CHAPTER 3
The next few days followed the same pattern he would meet Sally and they would walk for miles stopping for a drink, which Sally had started bringing with her from home, saving Harry the embarrassment of letting her pay all the time.
Sometimes they held hands, and Harry felt like a king. One sunny afternoon they were sitting under "their tree" in a comfortable silence when as Harry turned to say something he found himself almost nose to nose with Sally, before he could think better of it he pressed his lips gently against hers.
Surprised at his own daring Harry drew back slightly giving Sally the opportunity to move away if she wanted to. Sally reacted by drawing nearer and kissing him back, gently at first then more boldly, Harry felt as though fireworks were exploding in his head. After several moments they broke apart breathlessly, Harry had to fight the sudden urge to jump up and a skip round the park.
Sally smiled at him shyly and said "Finally, I thought you were never going to do that."
"Really, you could have kissed me first you know, I wouldn't have complained," laughed Harry.
"Well nice girls don't do that," answered Sally in pretend primness.
"You're not a nice girl, are you?" Harry said daringly.
"Oh you offend me sir!" laughed Sally unable to maintain the mock seriousness in her voice.
With that they both burst out laughing and fell together kissing with a passion that surprised Harry in its intensity.
What seemed like hours later the walked home Harry said a disappointed goodbye to Sally at her front door, then floated back to number 4.
That evening as Harry tried to concentrate on his History of Magic essay, he found himself glancing frequently towards Sally's bedroom window. He spotted an unknown owl approaching.
He had just gotten up to open the window when he saw it fly directly into Sally's open window! Shocked by this he continued to watch, eventually he glimpsed Sally at the window sending the owl back out into the night.
He ducked out of view as he saw her glance his way, sitting on the floor, breathing deeply; he tried to calm his mounting anger. Why would she hide it from him? Why keep it a secret that she was a witch? All this time the clues were so obvious Harry thought, she goes to boarding school and her history teacher is "Dead" boring.
Harry suddenly realised the importance of that statement, her teacher wasn't just dead boring he was dead! And just as he started to think maybe she didn't tell him believing him to be a muggle, he recalled the first night at dinner when she had asked him if he recognised her. She knew. She was playing with him.
Harry was shaking with anger, how dare she? Was her attraction for him a deception as well? Harry didn't know how long he sat there on the floor but eventually he pulled himself onto the bed and dozed off.
The next morning he awoke with a smile on his face as he remembered his dream. He and Sally had been together and things had gotten very steamy! Then he remembered the previous night and he was suddenly even more furious than he had been the night before. How could he dream about her when she had betrayed him? He had a quick shower and threw on some clothes. Before he knew it he was banging on the Sutton's door, not really sure what he wanted to say.
After a moment Sally answered the door and smiled when she saw who it was. Her smile faltered when she noticed Harry's angry expression.
"What's the matter? Has something happened?" she asked in a worried voice.
"You tell me?" said Harry cryptically "you're the one who had a letter delivered late at night."
"Oh" was Sally's only reply.
"Oh, is that all you have to say?" stormed Harry.
"You'd better come in," said Sally.
They entered the house and Harry vaguely noticed that it was a very nice, ordinary muggle home.
"Why did you keep it a secret? You knew who I was," stated Harry.
"Well before I tell you, I just want to say I'm glad you found out. I've been trying to think of a way to tell you without making you hate me."
Harry tried not to let her see that her words had taken away some of his anger.
"On that first night I was about to tell you when your aunt interrupted me. Then I realised that it wasn't very complimentary that you didn't recognise me! I know that's not an excuse but I was a bit miffed," Sally added looking embarrassed. "I'm going to be a 4th year in Ravenclaw house; we've been at the same school for 3 years!"
"Why did you move here?" asked Harry, another suspicion forming in his head, "did Dumbledore arrange it?"
"Well yes, he thought you might like to have a friendly face nearby," Sally said in a small voice.
"But why would your parents agree? I mean they're muggles aren't they?"
"Actually no" answered Sally "but it's a long story, come into the kitchen and I'll get us something to drink." Sally replied.
As she poured out two glasses of pumpkin juice she began to tell him her story. "Mum and Dad are from two of the oldest magical families left. The first time Voldemort came to power they helped the Order, in secret, only Dumbledore knew who they were. Both of their families were sympathetic to Voldemort and they helped glean information about his intentions. When he showed his true colours the family loyalties became divided, some stayed with him others were killed. Mum and Dad continued to work in secret, it was my father's way of trying to keep my mother safe, and they became involved with protecting mugggles who were in danger from Voldemort, like the Prime Minister and his cabinet. They had to learn to live exactly like muggles to protect their secret. I was brought up almost like a muggle child; there were a few obvious exceptions, like where my parents worked. But father never allowed magic at home; I went to primary school just like you. Anyway Dumbledore contacted them after the Triwizard tournament, they've been helping the order in secret ever since. So Dumbledore arranged that we move here to keep you company. I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you, I thought you might mistake my attraction to you for some kind of lame hero worship!"
Harry sat for several moments processing all this, he tried to stay angry at the renewed interference in his life, but found that his anger was not directed at Sally anymore but at Dumbledore.
Harry looked up at Sally and taking in her worried expression, he stood up and walked round the kitchen table where he stopped just in front of her and held his skinny arms open.
Sally didn't need anymore encouragement; she all but knocked him over as she fell into his embrace. Relief gradually changed into a completely different emotion as Sally slowly raised her lips to Harry's.
They explored each other with mounting passion, Harry's hand smoothing gradually down Sally's back, daring to venture just past her waist pulling her even closer as Sally's hands sneaked under his baggy t-shirt, sending delicious shivers up and down his spine.
+ They jumped apart at the loud crack of her mother apperating right into the kitchen a few metres from them. Harry coughed in embarrassment and immediately tried to hide the results of their passion behind one of the kitchen chairs.
"Hello again Harry, how are you dear?" inquired Sally's mother politely.
"I'm fine thanks Mrs Sutton," his face glowing an embarrassed red.
"Mum, hi!" said Sally just as red as Harry and slightly breathless.
"Why don't you two go watch TV in the lounge while I make us some lunch? Dad will be home soon," Mrs Sutton said smiling.
"Good idea, come on Harry," and Sally all but dragged Harry out of the room. "I'm so sorry" she said, once they were alone, "I forgot she would be coming home, I, uh, kind of loose track of things around you."
"I'm glad I'm not the only one," replied Harry. Thoroughly disappointed at the interruption. " You know I kinda went out a couple of times with this girl last year," Harry began embarrassedly, "But I, uh, you know, I couldn't talk to her, I was always nervous about what to say, I, just, I want.what I'm saying is, that your different, I mean I'm different with you. Oh hell.I'll shut up will I?"
Sally laughed and said "it's alright I get it, we kinda match."
"Yeah" smiled Harry "we do kinda match."
The next few days followed the same pattern he would meet Sally and they would walk for miles stopping for a drink, which Sally had started bringing with her from home, saving Harry the embarrassment of letting her pay all the time.
Sometimes they held hands, and Harry felt like a king. One sunny afternoon they were sitting under "their tree" in a comfortable silence when as Harry turned to say something he found himself almost nose to nose with Sally, before he could think better of it he pressed his lips gently against hers.
Surprised at his own daring Harry drew back slightly giving Sally the opportunity to move away if she wanted to. Sally reacted by drawing nearer and kissing him back, gently at first then more boldly, Harry felt as though fireworks were exploding in his head. After several moments they broke apart breathlessly, Harry had to fight the sudden urge to jump up and a skip round the park.
Sally smiled at him shyly and said "Finally, I thought you were never going to do that."
"Really, you could have kissed me first you know, I wouldn't have complained," laughed Harry.
"Well nice girls don't do that," answered Sally in pretend primness.
"You're not a nice girl, are you?" Harry said daringly.
"Oh you offend me sir!" laughed Sally unable to maintain the mock seriousness in her voice.
With that they both burst out laughing and fell together kissing with a passion that surprised Harry in its intensity.
What seemed like hours later the walked home Harry said a disappointed goodbye to Sally at her front door, then floated back to number 4.
That evening as Harry tried to concentrate on his History of Magic essay, he found himself glancing frequently towards Sally's bedroom window. He spotted an unknown owl approaching.
He had just gotten up to open the window when he saw it fly directly into Sally's open window! Shocked by this he continued to watch, eventually he glimpsed Sally at the window sending the owl back out into the night.
He ducked out of view as he saw her glance his way, sitting on the floor, breathing deeply; he tried to calm his mounting anger. Why would she hide it from him? Why keep it a secret that she was a witch? All this time the clues were so obvious Harry thought, she goes to boarding school and her history teacher is "Dead" boring.
Harry suddenly realised the importance of that statement, her teacher wasn't just dead boring he was dead! And just as he started to think maybe she didn't tell him believing him to be a muggle, he recalled the first night at dinner when she had asked him if he recognised her. She knew. She was playing with him.
Harry was shaking with anger, how dare she? Was her attraction for him a deception as well? Harry didn't know how long he sat there on the floor but eventually he pulled himself onto the bed and dozed off.
The next morning he awoke with a smile on his face as he remembered his dream. He and Sally had been together and things had gotten very steamy! Then he remembered the previous night and he was suddenly even more furious than he had been the night before. How could he dream about her when she had betrayed him? He had a quick shower and threw on some clothes. Before he knew it he was banging on the Sutton's door, not really sure what he wanted to say.
After a moment Sally answered the door and smiled when she saw who it was. Her smile faltered when she noticed Harry's angry expression.
"What's the matter? Has something happened?" she asked in a worried voice.
"You tell me?" said Harry cryptically "you're the one who had a letter delivered late at night."
"Oh" was Sally's only reply.
"Oh, is that all you have to say?" stormed Harry.
"You'd better come in," said Sally.
They entered the house and Harry vaguely noticed that it was a very nice, ordinary muggle home.
"Why did you keep it a secret? You knew who I was," stated Harry.
"Well before I tell you, I just want to say I'm glad you found out. I've been trying to think of a way to tell you without making you hate me."
Harry tried not to let her see that her words had taken away some of his anger.
"On that first night I was about to tell you when your aunt interrupted me. Then I realised that it wasn't very complimentary that you didn't recognise me! I know that's not an excuse but I was a bit miffed," Sally added looking embarrassed. "I'm going to be a 4th year in Ravenclaw house; we've been at the same school for 3 years!"
"Why did you move here?" asked Harry, another suspicion forming in his head, "did Dumbledore arrange it?"
"Well yes, he thought you might like to have a friendly face nearby," Sally said in a small voice.
"But why would your parents agree? I mean they're muggles aren't they?"
"Actually no" answered Sally "but it's a long story, come into the kitchen and I'll get us something to drink." Sally replied.
As she poured out two glasses of pumpkin juice she began to tell him her story. "Mum and Dad are from two of the oldest magical families left. The first time Voldemort came to power they helped the Order, in secret, only Dumbledore knew who they were. Both of their families were sympathetic to Voldemort and they helped glean information about his intentions. When he showed his true colours the family loyalties became divided, some stayed with him others were killed. Mum and Dad continued to work in secret, it was my father's way of trying to keep my mother safe, and they became involved with protecting mugggles who were in danger from Voldemort, like the Prime Minister and his cabinet. They had to learn to live exactly like muggles to protect their secret. I was brought up almost like a muggle child; there were a few obvious exceptions, like where my parents worked. But father never allowed magic at home; I went to primary school just like you. Anyway Dumbledore contacted them after the Triwizard tournament, they've been helping the order in secret ever since. So Dumbledore arranged that we move here to keep you company. I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you, I thought you might mistake my attraction to you for some kind of lame hero worship!"
Harry sat for several moments processing all this, he tried to stay angry at the renewed interference in his life, but found that his anger was not directed at Sally anymore but at Dumbledore.
Harry looked up at Sally and taking in her worried expression, he stood up and walked round the kitchen table where he stopped just in front of her and held his skinny arms open.
Sally didn't need anymore encouragement; she all but knocked him over as she fell into his embrace. Relief gradually changed into a completely different emotion as Sally slowly raised her lips to Harry's.
They explored each other with mounting passion, Harry's hand smoothing gradually down Sally's back, daring to venture just past her waist pulling her even closer as Sally's hands sneaked under his baggy t-shirt, sending delicious shivers up and down his spine.
+ They jumped apart at the loud crack of her mother apperating right into the kitchen a few metres from them. Harry coughed in embarrassment and immediately tried to hide the results of their passion behind one of the kitchen chairs.
"Hello again Harry, how are you dear?" inquired Sally's mother politely.
"I'm fine thanks Mrs Sutton," his face glowing an embarrassed red.
"Mum, hi!" said Sally just as red as Harry and slightly breathless.
"Why don't you two go watch TV in the lounge while I make us some lunch? Dad will be home soon," Mrs Sutton said smiling.
"Good idea, come on Harry," and Sally all but dragged Harry out of the room. "I'm so sorry" she said, once they were alone, "I forgot she would be coming home, I, uh, kind of loose track of things around you."
"I'm glad I'm not the only one," replied Harry. Thoroughly disappointed at the interruption. " You know I kinda went out a couple of times with this girl last year," Harry began embarrassedly, "But I, uh, you know, I couldn't talk to her, I was always nervous about what to say, I, just, I want.what I'm saying is, that your different, I mean I'm different with you. Oh hell.I'll shut up will I?"
Sally laughed and said "it's alright I get it, we kinda match."
"Yeah" smiled Harry "we do kinda match."