Love
Chapter 3
The Fires of Love
Harry could not handle the kind of love Emily was showing and literally shoving in his face. He had not expected to be in this kind of relationship so fast. So, his feelings went haywire. One day, he pulled Emily into an empty classroom before lunch. "Harry? What going on?" Emily asked, scared of the answer. "oh nothing," Harry said, lust rising in his veins, " I just thought I should spend some quality time with my girlfriend that's all." She softened, thinking that was the real reason, but was still on her guard. " Harry, I'm still confused, what's really wrong?" she asked. Harry moved toward her with a malicious smile on his face, lust showing in his eyes. He grabbed Emily with so much force she could not stand up and she immediately fell to the floor. He pressed himself against her and began to stroke her body. She could not breathe and she felt she was drowning, deeper and deeper. Emily finally pushed him away long enough to take a breath and then, as he was about to pounce on top of her, she punched him square in the face. She got up, ragged and torn, and punched him again. "Harry, if you will ever get it through your thick skull, you will learn never to take advantage of Emily Elizabeth Miller. I don't know what that was but you'd better stop now! I don't think I'll ever forgive you for this!" She panted, trying to piece together her clothing as best she could. Harry looked up at Emily square in the face, his nose and his lips were bleeding and his left eye was swollen. He ran out of the door feeling hurt and like he had just made the worst mistake of his life (which he had).
Later that day, Emily didn't go to classes, but she sat in the common room and stared at the fire. Its dancing hypnotized her and the heat made her sleepy. She had almost fallen asleep when Harry walked into the room. He saw someone sitting on the couch but he didn't know who it was. He moved closer and saw it was Emily, recovering from the afternoon. " Mind if I sit down?" he asked, hoping her answer would not be no. " she looked at him and shook her head. Harry sat down and stared at her while she stared at the fire. " You look beautiful tonight," he said softly, hoping she wouldn't punch him again, " I came to apologize for this afternoon. Will you forgive me?" Her eyes met his and they watched each other for what seemed like hours. "Do you really mean that?" she asked, searching for the truth in his eyes. " Yes," he said simply, and she rested her head on Harry's shoulder and fell asleep. Harry stared at the fire and was hypnotized into sleep.
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A/N: Do you like? I need to know what you think. And thank you celticgurl for your reviews. I think you're the only one to review my obviously horrible story. Should I change it? Should I change my summary? I think I should. Please review!!!!! PLEASE!!!! I BEG OF YOU!!! Please review!
Chapter 3
The Fires of Love
Harry could not handle the kind of love Emily was showing and literally shoving in his face. He had not expected to be in this kind of relationship so fast. So, his feelings went haywire. One day, he pulled Emily into an empty classroom before lunch. "Harry? What going on?" Emily asked, scared of the answer. "oh nothing," Harry said, lust rising in his veins, " I just thought I should spend some quality time with my girlfriend that's all." She softened, thinking that was the real reason, but was still on her guard. " Harry, I'm still confused, what's really wrong?" she asked. Harry moved toward her with a malicious smile on his face, lust showing in his eyes. He grabbed Emily with so much force she could not stand up and she immediately fell to the floor. He pressed himself against her and began to stroke her body. She could not breathe and she felt she was drowning, deeper and deeper. Emily finally pushed him away long enough to take a breath and then, as he was about to pounce on top of her, she punched him square in the face. She got up, ragged and torn, and punched him again. "Harry, if you will ever get it through your thick skull, you will learn never to take advantage of Emily Elizabeth Miller. I don't know what that was but you'd better stop now! I don't think I'll ever forgive you for this!" She panted, trying to piece together her clothing as best she could. Harry looked up at Emily square in the face, his nose and his lips were bleeding and his left eye was swollen. He ran out of the door feeling hurt and like he had just made the worst mistake of his life (which he had).
Later that day, Emily didn't go to classes, but she sat in the common room and stared at the fire. Its dancing hypnotized her and the heat made her sleepy. She had almost fallen asleep when Harry walked into the room. He saw someone sitting on the couch but he didn't know who it was. He moved closer and saw it was Emily, recovering from the afternoon. " Mind if I sit down?" he asked, hoping her answer would not be no. " she looked at him and shook her head. Harry sat down and stared at her while she stared at the fire. " You look beautiful tonight," he said softly, hoping she wouldn't punch him again, " I came to apologize for this afternoon. Will you forgive me?" Her eyes met his and they watched each other for what seemed like hours. "Do you really mean that?" she asked, searching for the truth in his eyes. " Yes," he said simply, and she rested her head on Harry's shoulder and fell asleep. Harry stared at the fire and was hypnotized into sleep.
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A/N: Do you like? I need to know what you think. And thank you celticgurl for your reviews. I think you're the only one to review my obviously horrible story. Should I change it? Should I change my summary? I think I should. Please review!!!!! PLEASE!!!! I BEG OF YOU!!! Please review!