. Professor Snape will be sore with us if we're late." "You're not wrong there", Harry agreed. They hurried towards Snape's office and Harry pushed open the dirty old door. It opened with a loud creak.

"Ms Olivieri, Mr Potter, thankyou for finally turning up to detention." He stared down at them. "I hope you do realize that you are both 3 minutes late" They both rolled their eyes when he wasn't looking. "But I am willing to over look this. Provided you both complete your detentions to a high standard. Now I want all the supply cupboards cleaned out and the ingredients placed in alphabetical order and all the tables and chairs scrubbed and cleaned. My desk polished too. I want to be able to see my face in it. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Professor" They answered together.

"Now I have some business of my own to attend to. Get to work!" His robes flew past them the door opened and then shut with a bang!

"Better get started", said Harry gloomily. He showed Elisabeth where the cleaning supplies were and then set to work unpacking the shelves and sorting them like Snape had instructed.

"I want to see my face in the desk", she said mimicking Snape. Harry laughed.

'Ask her!' There was that voice again.

"Umm why did you do it?" He asked then quickly busied himself back in the cupboard.

"Do what?" She asked.

"Stand up for me. I mean it doesn't really seem like the smartest thing to do seeing as you got a detention too."

"It's just I don't like seeing injustice go on"

What injustice it was just a normal potions class Harry thought.

"Harry I was brought up to stand up for myself. I want to help people. I saw you were being treated unfairly and I wanted to do something about it." "Oh okay then."

"Plus Snape is such a bastard!" Harry looked dumbfounded at her. I mean yes it was true Snape was, is a bastard but she had just come right out and said it so casually. "So is that the only reason?" he asked looking up at her.

"Well that and I think your really cute" (oops expression on her face)

Harry looked up again. Did she just say what I think she just said?

"I mean I like you" Oh shit- That just made it worse she thought.

She said she liked me! She likes me !!!

Feeling her face going bright red Elisabeth got up and moved hastily toward the cupboard pretending she needed more cleaner. Harry looked over at the bottle on the table it was nearly full. He smiled.

"What are you doing over there", He asked evilly. "Just getting some more cleaner." she answered trying to bury herself in the cupboard. He got up and walked over to her.

"Oh I see", he said sarcastically.

"Harry don't be such a stupid git." She said playfully.

"Oh I'm the git? As opposed to the git who cant tell the difference between something that is almost full or empty?"

"I'll have you know it takes a very experienced git to clean tables and chairs?"

"How experienced a git do you need to be?"

"Well it cant be taken on by just ANY old git."

"So this git has to have no sense of volume or measurement?"

"Well I happen to believe that the glass or bottle is half empty rather than half full." "Well I guess that puts me in my place."

"So you admit that you're a big stupid git then?"

"I wouldn't go that far." He said pulling her closer to him till the space between them was no more.