I realize that this story has become a bit...disgusting. So, I'll try to make it not so much... but I do already have plans... and they can't be changed. So... try to not be too disgusted.
"No, wait!" cried Harry desperately as he was yanked down the now empty hall. "I can't do this. I can't. It's wrong, Tori. We're too young for this."
"You're right, Harry," muttered Tori, her bright face falling. "We are too young. But what about know?" She leaned in and kissed him fiercely. Harry followed for a moment, but then caught himself.
"No, Tori. You know what I mean. This is all wrong. We can't just... you know. It was wrong the first time and is still wrong."
"But Harry..."
"No." And with that, Harry turned and walked away, hurrying to make it semi-on time to Divination.
"Harry, wait up!" Harry started to run, a fast paced jog that carried him far from the sounds of the calling Tori. He ran, classrooms speeding by, the other occasional latecomer jumping out of his way. He sprinted away, without even looking as to where his feet were taking him. Hallways and classrooms were all just a blur, a blur that couldn't be more out of place.
Harry ran out of the school and out into the lawn, still under the spell of his feet. He had no idea where he was going, and didn't want to know. So when he stopped at the door of Hagrid's hut, he was a bit surprised.
"Why would I come here?" he whispered to himself questioningly. He was lucky Hagrid wasn't having class right now, or he would be in even bigger trouble. In fact, he hadn't even talked to Hagrid at all since coming to Hogwarts. Was he on his side or against him? "I might as well find out," said Harry to himself once more. He tapped on the hard, wooden door, waiting for an answer.
"Coming," called the warm, big voice of Hagrid the gamekeeper. Already, Harry felt soothed. Hagrid wouldn't be mad at him, he had liked him since he was a baby, and he had always been there for-
The door opened, and out popped Hagrid, his large, shining face matted with hair. When he spotted Harry, however, a giant frown fell.
"You..." he muttered slowly. "With all of 'a the things yuv bin thru, I figured you would be the last persin to..." He paused, then spoke again. "Harry Potter, yur a disgrace to yur late family. I would 'ave never thought you to be so disrespectful. Get off of me doorstep." Harry stood still, a bit confused by what had just been said. "I sed, get off me doorstep, you slimy git!" Harry backed away slowly. His most dependable friend, Hagrid...
"Thatsit! And I don't ever want you back 'ere agin!" Harry turned and ran back to the castle. Everyone had abandoned him. He had no one left at all. Even Sirius hated him, from that accidental accident he had had with him. He was alone.
"No, wait!" cried Harry desperately as he was yanked down the now empty hall. "I can't do this. I can't. It's wrong, Tori. We're too young for this."
"You're right, Harry," muttered Tori, her bright face falling. "We are too young. But what about know?" She leaned in and kissed him fiercely. Harry followed for a moment, but then caught himself.
"No, Tori. You know what I mean. This is all wrong. We can't just... you know. It was wrong the first time and is still wrong."
"But Harry..."
"No." And with that, Harry turned and walked away, hurrying to make it semi-on time to Divination.
"Harry, wait up!" Harry started to run, a fast paced jog that carried him far from the sounds of the calling Tori. He ran, classrooms speeding by, the other occasional latecomer jumping out of his way. He sprinted away, without even looking as to where his feet were taking him. Hallways and classrooms were all just a blur, a blur that couldn't be more out of place.
Harry ran out of the school and out into the lawn, still under the spell of his feet. He had no idea where he was going, and didn't want to know. So when he stopped at the door of Hagrid's hut, he was a bit surprised.
"Why would I come here?" he whispered to himself questioningly. He was lucky Hagrid wasn't having class right now, or he would be in even bigger trouble. In fact, he hadn't even talked to Hagrid at all since coming to Hogwarts. Was he on his side or against him? "I might as well find out," said Harry to himself once more. He tapped on the hard, wooden door, waiting for an answer.
"Coming," called the warm, big voice of Hagrid the gamekeeper. Already, Harry felt soothed. Hagrid wouldn't be mad at him, he had liked him since he was a baby, and he had always been there for-
The door opened, and out popped Hagrid, his large, shining face matted with hair. When he spotted Harry, however, a giant frown fell.
"You..." he muttered slowly. "With all of 'a the things yuv bin thru, I figured you would be the last persin to..." He paused, then spoke again. "Harry Potter, yur a disgrace to yur late family. I would 'ave never thought you to be so disrespectful. Get off of me doorstep." Harry stood still, a bit confused by what had just been said. "I sed, get off me doorstep, you slimy git!" Harry backed away slowly. His most dependable friend, Hagrid...
"Thatsit! And I don't ever want you back 'ere agin!" Harry turned and ran back to the castle. Everyone had abandoned him. He had no one left at all. Even Sirius hated him, from that accidental accident he had had with him. He was alone.