Chapter Five: Longing
Harry was still brooding over Lydia. He felt happy when he finally heard the news from Ron - but insanely jealous. He had finally persuaded Hermione to go with him. Now the only question was, would she accept his marriage proposal? Would Lydia and I cross paths once again? God, I hope so.
As Harry walked down the hall towards the Quidditch field, he sighed. This time he would be practicing alone. But as he had gone past the Gryffindor women's corridor, he stopped suddenly, when he had seen the woman he had been longing to for the past three days. He had tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness, but could clearly see her as she walked down the hall. She looked like an angel floating in the mist. She wore a light flowing blue gown that flew past her feet as she walked steadily down the hallway. Her eyes looked glassy - the same as they had before. Oh no.Harry knew she was having another of her spells. He had decided on a whim to follow after her, and keep her safe. She had walked slowly down the corridors towards the end of the spiral staircases, right before they changed, Harry was able to follow closely behind her. She slowly reached out her hand, and entered into what she thought was a chapel. Harry was growing bewildered. It was a stockroom. She had gotten low onto her knees and folded her hands in what looked like a prayer. "Bring it to me" he heard her utter those words and watched as a bright glow began to surround her. "I want it" she said, her eyes now looked closed, as she was being pushed back by some force that Harry was squinting his eyes to see more clearly. He could have sworn there was absolutely nothing there. "I have a thirst for it.please" she rose up her hands and threw herself back towards the floor again as Harry's eyes could barely stay open the light being as bright as it was. She had then started moving and he pulled himself back so that she would not see - but her face did not look like her own - she barely looked human. She then screeched out in what sounded like horror as she was being choked. Harry saw her grab for her neck as if protecting it, but again, he saw nothing there and thought she was slowly going insane.She looked as though she were being struck. Harry then felt frightened chills as he heard that familiar sound of parseltonge. On no.he thought, his entire form shaking. She was yelling even louder and Harry was quite afraid that someone would discover her. "MONSTER!" She screamed. He then watched as her very hand ignited nearly into a flame that had only once before come from a magic wand. She was more powerful a witch than he had ever imagined. And then; everything had become dark once more. Lydia had fallen to the floor in a pile of silk blue. Her gown had nearly fallen over her head and Harry froze in horror as much of her beauty was plainly exposed. In the silence of the room, he could hear her steady breathing. Thank god.he thought, still too afraid to approach her. What happened to you? He wondered sadly. What monster? He was haunted by so many questions.but while all of his instincts were telling him that he must stay away from her - that everything would come against him had he gotten too close - his heart longed to reach out to her still and to protect her.
Lydia rose up slowly, her eyes trying to focus. "Where the bloody hell am I?" He heard her uttering. She quickly covered her legs and stood up. She felt an aching bruise on the back of her head. The room was still spinning. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking meek and afraid - two sides of her nature that she dare not show anyone. Harry, feeling brave, mustered the courage to come into the light. "YOU!" She gasped. "What are.you doing here?" She asked him breathlessly. "I followed you," he admitted quickly. "You saw me??" She uttered, immediately noticing her physical state and how she was dressed. She immediately attempted to cover herself - but it was no use. He had already seen far too much. "What happened?" She had demanded of him. "What did you see." Harry blinked cautiously. "You were surrounded by a bright light and were praying and asking for something.then you started screaming and calling someone a monster" Harry said, to her quick bewilderment. She obviously had no recollection of what had just occurred. "Come with me, I will walk you back to the Gryffindor common room and get something warm for you to drink" he offered. She shakingly accepted his offer and followed quickly behind him, staring at the back of his untamed hair she was growing more curious by the moment. There was something to Harry Potter that made her grow attracted to him. He was genuine. All of the others were taken aback by everything she was. He wasn't. You have no idea Harry knew that she was staring at him now.
After he brought her back, she quickly disappeared and reappeared in a dark red muggle outfit that he clearly recognized as shorts and a tank top. "Much better" she sighed aloud, feeling foolish allowing him to see her in her mother's old gown. She sat down on the floor next to him by the fire and he felt his heart leaping a million miles a minute. Her long legs seemed to casually fall next to his and he watched her closely as she sipped her drink. Speak.damn you, say something! He thought madly. She spoke first. "Thank you" she said. He flushed. "You have done far more for me than you realize, Harry," she said in unbeknownst seductive tones that she was clearly unaware of, but that made Harry's mind burn with pleasure as she continued to talk. Say my name again.he thought. "You're welcome," he uttered, his palms growing sweaty as he touched his teacup. Their eyes met. "You have beautiful eyes," she said, with softness in her voice Harry had never heard from anyone. He suddenly felt overwhelmed with the urge to take her into his arms. He felt as though he were about to explode. "And that scar, I wager I have heard stories about.forgive me for my rudeness in the past. You have proven yourself a friend," Lydia said. He took a deep breath. "Oh Harry, I am so afraid" she admitted, finally. "Its alright" he found himself pulling closer. "I." she closed her eyes for a moment as Harry's body inched closer. She then stood. "I shouldn't be here," she uttered. "Its improper; after all I am still a student and you." Lydia sighed. Harry's heart sank. He lowered his head. He bit his lip, his agony growing steadily once again. He did not rise. He was too upset to meet her face. That was her way of telling him that she was not interested. He could take a hint. She sensed his anger. "What is the matter with you? If I have offended you in any way, I apolgize." she whispered. "No" he said simply. "I have," she said, herself growing frustrated. "Do not take my refusal to stay as a put down Harry. That has nothing to do with it. I am trying to protect you," she said more coolly. "From what?" He asked her, his curiosity getting the better of him -as usual. "ME" she said more coldly. "You?" He asked, just as bewildered as ever. Why are you such a damned mystery?? He thought angrily. "Yes, me you twit. You saw what happened tonight! I am a threat to everyone! STAY AWAY from me!" She said, immediately pulling back. He only blinked, but the more that she told him to stay away from her, the more passionately he wanted to stay. "I can't" he said softly. She looked puzzled. "Do as I say.unless you want to be hurt; I could not bare to add myself to your long list of tragedies!" She cried. He shook his head. His determination out won over her demands. But his eyes considered her something that was far from a tragedy. "You bloody fool! I cannot believe you!" She slapped him lightly on the face. "Falling in love with me; what a silly bastard. My father is your families' mortal enemy!" Harry stood there, silently - his eyes never leaving her. She lowered her eyes. She let out a sigh. "I have to go," she said, pulling back. "I do not want you to leave," he said. She only pushed herself against the door forcefully, as if trying to escape. The look in Harry's green eyes was unmistakable. He had made his decision. Lydia was breathless. Harry had slowly cornered her - purposely. Her back stiffened as he came even closer; to the point where she could hear his deep breathing. He leaned down and slowly put an arm around her waist. She bit her lip "stay away Potter" she whispered; still trying to deny her attraction. He pulled her into his embrace and his body felt so warm. He felt her shiver at his touch. "No" he said, and kissed her. Her legs felt weak as he held onto her tightly, not letting go until he had had a taste of her.her hands dropped; as her mouth held onto his, hungrily. She felt his hand grace her cheek tenderly as he relished his first kiss. She felt her arms going around him slowly, eager to pull him towards her - needy; tenderly. When he finally pulled away, Lydia's eyes were brighter and her expression seemed lost in a daze. "Wow" she said softly. As he continued to caress her face. "No wonder they call you." she was lost on her playfully sarcastic remark as he kissed her again; and again. "I don't want to talk." he whispered. She wrapped her arms around him, and just let everything around them be forgotten.
Harry was still brooding over Lydia. He felt happy when he finally heard the news from Ron - but insanely jealous. He had finally persuaded Hermione to go with him. Now the only question was, would she accept his marriage proposal? Would Lydia and I cross paths once again? God, I hope so.
As Harry walked down the hall towards the Quidditch field, he sighed. This time he would be practicing alone. But as he had gone past the Gryffindor women's corridor, he stopped suddenly, when he had seen the woman he had been longing to for the past three days. He had tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness, but could clearly see her as she walked down the hall. She looked like an angel floating in the mist. She wore a light flowing blue gown that flew past her feet as she walked steadily down the hallway. Her eyes looked glassy - the same as they had before. Oh no.Harry knew she was having another of her spells. He had decided on a whim to follow after her, and keep her safe. She had walked slowly down the corridors towards the end of the spiral staircases, right before they changed, Harry was able to follow closely behind her. She slowly reached out her hand, and entered into what she thought was a chapel. Harry was growing bewildered. It was a stockroom. She had gotten low onto her knees and folded her hands in what looked like a prayer. "Bring it to me" he heard her utter those words and watched as a bright glow began to surround her. "I want it" she said, her eyes now looked closed, as she was being pushed back by some force that Harry was squinting his eyes to see more clearly. He could have sworn there was absolutely nothing there. "I have a thirst for it.please" she rose up her hands and threw herself back towards the floor again as Harry's eyes could barely stay open the light being as bright as it was. She had then started moving and he pulled himself back so that she would not see - but her face did not look like her own - she barely looked human. She then screeched out in what sounded like horror as she was being choked. Harry saw her grab for her neck as if protecting it, but again, he saw nothing there and thought she was slowly going insane.She looked as though she were being struck. Harry then felt frightened chills as he heard that familiar sound of parseltonge. On no.he thought, his entire form shaking. She was yelling even louder and Harry was quite afraid that someone would discover her. "MONSTER!" She screamed. He then watched as her very hand ignited nearly into a flame that had only once before come from a magic wand. She was more powerful a witch than he had ever imagined. And then; everything had become dark once more. Lydia had fallen to the floor in a pile of silk blue. Her gown had nearly fallen over her head and Harry froze in horror as much of her beauty was plainly exposed. In the silence of the room, he could hear her steady breathing. Thank god.he thought, still too afraid to approach her. What happened to you? He wondered sadly. What monster? He was haunted by so many questions.but while all of his instincts were telling him that he must stay away from her - that everything would come against him had he gotten too close - his heart longed to reach out to her still and to protect her.
Lydia rose up slowly, her eyes trying to focus. "Where the bloody hell am I?" He heard her uttering. She quickly covered her legs and stood up. She felt an aching bruise on the back of her head. The room was still spinning. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking meek and afraid - two sides of her nature that she dare not show anyone. Harry, feeling brave, mustered the courage to come into the light. "YOU!" She gasped. "What are.you doing here?" She asked him breathlessly. "I followed you," he admitted quickly. "You saw me??" She uttered, immediately noticing her physical state and how she was dressed. She immediately attempted to cover herself - but it was no use. He had already seen far too much. "What happened?" She had demanded of him. "What did you see." Harry blinked cautiously. "You were surrounded by a bright light and were praying and asking for something.then you started screaming and calling someone a monster" Harry said, to her quick bewilderment. She obviously had no recollection of what had just occurred. "Come with me, I will walk you back to the Gryffindor common room and get something warm for you to drink" he offered. She shakingly accepted his offer and followed quickly behind him, staring at the back of his untamed hair she was growing more curious by the moment. There was something to Harry Potter that made her grow attracted to him. He was genuine. All of the others were taken aback by everything she was. He wasn't. You have no idea Harry knew that she was staring at him now.
After he brought her back, she quickly disappeared and reappeared in a dark red muggle outfit that he clearly recognized as shorts and a tank top. "Much better" she sighed aloud, feeling foolish allowing him to see her in her mother's old gown. She sat down on the floor next to him by the fire and he felt his heart leaping a million miles a minute. Her long legs seemed to casually fall next to his and he watched her closely as she sipped her drink. Speak.damn you, say something! He thought madly. She spoke first. "Thank you" she said. He flushed. "You have done far more for me than you realize, Harry," she said in unbeknownst seductive tones that she was clearly unaware of, but that made Harry's mind burn with pleasure as she continued to talk. Say my name again.he thought. "You're welcome," he uttered, his palms growing sweaty as he touched his teacup. Their eyes met. "You have beautiful eyes," she said, with softness in her voice Harry had never heard from anyone. He suddenly felt overwhelmed with the urge to take her into his arms. He felt as though he were about to explode. "And that scar, I wager I have heard stories about.forgive me for my rudeness in the past. You have proven yourself a friend," Lydia said. He took a deep breath. "Oh Harry, I am so afraid" she admitted, finally. "Its alright" he found himself pulling closer. "I." she closed her eyes for a moment as Harry's body inched closer. She then stood. "I shouldn't be here," she uttered. "Its improper; after all I am still a student and you." Lydia sighed. Harry's heart sank. He lowered his head. He bit his lip, his agony growing steadily once again. He did not rise. He was too upset to meet her face. That was her way of telling him that she was not interested. He could take a hint. She sensed his anger. "What is the matter with you? If I have offended you in any way, I apolgize." she whispered. "No" he said simply. "I have," she said, herself growing frustrated. "Do not take my refusal to stay as a put down Harry. That has nothing to do with it. I am trying to protect you," she said more coolly. "From what?" He asked her, his curiosity getting the better of him -as usual. "ME" she said more coldly. "You?" He asked, just as bewildered as ever. Why are you such a damned mystery?? He thought angrily. "Yes, me you twit. You saw what happened tonight! I am a threat to everyone! STAY AWAY from me!" She said, immediately pulling back. He only blinked, but the more that she told him to stay away from her, the more passionately he wanted to stay. "I can't" he said softly. She looked puzzled. "Do as I say.unless you want to be hurt; I could not bare to add myself to your long list of tragedies!" She cried. He shook his head. His determination out won over her demands. But his eyes considered her something that was far from a tragedy. "You bloody fool! I cannot believe you!" She slapped him lightly on the face. "Falling in love with me; what a silly bastard. My father is your families' mortal enemy!" Harry stood there, silently - his eyes never leaving her. She lowered her eyes. She let out a sigh. "I have to go," she said, pulling back. "I do not want you to leave," he said. She only pushed herself against the door forcefully, as if trying to escape. The look in Harry's green eyes was unmistakable. He had made his decision. Lydia was breathless. Harry had slowly cornered her - purposely. Her back stiffened as he came even closer; to the point where she could hear his deep breathing. He leaned down and slowly put an arm around her waist. She bit her lip "stay away Potter" she whispered; still trying to deny her attraction. He pulled her into his embrace and his body felt so warm. He felt her shiver at his touch. "No" he said, and kissed her. Her legs felt weak as he held onto her tightly, not letting go until he had had a taste of her.her hands dropped; as her mouth held onto his, hungrily. She felt his hand grace her cheek tenderly as he relished his first kiss. She felt her arms going around him slowly, eager to pull him towards her - needy; tenderly. When he finally pulled away, Lydia's eyes were brighter and her expression seemed lost in a daze. "Wow" she said softly. As he continued to caress her face. "No wonder they call you." she was lost on her playfully sarcastic remark as he kissed her again; and again. "I don't want to talk." he whispered. She wrapped her arms around him, and just let everything around them be forgotten.
