A/N: Look another chapter! This one focuses on Sheila and Harry's relationship! Be forewarned! Sex ahead! I don't go into any extreme details, but still, ya know, some people don't like it! Enjoy!
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CHAPTER 11:
ALL IS WELL...?
*A WEEK LATER*
"Albus, I think she has the right to know."
Dumbledore sighed, leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped together in his lap. "I know, Minerva, but it's not like we can spring it on her out of nowhere. We must wait until she is able to deal with it mentally."
"I have never been one to misjudge your actions and I know you have the best intentions in mind, but if we don't tell her soon, someone else will."
"No. Soon is still too soon. We must be patient."
McGonagall stood from where she was sitting in the leather chair, slamming a fist on his desktop. "Oh, fuck patience! This is a matter of survival we're talking about here. She's a very intelligent girl, Albus. If she finds out on her own, she'll never forgive us. She'll feel betrayed, I know it. Then what'll we do? Sit around and wait to be killed by that bastard?!"
"My dear Minerva, please sit." McGonagall hesitated, but sat back down. "Believe me when I say that no one would love to tell her more than me. I agree in saying that she is an intelligent girl, but she's also fragile. She is still haunted by the memory of her abandonment."
"But she wasn't ab-"
"I know. Let me finish. She's still suffering. And now that Jackie is gone, her healing wounds have been reopened. There isn't a weekly meeting that goes by that she doesn't cry over something that's happened to her. She has yet to deal with the grief. If we tell her now, it'll be a far worse thing than if someone else were to tell her."
McGonagall nodded her understanding. "I see... She wasn't even allowed to go to the funeral for Pete's sake..."
"Minerva, you know damn well why she wasn't allowed. We can't go on recklessly like this or major mistakes will be made. I say we just lend her a shoulder to cry on, give her a helping hand, let her Protector do his job and make sure that no one interferes with the initial plan. See where it all goes."
"Right. I suppose that's better than nothing at all."
"Yes, yes." Dumbledore stood and shrugged his midnight blue cloak on. "Shall we? I'm starved."
McGonagall made as if she were about to say something more, but shook her head and closed the door behind them, a look of indecision sketched across her face.
~*~*~
*THE NEXT DAY/ CHRISTMAS EVE*
Sheila fell onto her bed, sighing happily. Hermione looked up from her book.
"So how was your walk with Harry?"
Sheila sighed again. "I was wonderful..."
"Oooh..." Hermione set her quill down and walked over to Sheila's bed and sat down next to Sheila. "So, what happened?"
"Actually... nothing..."
"Why are you so happy then?"
"He's just so... perfect... He makes me feel so good, Hermione. And when we kiss, all my problems just melt away. I feel so safe in his arms, like nothing can harm me. He's a great listener. And we have SO much in common. It's crazy..." She looked at Hermione, who was grinning. "What?"
"I know that look."
"Look? What look?"
"The look of love..."
"Who? Me?"
"I wouldn't doubt it."
Sheila contemplated this, a grin spreading across her face. "You think?"
"I don't think, I know. I had that same goofy grin on my face too, ya know. I still do."
"Ron?"
"Yup."
"You love him?"
"With all my heart."
Sheila giggled. "Maybe, just maybe, you're right... But we've only been going out for a month."
Hermoine shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It could be a month, 2 years, one day, but when you're struck with the love bug, well you're... uh... there ya go."
They heard a hiss in the bathroom and Crookshanks ran inside their bedroom, a bloody Ron running after him.
"You fucking cat! I'm gonna kill you!"
Hermione jumped up. "Ron, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"I'm trying to catch this furball, Hermione, so I can send it to it's grave!" Crookshanks ran out of the room at full speed, Ron following close behind.
"Oh no you don't, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione chased after them, leaving a very amused, yet content Sheila behind.
~*~*~
*THAT NIGHT*
Harry awoke to the sound of someone knocking on his bedroom door. He fumbled for his glasses, putting them on as he rolled out of his bed. The person knocked again, only louder this time. Harry groaned.
"I'm coming... I'm coming..."
He opened his door to find Sheila on the other side, rubbing sleep from her eyes, her hair messed up. She was holding a red blanket in one hand and gripping a stuffed, black dog in the other. He grinned. *'She's so cute...'*
He cleared his throat. "Yes, ma'am. May I help you?"
Sheila yawned. "Can I crash in your room tonight?"
"Why?"
"Because Ron and Hermione had a huge fight earlier and now their 'talking things out', if ya know what I mean."
"No, I don't. Sorry." He made to close the door, but Sheila stopped him, giving him a warning look.
"It's 3 in the morning, Harry. I'm tired and on the verge of committing a murder, so DON'T test me."
"Murder, eh?" Harry scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Can I help? Anyone I know?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, you do. His name is Harry Potter and aside from escaping Lord Voldemort numerous times, he's one of the luckiest men on earth."
"Why's that?"
"Because he's going out with me." She spat. "Now can I sleep with you or not?"
Harry raised his hands. "Whoa.... Now, why would you want to go and kill him for? Besides, I don't think my girlfriend would approve. She's a bit of a hothead and likes to threaten people."
Sheila sighed, rubbing her temples. "Well I spoke to her and she said that she could give a flying fuck if I slept with you or not."
Harry shook his head, unconvinced. "Hmm... I don't think so... What would your boyfriend say?"
Sheila was now fully awake. She looked at him and grinned. "What he doesn't know, won't hurt him..."
"Ah, see, now your talking my kind of language."
"So, that's a yes?"
"No."
"Ugh, fine, you selfish nutter." She started to walk away. "I'll go sleep in the common room on one of those old, lumpy couches and wake up with a back ache and a crick in my neck..." She came to an abrupt stop when Harry stepped on the end of her trailing blanket.
"I was kidding. Come in. I guess you can have the privilege of sleeping with the Boy-Who-Lived tonight."
Sheila smiled and kissed him. "I knew you couldn't resist..."
"How could I? You look so sexy in you're little bunny slippers..."
She looked down and blushed. "Oh yeah." She rolled her eyes. "And you're boxers with the dancing fruit on them really turn me on..." This time, he blushed.
Sheila laughed and hopped into his bed, pulling his comforter over the both of them. He lay down next to her, one arm beneath her neck, the other resting on her stomach.
"What would your boyfriend say about this position?"
Sheila snuggled closer to him, her cheek placed on his steadily rising and falling chest. "I don't think he'd want to hear about it. He gets jealous easily..."
"I do not!" He stopped, clearing his throat. "I mean, I don't think he would mind. He might even enjoy it."
"Maybe." Sheila paused. "What about your girlfriend? Would she like it?"
"I don't know. I hope so because I do and would love to try it out on her some time. You're a girl. You think she'd like it?"
Sheila grinned, closing her eyes. "I think she'd love it..." She turned her head and kissed his bare chest. Harry shuddered at the touch. She grinned against his skin, her trail of kisses leading all the way up to his neck. She nuzzled the spot just below his ear with the tip of her nose.
"Merlin, I love you..."
"Wha-? What?"
Sheila stiffened. "Nothing. I said nothing."
"You said you loved me, didn't you?"
"No."
"Well do you?"
"Maybe..."
"Yes or no?"
Sheila sighed. "Fine, if you must badger me... I think I do." She paused. "Yes, I do. I love you."
Harry took in a deep breath, smiling. "I love you too."
"Really?"
He kissed her, his hand slipping beneath the waist band of her pajama bottoms as it slowly made its way to what he believed was rightfully his. Sheila gasped.
"What're you doing?"
"Nothing..." He began to move his index finger in small circles. Sheila quietly moaned.
"St-op. Stop." He ceased his actions, frowning. It's not like they haven't done stuff like this before...
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just..."
Harry's eyes widened. "I- I'm sorry. I forgot." He made to withdraw his hand, but Sheila stopped him.
"No. It's just that I believe that every time people have sex, they give a piece of themselves to the other person." She bit her lip. "But before I have sex for the first time, I want to give that special someone the biggest piece of me..."
"And what would that be?"
Sheila smiled. "My heart..."
"Oh... but it's not like we're gonna have sex." He looked at her, her eyes smiling brightly back. "Are we...?"
Sheila lifted her head a little, her lips resting on his. She lightly gave each part of his mouth a peck. Left, right, middle. Left, right, middle, before he started responding to her. Her soft tongue flicked out, licking the bottom of his mouth. He sighed, opening his mouth as well, his tongue venturing out and meeting hers.
She rolled over to where she was now on top of him, her petite body straddling his hips. Sheila pulled away from him. He let out a tiny whimper, yearning for the touch of her lips on his.
"Sshh..." She placed a finger to his lips and he lightly kissed it. She smiled. He reached for the bottom of her shirt and gently pulled it over her head, throwing it to the side as soon as he got it off.
Shifting his position, he sat up a little more. He quietly brushed away a few tendrils of hair from her face and eyes locked with hers, lowered his head to kiss the top of each bare breast. She relaxed beneath his touch and leaned back, Harry's arms the only thing holding her up. He shifted, folding his legs beneath himself and lowered her back onto the bed.
Sheila smiled up at him as he removed her pajama bottoms, bit by bit, kissing each part of newly exposed leg skin. He finally got them off and threw them next to her shirt.
"Hey... that's not fair..." She reached for the waist band of his boxers and slid her hands inside, tenderly grasping his... (A/N: Well *blush* you know...) Harry moaned. She started moving her hand up and down slowly.
"As much as I hate to do this because it feels so good..." He moaned again. "You're gonna have to stop or else I'm not gonna be able to..."
Sheila blushed. "I'm sorry..." She withdrew her hand, but not before giving him another light squeeze.
He grinned. "It's okay."
She reached up again, only this time when she placed her hands inside his boxers, she took them off, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Harry shivered as the cold air licked at his body.
"You're turn..." He slipped a finger beneath the elastic of her pink underwear. She lifted her hips and he removed them as well, kissing the top of her hip bone.
She giggled. "That tickles."
He quickly (but not too fast, as not to scare her) positioned himself above her, his arms supporting most of his weight. He looked down at her and sighed. Her hair was fanned out around her, her cheeks tinged with a bit of pink. The excitement and nervousness reflecting from her eyes.
"Are you sure...? I don't want to do anything you're not ready for..." He, of course, was ready. Ready to break and seal the barrier that would bind them together and make them one. (A/N: That sounded very cheesy...)
Sheila ran a hand through his hair, where it came to rest on his cheek, her thumb brushing across his lips. "Do me a favor, dollface."
He kissed her thumb lightly, then turned his head and kissed her palm.
"What's that?" He mumbled. She made an indistinguishable noise and Harry paused to look at her. He saw that a few tears escaped her eyes. He held her hand down as she tried to wipe them away.
"Leave them. They show that you're scared. And that's a good thing." He gave her a peck on the cheek. "Now, what of this favor?"
She swallowed, the lump in her throat growing smaller as she looked into his unblinking green eyes.
"Don't break my heart, okay...?"
Harry looked slightly taken aback, then softly smiled. "As long as you don't break mine..."
"I would never..."
He kissed her forehead. "And neither will I..."
A/N: OH MY! I can't believe I just did that! If that whole scene seems kind of stupid, I'm sorry! I don't have any experience with stuff like that... at least, not yet, anyway... Please REVIEW!
LET GO
CHAPTER 11:
ALL IS WELL...?
*A WEEK LATER*
"Albus, I think she has the right to know."
Dumbledore sighed, leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped together in his lap. "I know, Minerva, but it's not like we can spring it on her out of nowhere. We must wait until she is able to deal with it mentally."
"I have never been one to misjudge your actions and I know you have the best intentions in mind, but if we don't tell her soon, someone else will."
"No. Soon is still too soon. We must be patient."
McGonagall stood from where she was sitting in the leather chair, slamming a fist on his desktop. "Oh, fuck patience! This is a matter of survival we're talking about here. She's a very intelligent girl, Albus. If she finds out on her own, she'll never forgive us. She'll feel betrayed, I know it. Then what'll we do? Sit around and wait to be killed by that bastard?!"
"My dear Minerva, please sit." McGonagall hesitated, but sat back down. "Believe me when I say that no one would love to tell her more than me. I agree in saying that she is an intelligent girl, but she's also fragile. She is still haunted by the memory of her abandonment."
"But she wasn't ab-"
"I know. Let me finish. She's still suffering. And now that Jackie is gone, her healing wounds have been reopened. There isn't a weekly meeting that goes by that she doesn't cry over something that's happened to her. She has yet to deal with the grief. If we tell her now, it'll be a far worse thing than if someone else were to tell her."
McGonagall nodded her understanding. "I see... She wasn't even allowed to go to the funeral for Pete's sake..."
"Minerva, you know damn well why she wasn't allowed. We can't go on recklessly like this or major mistakes will be made. I say we just lend her a shoulder to cry on, give her a helping hand, let her Protector do his job and make sure that no one interferes with the initial plan. See where it all goes."
"Right. I suppose that's better than nothing at all."
"Yes, yes." Dumbledore stood and shrugged his midnight blue cloak on. "Shall we? I'm starved."
McGonagall made as if she were about to say something more, but shook her head and closed the door behind them, a look of indecision sketched across her face.
~*~*~
*THE NEXT DAY/ CHRISTMAS EVE*
Sheila fell onto her bed, sighing happily. Hermione looked up from her book.
"So how was your walk with Harry?"
Sheila sighed again. "I was wonderful..."
"Oooh..." Hermione set her quill down and walked over to Sheila's bed and sat down next to Sheila. "So, what happened?"
"Actually... nothing..."
"Why are you so happy then?"
"He's just so... perfect... He makes me feel so good, Hermione. And when we kiss, all my problems just melt away. I feel so safe in his arms, like nothing can harm me. He's a great listener. And we have SO much in common. It's crazy..." She looked at Hermione, who was grinning. "What?"
"I know that look."
"Look? What look?"
"The look of love..."
"Who? Me?"
"I wouldn't doubt it."
Sheila contemplated this, a grin spreading across her face. "You think?"
"I don't think, I know. I had that same goofy grin on my face too, ya know. I still do."
"Ron?"
"Yup."
"You love him?"
"With all my heart."
Sheila giggled. "Maybe, just maybe, you're right... But we've only been going out for a month."
Hermoine shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It could be a month, 2 years, one day, but when you're struck with the love bug, well you're... uh... there ya go."
They heard a hiss in the bathroom and Crookshanks ran inside their bedroom, a bloody Ron running after him.
"You fucking cat! I'm gonna kill you!"
Hermione jumped up. "Ron, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"I'm trying to catch this furball, Hermione, so I can send it to it's grave!" Crookshanks ran out of the room at full speed, Ron following close behind.
"Oh no you don't, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione chased after them, leaving a very amused, yet content Sheila behind.
~*~*~
*THAT NIGHT*
Harry awoke to the sound of someone knocking on his bedroom door. He fumbled for his glasses, putting them on as he rolled out of his bed. The person knocked again, only louder this time. Harry groaned.
"I'm coming... I'm coming..."
He opened his door to find Sheila on the other side, rubbing sleep from her eyes, her hair messed up. She was holding a red blanket in one hand and gripping a stuffed, black dog in the other. He grinned. *'She's so cute...'*
He cleared his throat. "Yes, ma'am. May I help you?"
Sheila yawned. "Can I crash in your room tonight?"
"Why?"
"Because Ron and Hermione had a huge fight earlier and now their 'talking things out', if ya know what I mean."
"No, I don't. Sorry." He made to close the door, but Sheila stopped him, giving him a warning look.
"It's 3 in the morning, Harry. I'm tired and on the verge of committing a murder, so DON'T test me."
"Murder, eh?" Harry scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Can I help? Anyone I know?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, you do. His name is Harry Potter and aside from escaping Lord Voldemort numerous times, he's one of the luckiest men on earth."
"Why's that?"
"Because he's going out with me." She spat. "Now can I sleep with you or not?"
Harry raised his hands. "Whoa.... Now, why would you want to go and kill him for? Besides, I don't think my girlfriend would approve. She's a bit of a hothead and likes to threaten people."
Sheila sighed, rubbing her temples. "Well I spoke to her and she said that she could give a flying fuck if I slept with you or not."
Harry shook his head, unconvinced. "Hmm... I don't think so... What would your boyfriend say?"
Sheila was now fully awake. She looked at him and grinned. "What he doesn't know, won't hurt him..."
"Ah, see, now your talking my kind of language."
"So, that's a yes?"
"No."
"Ugh, fine, you selfish nutter." She started to walk away. "I'll go sleep in the common room on one of those old, lumpy couches and wake up with a back ache and a crick in my neck..." She came to an abrupt stop when Harry stepped on the end of her trailing blanket.
"I was kidding. Come in. I guess you can have the privilege of sleeping with the Boy-Who-Lived tonight."
Sheila smiled and kissed him. "I knew you couldn't resist..."
"How could I? You look so sexy in you're little bunny slippers..."
She looked down and blushed. "Oh yeah." She rolled her eyes. "And you're boxers with the dancing fruit on them really turn me on..." This time, he blushed.
Sheila laughed and hopped into his bed, pulling his comforter over the both of them. He lay down next to her, one arm beneath her neck, the other resting on her stomach.
"What would your boyfriend say about this position?"
Sheila snuggled closer to him, her cheek placed on his steadily rising and falling chest. "I don't think he'd want to hear about it. He gets jealous easily..."
"I do not!" He stopped, clearing his throat. "I mean, I don't think he would mind. He might even enjoy it."
"Maybe." Sheila paused. "What about your girlfriend? Would she like it?"
"I don't know. I hope so because I do and would love to try it out on her some time. You're a girl. You think she'd like it?"
Sheila grinned, closing her eyes. "I think she'd love it..." She turned her head and kissed his bare chest. Harry shuddered at the touch. She grinned against his skin, her trail of kisses leading all the way up to his neck. She nuzzled the spot just below his ear with the tip of her nose.
"Merlin, I love you..."
"Wha-? What?"
Sheila stiffened. "Nothing. I said nothing."
"You said you loved me, didn't you?"
"No."
"Well do you?"
"Maybe..."
"Yes or no?"
Sheila sighed. "Fine, if you must badger me... I think I do." She paused. "Yes, I do. I love you."
Harry took in a deep breath, smiling. "I love you too."
"Really?"
He kissed her, his hand slipping beneath the waist band of her pajama bottoms as it slowly made its way to what he believed was rightfully his. Sheila gasped.
"What're you doing?"
"Nothing..." He began to move his index finger in small circles. Sheila quietly moaned.
"St-op. Stop." He ceased his actions, frowning. It's not like they haven't done stuff like this before...
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just..."
Harry's eyes widened. "I- I'm sorry. I forgot." He made to withdraw his hand, but Sheila stopped him.
"No. It's just that I believe that every time people have sex, they give a piece of themselves to the other person." She bit her lip. "But before I have sex for the first time, I want to give that special someone the biggest piece of me..."
"And what would that be?"
Sheila smiled. "My heart..."
"Oh... but it's not like we're gonna have sex." He looked at her, her eyes smiling brightly back. "Are we...?"
Sheila lifted her head a little, her lips resting on his. She lightly gave each part of his mouth a peck. Left, right, middle. Left, right, middle, before he started responding to her. Her soft tongue flicked out, licking the bottom of his mouth. He sighed, opening his mouth as well, his tongue venturing out and meeting hers.
She rolled over to where she was now on top of him, her petite body straddling his hips. Sheila pulled away from him. He let out a tiny whimper, yearning for the touch of her lips on his.
"Sshh..." She placed a finger to his lips and he lightly kissed it. She smiled. He reached for the bottom of her shirt and gently pulled it over her head, throwing it to the side as soon as he got it off.
Shifting his position, he sat up a little more. He quietly brushed away a few tendrils of hair from her face and eyes locked with hers, lowered his head to kiss the top of each bare breast. She relaxed beneath his touch and leaned back, Harry's arms the only thing holding her up. He shifted, folding his legs beneath himself and lowered her back onto the bed.
Sheila smiled up at him as he removed her pajama bottoms, bit by bit, kissing each part of newly exposed leg skin. He finally got them off and threw them next to her shirt.
"Hey... that's not fair..." She reached for the waist band of his boxers and slid her hands inside, tenderly grasping his... (A/N: Well *blush* you know...) Harry moaned. She started moving her hand up and down slowly.
"As much as I hate to do this because it feels so good..." He moaned again. "You're gonna have to stop or else I'm not gonna be able to..."
Sheila blushed. "I'm sorry..." She withdrew her hand, but not before giving him another light squeeze.
He grinned. "It's okay."
She reached up again, only this time when she placed her hands inside his boxers, she took them off, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Harry shivered as the cold air licked at his body.
"You're turn..." He slipped a finger beneath the elastic of her pink underwear. She lifted her hips and he removed them as well, kissing the top of her hip bone.
She giggled. "That tickles."
He quickly (but not too fast, as not to scare her) positioned himself above her, his arms supporting most of his weight. He looked down at her and sighed. Her hair was fanned out around her, her cheeks tinged with a bit of pink. The excitement and nervousness reflecting from her eyes.
"Are you sure...? I don't want to do anything you're not ready for..." He, of course, was ready. Ready to break and seal the barrier that would bind them together and make them one. (A/N: That sounded very cheesy...)
Sheila ran a hand through his hair, where it came to rest on his cheek, her thumb brushing across his lips. "Do me a favor, dollface."
He kissed her thumb lightly, then turned his head and kissed her palm.
"What's that?" He mumbled. She made an indistinguishable noise and Harry paused to look at her. He saw that a few tears escaped her eyes. He held her hand down as she tried to wipe them away.
"Leave them. They show that you're scared. And that's a good thing." He gave her a peck on the cheek. "Now, what of this favor?"
She swallowed, the lump in her throat growing smaller as she looked into his unblinking green eyes.
"Don't break my heart, okay...?"
Harry looked slightly taken aback, then softly smiled. "As long as you don't break mine..."
"I would never..."
He kissed her forehead. "And neither will I..."
A/N: OH MY! I can't believe I just did that! If that whole scene seems kind of stupid, I'm sorry! I don't have any experience with stuff like that... at least, not yet, anyway... Please REVIEW!