Joel and Kristina were sitting in the common room. Francesca and Harry had
to gone to the secret room Harrys father spoke of once or twice or maybe a
whole summer! Well, the room he was told of only came when you needed a
place really bad. What you did was you walked up and down this one corridor
thinking of what room you need and what for. He did so and concocted a
perfect little room for a date. Kristina watched the clock waiting for
them.
*
The song ended and the pair sat down on this huge comfy sofa the room provided. The couple was, of course, Harry and Francesca.
"Harry! This is the best date I've ever been on. And I'm only eleven!" Harry looked at the heart shaped clock.
"Your twelve now," he said, and she kissed him.
"Harry this is the best birthday ever. I'm here with my boyfriend, school is ending in two months, and I'm proving my father wrong," Francesca said leaning on Harry. Harry wasn't listening. His lips tingled from her kiss; his eyes wide with a dumbfounded look on his face. It was their first kiss, but nothing like he pictured it. Quickly, he decided that kiss didn't count. To him, it was a friendly thank-you kiss. Gently, he lifted her body until they were eye level. Then, he kissed her. Not a polite thanks kiss, but a full I love you; I want you tongue kiss (Harry didn't even know he could kiss like this!). After a minute they broke apart.
"Wow Harry," Francesca breathed out. Harry went to kiss her again, but she stopped him.
"What?" he asked. Francesca smoothed her skirt.
"Harry, I like you A LOT, and this year has been SUPER great. And that kiss was just, wow. But, I'm only twelve and you will be right before school ends. I don't want to move too fast. Call me old fashioned but we shouldn't be making out until our third year the latest," Francesca stood and moved towards the door, "I promise, wherever we are when I turn fourteen, I'll make it up to you. See you tomorrow Harry." And she left. Harry sat like he had just screwed up everything in the world. He couldn't figure it out; he thought they liked each other. Maybe he was a bad kisser, but she DID say wow. Whatever it was, Harry didn't need it to bother him so he blew out the small red candles and went to the common room where Kristina lay asleep in her brothers lap while he slept sitting up with his head thrown back.
"I'm back," he said in a loud voice to wake them both. Kristina sat right up and rubbed her eyes, then hit her brother in the chest because he was still snoring. Joel looked mad at first then saw Harry and smiled.
"How did it go?" he asked rubbing his eyes and yawning. Harry sat and sunk down low.
"We talked, we danced, we ate, we danced some more, we kissed and then she left." Kristina winced at the words 'we kissed' while Joel was smiling.
"Why did she leave?" Joel asked. Kristina was also a little interested in it.
"I don't know! She pecked me then I kissed her again and I guess maybe my tongue scared her?" Kristina choked on the air.
"You FRENCHED her?" she asked. Joel almost fell out of his seat.
"You French kissed Francesca Malfoy? My dear boy let me kiss the ground you walk on!" Joel said and was very close to actually kissing the ground.
"I wouldn't have minded," Kristina huffed under her breath. Joel sat up and Harry looked at her. She realized what she said a little too late.
"Uh, time for bed, good night," she said closing her eyes, and cursed in her head. After a deep breath she then proceeded to the girls dormitory. Joel just shook it off, I mean, it was his sister. But Harry thought her words in his head over and over again. Kristina was just a friend, he grew up with her. Sure, they kissed once. But they both agreed it meant nothing, or at least that's what he thought they agreed on. After another hour two of the fifth years came down and shooed Joel and Harry away. They watched the first for a second and saw them get into heavy making out. Joel wanted to stay to see what happened but Harry dragged him away. There was too much on his mind to watch two fifth years go at it.
*
"Harry!" he opened his eyes to find Francesca there, standing over him. He realized he was wearing nothing (it was hot!) and seeing Francesca just standing there is her pjs was more then enough for him. It was Saturday and everyone was out. Francesca was the only life form in the boy dormitory.
"What are you doing?" he asked sitting up. Francesca was walking around smiling.
"I'm just looking around here. Did you know that George Finnigan has dirty magazines! And Joel has . . .well you probably already know what he has!" Had Francesca been snooping all morning? Harry almost got out of bed, and then realized he was commando.
"Uh, Francesca, could you leave for a moment while I change?" he asked. But Francesca didn't make a move towards the door.
"Harry, please! You act like I've never seen them before." Harry hesitantly climbed out of bed, covering himself with a sheet. Francesca glanced at him and shook her head smiling. He waited until he was absolutely positive she wasn't looking to change. Francesca left a little while later to get changed herself. She told Harry that Kristina planned a walk by the lake, where half the school would be today. Down at breakfast, Francesca and Harry took turns feeding each other muffins. Francesca made sure to lick all the chocolate chips off Harrys fingers. At this sight, Kristina felt sick and made a face to the wall.
"So Kristina, what is the plan for today?" Francesca asked her again. Kristina let out a sigh.
"Okay, two you walk out with arms linked. You speak to some of the members of the quidditch team then stroll around the lake where tons of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws await you," Kristina explained for the hundredth time. Francesca smiled and went back to her food. She never grew old of hearing the plan while each time she explained it, it made Kristina want to hurl. Then it was time. Francesca stood up and took Harrys hand.
"Showtime," her and Kristina said in perfect unison.
*
The song ended and the pair sat down on this huge comfy sofa the room provided. The couple was, of course, Harry and Francesca.
"Harry! This is the best date I've ever been on. And I'm only eleven!" Harry looked at the heart shaped clock.
"Your twelve now," he said, and she kissed him.
"Harry this is the best birthday ever. I'm here with my boyfriend, school is ending in two months, and I'm proving my father wrong," Francesca said leaning on Harry. Harry wasn't listening. His lips tingled from her kiss; his eyes wide with a dumbfounded look on his face. It was their first kiss, but nothing like he pictured it. Quickly, he decided that kiss didn't count. To him, it was a friendly thank-you kiss. Gently, he lifted her body until they were eye level. Then, he kissed her. Not a polite thanks kiss, but a full I love you; I want you tongue kiss (Harry didn't even know he could kiss like this!). After a minute they broke apart.
"Wow Harry," Francesca breathed out. Harry went to kiss her again, but she stopped him.
"What?" he asked. Francesca smoothed her skirt.
"Harry, I like you A LOT, and this year has been SUPER great. And that kiss was just, wow. But, I'm only twelve and you will be right before school ends. I don't want to move too fast. Call me old fashioned but we shouldn't be making out until our third year the latest," Francesca stood and moved towards the door, "I promise, wherever we are when I turn fourteen, I'll make it up to you. See you tomorrow Harry." And she left. Harry sat like he had just screwed up everything in the world. He couldn't figure it out; he thought they liked each other. Maybe he was a bad kisser, but she DID say wow. Whatever it was, Harry didn't need it to bother him so he blew out the small red candles and went to the common room where Kristina lay asleep in her brothers lap while he slept sitting up with his head thrown back.
"I'm back," he said in a loud voice to wake them both. Kristina sat right up and rubbed her eyes, then hit her brother in the chest because he was still snoring. Joel looked mad at first then saw Harry and smiled.
"How did it go?" he asked rubbing his eyes and yawning. Harry sat and sunk down low.
"We talked, we danced, we ate, we danced some more, we kissed and then she left." Kristina winced at the words 'we kissed' while Joel was smiling.
"Why did she leave?" Joel asked. Kristina was also a little interested in it.
"I don't know! She pecked me then I kissed her again and I guess maybe my tongue scared her?" Kristina choked on the air.
"You FRENCHED her?" she asked. Joel almost fell out of his seat.
"You French kissed Francesca Malfoy? My dear boy let me kiss the ground you walk on!" Joel said and was very close to actually kissing the ground.
"I wouldn't have minded," Kristina huffed under her breath. Joel sat up and Harry looked at her. She realized what she said a little too late.
"Uh, time for bed, good night," she said closing her eyes, and cursed in her head. After a deep breath she then proceeded to the girls dormitory. Joel just shook it off, I mean, it was his sister. But Harry thought her words in his head over and over again. Kristina was just a friend, he grew up with her. Sure, they kissed once. But they both agreed it meant nothing, or at least that's what he thought they agreed on. After another hour two of the fifth years came down and shooed Joel and Harry away. They watched the first for a second and saw them get into heavy making out. Joel wanted to stay to see what happened but Harry dragged him away. There was too much on his mind to watch two fifth years go at it.
*
"Harry!" he opened his eyes to find Francesca there, standing over him. He realized he was wearing nothing (it was hot!) and seeing Francesca just standing there is her pjs was more then enough for him. It was Saturday and everyone was out. Francesca was the only life form in the boy dormitory.
"What are you doing?" he asked sitting up. Francesca was walking around smiling.
"I'm just looking around here. Did you know that George Finnigan has dirty magazines! And Joel has . . .well you probably already know what he has!" Had Francesca been snooping all morning? Harry almost got out of bed, and then realized he was commando.
"Uh, Francesca, could you leave for a moment while I change?" he asked. But Francesca didn't make a move towards the door.
"Harry, please! You act like I've never seen them before." Harry hesitantly climbed out of bed, covering himself with a sheet. Francesca glanced at him and shook her head smiling. He waited until he was absolutely positive she wasn't looking to change. Francesca left a little while later to get changed herself. She told Harry that Kristina planned a walk by the lake, where half the school would be today. Down at breakfast, Francesca and Harry took turns feeding each other muffins. Francesca made sure to lick all the chocolate chips off Harrys fingers. At this sight, Kristina felt sick and made a face to the wall.
"So Kristina, what is the plan for today?" Francesca asked her again. Kristina let out a sigh.
"Okay, two you walk out with arms linked. You speak to some of the members of the quidditch team then stroll around the lake where tons of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws await you," Kristina explained for the hundredth time. Francesca smiled and went back to her food. She never grew old of hearing the plan while each time she explained it, it made Kristina want to hurl. Then it was time. Francesca stood up and took Harrys hand.
"Showtime," her and Kristina said in perfect unison.