A Dangerous Love By: MaggieGirl

Disclaimer: No, unfortunately I DO NOT own JK Rowling's characters. Sophie and her family are my characters, and any others I mention that Rowling hasn't. The plots mine too.

Again, I thank my readers!!

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Chapter 9: Kissing in the common room

She came to her senses and followed him. She couldn't catch his long legged stride but she found him brooding in the common room. He was sitting on a couch with his arms folded over his knees. She walked up to stand in front of him. He wouldn't even look up at her.

"Harry?" she asked softly. He still didn't look up.

"Harry James Potter, don't you disrespect me when I am talking to you. Now look at me!" she finally burst out. He looked up at her surprised.

"Harry, what's wrong? Why did you walk off like that?"

"What's between you and good ole Léo?"

"Nothing, Harry! Nothing anymore!"

"But what was?"

"We...well, we dated for three years. We grew up together. I had a little crush on him and one day, he realized I had grown up. I thought I was in love with him. He moved back to France a year ago and that was the end of that. I realized I thought I was in love with him only because he was always there with me, like a brother."

"He just kissed you a few minutes ago." Harry stubbornly insisted.

"Oh, Harry!" Sophie sighed. She gently pushed at his arms until he moved them and looked up at her. She slipped into his lap and put her arms around his neck. Harry instinctively put his arms around her waist and stared blankly at her.

"Is that what's wrong with you, Harry? That little peck?" she whispered. He could do no more than nod. She leaned over and kissed him softly. "See, there, now you two are even." She whispered drawing back, but that's not what Harry wanted. He pulled her back down to give her a more thorough kiss. Sophie readily complied. Both were unaware that Ron, Hermione and half a dozen other people were also in the common room.

"How can she breathe?" one inquisitive first year Thomas Fields asked first year Katherine Harris who scoffed at him.

Sophie finally pulled back and smiled at Harry, who grinned stupidly.

"I have something to ask you." He said after a minute. She laughed.

"That's it Harry, kiss a girl senseless and then ask her something."

"I'm serious Sophie."

"I know you are. Ask away then." She said snuggling against his chest and laying her head on his shoulder. "I'd much rather you'd just kiss me again."

"Oh, I plan too. Many, many more times. That's what I want to talk to you about. I don't want you on a kiss-you-when some past love kisses you and now I'm jealous basis. I want you as my own. I don't know what's wrong with me, Sophie. In two days you have turned my world upside down and sideways. Can I say I honestly love you, after knowing you for only two days? The thought of you with anyone else maddens me. Tell me you'll be mine and only mine."

"Oh, Harry. I feel almost the same way, though I could never put it into words. I thought I would turn green with envy when another girl so much as looked at you and trust me Harry they do look! It's quite ridiculous you know."

Harry looked at her like she was crazy.

"Well, it is and you know it. You don't know me and I don't know you. Maybe I know things about you. Things you've done. Brave things. I can't see why someone I've always categorized from afar as a hero would want anything to do with me. Plain little me. It just seems so absurd to me."

"But I can't believe anyone as beautiful as you would look at me twice." Harry insisted.

"You haven't looked in a mirror lately have you? You're incredibly sexy!"

"More so than your Léo?"

"He's not mine and yes much, much more.

"But Harry."

"I don't like the sound of this."

"Maybe not. Harry, the fact stands that we don't know each other that well. I think we need to wait, if only to get to know each other."

"I was right, I didn't like that sound of that. Why Sophie?"

"Well, you might not like me as much if you know me, I mean really know me. I can be annoying."

"I still don't see, but it's your choice." Harry resigned with a sigh. Sophie smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you for understanding. Now, I think were late for Quidditch practice."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, Natalie and Annie have been standing over there, gaping at us."

Harry turned to see quite a few surprised faces scattered about the common room.

"Well, I don't think I've ever seen anyone making out in the common room either. No wonder."

Sophie hid her face against his shoulder. "Oh they'll think I'm positively awful!"

"No they wont. Come on." He said lifting her off his lap and sanding. "I think we had better get ready for Quidditch practice."

"Yes I suppose so." She ran past Natalie and Annie, blushing a pretty pink. When she reached her room she flung herself on her bed and burst into tears. She talked aloud to herself between sobs. "Why did I do that? Why did I push Harry away like that?" she choked on a particularly loud sob. "I would give anything to be with him, though I hardly know him, and now that I can have him, look what I've done! Just because Voldemort's my father doesn't mean I cant be with Harry, right?" but she couldn't answer herself. "Voldemort doesn't know where I am."

She lie there thinking for another five minutes before she realized she was late for practice. She grabbed her broom and ran down the stairs. Halfway down she ran smack-dab into Harry. He wrapped his arms around her and let out an exaggerated "Oomph!"

She looked up at him. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't see you and I forgot what time it was."

"It's okay. I was just coming to look for you." he said, considering her face. She must have been crying, but about what? Him? Did she really want to be with him and was afraid of getting hurt? But Harry didn't mention it. He only took her hand and led her down to the quidditch field.

After a few minutes, Sophie's troubles were forgotten because she was on a broom again. The minute they had reached the field she had pulled away from Harry and hopped on the broom, making two laps around the field, giggling with sheer delight the entire time. Eventually they got down to business.

It became evident that Sophie was a beater to rival Fred and George or any of the greats. The team finished and landed just as it was getting dark.

"Sophie, you're wonderful!" Brent yelled, hugging her. She blushed prettily.

"I'm a better keeper." She mumbled.

"I don't see how that's possible." Ron chimed in. "If you're any better we need to get rid of Brent!"

More congratulations followed. She smiled. Annie, Natalie and Seamus went back to castle first. Ron stayed with Harry to talk and Sophie stayed because she didn't want to leave Harry and she wasn't at all sure that she could find her own way to the Gryffindor tower. She didn't want to run into Malfoy either. Harry and Ron seemed content to stay there and talk. It was getting increasingly darker.

Sophie was still content to stay there. She was with Harry, so even if it was so dark she couldn't see him next to her, she was all right. A cold shill ran up her spine and she felt as thought someone was watching her. She spun about looking for someone. Hagrid wasn't outside, no one else was on the quidditch field, there didn't seem to be anyone else on the grounds. Her eyes flew to the Forbidden Forest. Her eyes went wide, but then she realized what it was. It was a centaur. He waved her over and flicked his tail.

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A/N: I know it's short, but there's more I promise! R&R