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Chapter 4: Lie like Lovers, Cry like Children
"Now I believe our relationship has become very seedy indeed." Harry said, surveying the area that they'd been making out in for the past 20 minutes.
"Was our relationship seedy before?" Corra murmured against his lips.
Harry took a minute to ponder that.
"Well, I suppose we could be worse." He smiled, thinking of all of the other places they had been. He kissed her lightly on the ear, playfully. She turned to kiss him again on the mouth, but the two lovers were interrupted.
It was Hermione. Corra sighed in frustration; God that girl could be annoying some times.
"We'll be at school in about an hour or so, I'd get a little more, ahem, cleaned up if I were you." Hermione said, noticing that certain articles of clothing were discarded and on the floor. Hermione left as quickly as she came and leaving the pair in privacy.
Corra took a brush from her bag and pulled it through her long, dark hair.
"You know, is that girl interested in your life as she is with everybody else's?" Corra proceeded to reach for her black sweater on the floor.
"I don't know." Harry said simply, and adjusted his shirt to make himself look a little more presentable. He went on to get the rest of his stuff off of the floor before he ran a quick hand through his messy black hair.
Corra's cell phone interrupted the silence. The shrill ring of it annoyed Harry somewhat, but he put up with it. For Corra. She snatched up the phone from her bag.
"Hello?" Harry was close enough to hear the other side of the conversation.
"Stay away from Harry," A cold and scratchy voice spoke, and the line went dead.
"What the hell? Harry, who would do that,?" Corra sounded worried, but mostly annoyed.
"Well, a lot of people actually," Harry thought to himself after saying that. Corra wasn't really aware of how famous he was, growing up in Italy.
"How would they know my number? Magic, I suppose, but it would be hard to do." Corra set her phone down like it was a dangerous explosive or something.
Harry's first thought of the phantom caller, was Malfoy. But he couldn't be sure, after all, it could even be Hermione. She seemed to be very immature about the whole situation of Harry and Corra's relationship.
As an attempt to pretend the whole call never happened, Corra asked Harry,
"What happens when I get to school?" Her eyes were bright now, as if nasty callers didn't bother her.
"Well," Harry said, "You'll be sorted into a house. My house is Gryffindor."
"Oh. How nice." If Corra was bright and bubbly thirty seconds ago, now she seemed like she had the emotions of a statue.
'Is she hiding something from me?' Harry thought.
Chapter 4: Lie like Lovers, Cry like Children
"Now I believe our relationship has become very seedy indeed." Harry said, surveying the area that they'd been making out in for the past 20 minutes.
"Was our relationship seedy before?" Corra murmured against his lips.
Harry took a minute to ponder that.
"Well, I suppose we could be worse." He smiled, thinking of all of the other places they had been. He kissed her lightly on the ear, playfully. She turned to kiss him again on the mouth, but the two lovers were interrupted.
It was Hermione. Corra sighed in frustration; God that girl could be annoying some times.
"We'll be at school in about an hour or so, I'd get a little more, ahem, cleaned up if I were you." Hermione said, noticing that certain articles of clothing were discarded and on the floor. Hermione left as quickly as she came and leaving the pair in privacy.
Corra took a brush from her bag and pulled it through her long, dark hair.
"You know, is that girl interested in your life as she is with everybody else's?" Corra proceeded to reach for her black sweater on the floor.
"I don't know." Harry said simply, and adjusted his shirt to make himself look a little more presentable. He went on to get the rest of his stuff off of the floor before he ran a quick hand through his messy black hair.
Corra's cell phone interrupted the silence. The shrill ring of it annoyed Harry somewhat, but he put up with it. For Corra. She snatched up the phone from her bag.
"Hello?" Harry was close enough to hear the other side of the conversation.
"Stay away from Harry," A cold and scratchy voice spoke, and the line went dead.
"What the hell? Harry, who would do that,?" Corra sounded worried, but mostly annoyed.
"Well, a lot of people actually," Harry thought to himself after saying that. Corra wasn't really aware of how famous he was, growing up in Italy.
"How would they know my number? Magic, I suppose, but it would be hard to do." Corra set her phone down like it was a dangerous explosive or something.
Harry's first thought of the phantom caller, was Malfoy. But he couldn't be sure, after all, it could even be Hermione. She seemed to be very immature about the whole situation of Harry and Corra's relationship.
As an attempt to pretend the whole call never happened, Corra asked Harry,
"What happens when I get to school?" Her eyes were bright now, as if nasty callers didn't bother her.
"Well," Harry said, "You'll be sorted into a house. My house is Gryffindor."
"Oh. How nice." If Corra was bright and bubbly thirty seconds ago, now she seemed like she had the emotions of a statue.
'Is she hiding something from me?' Harry thought.