A Dangerous Love
By: QuillHolder
Disclaimer: No, unfortunately I DO NOT own JK Rowling's characters. Sophie and her family are my characters, created by ME based on the world of Harry Potter, created by JKR.
Sorry about the chapter headings in the past few chapters. I didn't realize I'd gotten them all backwards and whatnot. I'll have to fire my beta reader.. *looks around menacingly* Oh, wait, I don't have one, so its my fault! lol, enjoy the chapter! R & R and the chappies will come faster! lol
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Chapter FIFTEEN: Another Question and Songs
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Malfoy met Harry as he was stepping out of the portrait hole.
"What the hell are you doing up here?" Harry growled.
"Sophie got hurt and I carried her up here." Malfoy replied without his usual malice. He seemed almost melancholy. "I didn't see anyone else there to help so I helped her." He brushed past Harry and made his way down to the Slytherin dungeon.
Harry rushed up the stairs to Sophie's room. He knocked and she called for him to come in.
"Sophie, are you alright?" he asked coming up the bed.
"I'm fine." She said a little more sharply than she had intended.
"Malfoy had to carry you up here, I think it's more serious than that." He said sitting down on the side of the bed, inadvertently jolting her ankle. She cried out. He apologized and made her let him look at it.
"Sophie, I think it's more than sprained, and even if it isn't it needs to be wrapped." He lifted her and headed of to the hospital wing. Madam Pompfry declared it only sprained and bruised and wrapped it and gave her something for the swelling.
"It should be better in a day or two, dear." She said handing her some crutches. "Just stay off it and it will heal faster."
Sophie valiantly tried the crutches but she couldn't make it. Harry offered to carry her but she refused. She tried for a few more steps and almost fell. Harry was there and swooped her up in his arms and carried her back. He too apologized for his earlier conduct and she fell asleep thinking about him.
Over the week her ankle healed, as did her relationship with Harry. They grew closer with each passing day. Annette, Léopold and all her brothers left with a promise to return for the first quidditch match. Only two memorable things marked the next three weeks passage. Her first Defense Against The Dark Arts lesson went all awry.
No one, especially the girls, wanted to talk about anything but Nathaniel and Quidditch.
"Can anyone tell me the difference in.." Nate would start.
"Professor, tell us about the game you won against.." Some student would interrupt.
Sophie sat back and grinned. After class was over she stayed back to talk to him.
"Having fun?"
"Oh yeah." Nate said rolling his eyes. "Just wonderful! I have a first year that only makes goggle eyes at me and wont do a bit of work. I mean you saw how class went today!"
Sophie grinned, her eyes sparkling and began to sing:
"My love must be a kind of blind love. I can't see anyone but you. Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright. I only have eyes for you, dear. The moon may be high, but I can't see a thing in the sky. I only have eyes for you!"
Nathan laughed and pushed her out the door. Harry was standing by the door.
"You can sing very well." he said with a grin.
"Talk about blind love." Sophie muttered and walked off.
"Aww, come on." Harry said catching up with her. "I was serious. You can sing!"
"Maybe." Was all she said.
The other thing was when Harry drug her outside before breakfast the day of their first quidditch match. "What is it Harry?"
"Sing for me." He said. "Just for me." He whispered, pulling her to him. She smiled and slipped her arms around her neck.
"Love is a many-splendored thing. It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring. Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living. The golden crown that makes a man a king. Once on a high and windy hill in the morning mists two lovers kissed and the world stood still. Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing. Yes, true love, a many-splendored thing." She finished and looked up at Harry.
"That was lovely. What was it?"
"Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing by The Four Aces featuring Al Alberts. My Aunt Rosalia used to sing it to me all the time. It's a really old song, one of my aunt's favorites, so I suppose I've gotten it memorized"
"Oh. This isn't a high and windy hill but it is morning. Wanna find out if the world will stand still?" he asked leaning down to kiss her. She laughed and happily kissed back. A few minutes later she leaned against a tree and twirled a flower Harry had picked for her.
"Sophie, I know I've screwed up, but will you give me another chance? I asked you something almost a month ago. I'm asking again."
"Can I change my answer this time?"
"Please do!"
"Then yes!" Harry pulled her back to him and kissed her again. They were so blissfully content that a thrice of hours later they couldn't worry about their first quidditch match, and it was against Slytherin.
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TBC, of course. Sorry if you don't like the fluffy/silly lovey-dovey stuff, but there it is!
A/N: Read and Review please!
Disclaimer: No, unfortunately I DO NOT own JK Rowling's characters. Sophie and her family are my characters, created by ME based on the world of Harry Potter, created by JKR.
Sorry about the chapter headings in the past few chapters. I didn't realize I'd gotten them all backwards and whatnot. I'll have to fire my beta reader.. *looks around menacingly* Oh, wait, I don't have one, so its my fault! lol, enjoy the chapter! R & R and the chappies will come faster! lol
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Chapter FIFTEEN: Another Question and Songs
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Malfoy met Harry as he was stepping out of the portrait hole.
"What the hell are you doing up here?" Harry growled.
"Sophie got hurt and I carried her up here." Malfoy replied without his usual malice. He seemed almost melancholy. "I didn't see anyone else there to help so I helped her." He brushed past Harry and made his way down to the Slytherin dungeon.
Harry rushed up the stairs to Sophie's room. He knocked and she called for him to come in.
"Sophie, are you alright?" he asked coming up the bed.
"I'm fine." She said a little more sharply than she had intended.
"Malfoy had to carry you up here, I think it's more serious than that." He said sitting down on the side of the bed, inadvertently jolting her ankle. She cried out. He apologized and made her let him look at it.
"Sophie, I think it's more than sprained, and even if it isn't it needs to be wrapped." He lifted her and headed of to the hospital wing. Madam Pompfry declared it only sprained and bruised and wrapped it and gave her something for the swelling.
"It should be better in a day or two, dear." She said handing her some crutches. "Just stay off it and it will heal faster."
Sophie valiantly tried the crutches but she couldn't make it. Harry offered to carry her but she refused. She tried for a few more steps and almost fell. Harry was there and swooped her up in his arms and carried her back. He too apologized for his earlier conduct and she fell asleep thinking about him.
Over the week her ankle healed, as did her relationship with Harry. They grew closer with each passing day. Annette, Léopold and all her brothers left with a promise to return for the first quidditch match. Only two memorable things marked the next three weeks passage. Her first Defense Against The Dark Arts lesson went all awry.
No one, especially the girls, wanted to talk about anything but Nathaniel and Quidditch.
"Can anyone tell me the difference in.." Nate would start.
"Professor, tell us about the game you won against.." Some student would interrupt.
Sophie sat back and grinned. After class was over she stayed back to talk to him.
"Having fun?"
"Oh yeah." Nate said rolling his eyes. "Just wonderful! I have a first year that only makes goggle eyes at me and wont do a bit of work. I mean you saw how class went today!"
Sophie grinned, her eyes sparkling and began to sing:
"My love must be a kind of blind love. I can't see anyone but you. Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright. I only have eyes for you, dear. The moon may be high, but I can't see a thing in the sky. I only have eyes for you!"
Nathan laughed and pushed her out the door. Harry was standing by the door.
"You can sing very well." he said with a grin.
"Talk about blind love." Sophie muttered and walked off.
"Aww, come on." Harry said catching up with her. "I was serious. You can sing!"
"Maybe." Was all she said.
The other thing was when Harry drug her outside before breakfast the day of their first quidditch match. "What is it Harry?"
"Sing for me." He said. "Just for me." He whispered, pulling her to him. She smiled and slipped her arms around her neck.
"Love is a many-splendored thing. It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring. Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living. The golden crown that makes a man a king. Once on a high and windy hill in the morning mists two lovers kissed and the world stood still. Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing. Yes, true love, a many-splendored thing." She finished and looked up at Harry.
"That was lovely. What was it?"
"Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing by The Four Aces featuring Al Alberts. My Aunt Rosalia used to sing it to me all the time. It's a really old song, one of my aunt's favorites, so I suppose I've gotten it memorized"
"Oh. This isn't a high and windy hill but it is morning. Wanna find out if the world will stand still?" he asked leaning down to kiss her. She laughed and happily kissed back. A few minutes later she leaned against a tree and twirled a flower Harry had picked for her.
"Sophie, I know I've screwed up, but will you give me another chance? I asked you something almost a month ago. I'm asking again."
"Can I change my answer this time?"
"Please do!"
"Then yes!" Harry pulled her back to him and kissed her again. They were so blissfully content that a thrice of hours later they couldn't worry about their first quidditch match, and it was against Slytherin.
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TBC, of course. Sorry if you don't like the fluffy/silly lovey-dovey stuff, but there it is!
A/N: Read and Review please!
