Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K Rowling
A/N Thanks reviewers! I read all of them in earnest – in fact, one of you gave me an idea that I didn't even think of ;)
Hell yeah. I was feeling sick. Because I could see in his eyes that he was being completely honest – for all he knew, he'd been attacked by a rogue Bludger and had been unconscious since…the end of Quidditch practice. Which meant that wasn't Harry I'd talked to in the stands.
"Oh God!" I gasped. Harry looked puzzled.
"What?"
Something…bad has happened" I started. I led him over to the couch and explained my conversation with "him".
"Someone must have used Polyjuice Potion", I explained, "but who would want to imitate you?" I pondered.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"I would have thought that would be obvious," he muttered. I was still perplexed.
"Who?"
"Ron! It's so pathetically obvious. He was not only trying to drive a wedge between us, he was declaring his love for you, too!"
He had a point.
"But Ron's not that stupid, is he? He must have known you'd come straight to me"
Harry looked sceptical.
"Don't think too highly of him, Hermy".
I had to smile. Harry frowned at me, while raising his eyebrows as if to ask "What?"
"I should have known. He never once called me 'Hermy'" I said with a giggle. Harry smiled back at me but suddenly shuffled closer to me on the seat.
"I hate that he hurt you" he whispered, passion burning in his eyes.
"Oh, it was my pigheadedness as much as anything-" I said, but was cut off. By lips. On mine. Making it quite hard to speak. Being kissed had taken me completely off-guard, and I was still mumbling away for a few seconds, before I started getting used to the feeling of our lips pressed together, and liking it. So I started kissing him back. It was quite heavenly actually, and I was awakened to the realisation that in the back of my 15 year-old brain, I had been fantasising about this for the last three months, although if I was more honest, it was more like three years. The most important thing was, it felt so right - Harry, me, red leather…couch and lips and bodies. I kept fluttering my eyes open and closed; in some subconscious effort to make sure this was actually happening – that I wasn't in some lovely dream. If I was, I was quite happy to stay asleep forever, O.W.Ls be damned. Unfortunately, my imagination started to go awry, and I foresaw myself fluttering my eyes open to find a certain redhead next to me on the couch. My eyes flew open. Still Harry. I pushed him away slightly and as soon as out lips broke away from each other, I started to feel the loss, like someone had just cut off my hand. I pushed the feeling away too. Harry was looking guilty, so I patted his arm.
"If that's you, then you have nothing to worry about. But I was pretty well convinced earlier, how do I know this isn't the impostor?" I asked. So help them God if this is the impostor.
"Well, what's something that I know that no-one else knows, not even Ron?" Harry asked. I let out a laugh at the thought that came to mind.
"Well, I know Harry wouldn't tell Ron this. After we went swimming last holidays, what did we do?" I asked with a grin. Harry returned a flirtatious smile.
"We shared a lovely spa bath, and you left me high and dry, which is starting to become a habit of yours, young lady" he said, giving me a mock-frown.
"Sorry" I said, and swung my legs around so they were resting on his lap
"That's quite alright. You know I'd forgive you anything," he said, stroking my legs absently.
"Ah, I'm sure I'll be putting that to the test sometime" I said with a sigh.
"So does this mean we're-"
"Dating?" I interjected.
"Yeah. How very American of us. How are we supposed to 'date' at boarding school?" Harry asked with a laugh.
"Well, you can accompany me to the Three Broomsticks next Hogsmeade weekend. You can buy me a 'soda'" I said with my best American accent. We'd seen too many Happy Days re-runs over the holidays.
Harry snorted.
"Give me a Butterbeer any day"
By now my robes had been pushed up to my knees and he was stroking my bare calves, making me shiver involuntarily, then giggle.
"You're damn well lucky this common room was empty when you came in".
"Mmm, yeah, think of all the things I would've missed out on"
"Hey, you just watch yourself, I haven't said we were dating yet". I smiled.
"Why is it up to you?"
"Because I'm the girl"
"Oh, but of course milady" he said sarcastically.
"Watch it," I growled, jokingly.
Of course, by now, he had got my shoes off and was tickling my feet in the most delicious and strangely erotic way.
"Okay. We can date now" I said, divinely happy.
"Good" he said, stopping to kiss my hand and stroke my hair. I got to my feet.
"I'm sleepy," I said shortly. I hadn't realised how late it was.
"Goodnight kiss?" he asked at the foot of the stairs, with a sweet look on his face.
I obliged, trusting him and the situation enough not to open my eyes once, simply wrapping my arms around his neck and enjoying his lips on mine and his strong hands around my waist. It had to stop somewhere so I opened my eyes and broke away. And was greeted by a horrible sight. Ron. Coming in the door that is.
A/N Ron lovers don't kill me! All is not what it seems. Reviews muchly welcomed.