CHAPTER TWENTY: THE ROOM
The Gryffindor Common Room was incredibly quiet for a Saturday morning. The weather outside was gorgeous, making it a perfect day for everyone to not be in the castle. Of course, this gave Harry and Buffy the perfect opportunity to stay inside and take advantage of the peace and quiet.
There was a red and gold striped tie on the floor in front of the door to the boys room, something that Harry had discussed (haltingly and with a bright red face) with Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville. The boys had teased him mercilessly for about an hour, but had promised to knock before entering whenever the tie was on the door.
Unfortunately for Harry, his knot-tying skills were poor at best, and the tie had slipped from the door handle, onto the floor, making it seem as though someone had randomly lost a tie. It had been kicked further down the corridor by the stampede of people who had left the Grffindor Tower.
So, when Buffy and Harry where in the middle of an extremely intense make-out session, they weren't expecting to be walked in on yet again.
"Cripes!"
Buffy and Harry pulled away from each other, and Buffy scrambled to find her missing shirt. Seamus went bright red, trying to avert his eyes, but as a healthy Irish male, he found himself unable to look away from Buffy's tanned torso. Buffy, blushing brilliantly, pulled her shirt back on and glared at Harry.
"You said they wouldn't be walking in on us anymore!" she yelled angrily.
Harry shrugged helplessly. "They weren't meant to!" He turned to glare at Seamus, who was still having problems taking his eyes off Buffy, even though she was completely covered once again. Harry's eyes narrowed even further when he saw Seamus' lust-filled eyes. "You're not meant to come in here when the tie is on the door!"
Seamus was finally shocked out of his trance and gestured towards the open door.
"There's no tie on there Harry," Seamus protested.
Harry stood up and went to see for himself. He scowled as he saw his tie crumpled and lying several feet away. He retrieved it and tried to straighten it out.
"Nice one Harry," Buffy said sarcastically. She was definitely annoyed and more than a little frustrated. She'd been embarrassed enough when she'd heard about the arrangement with the other Sixth-Year boys in regards to the tie, but knowing that Harry hadn't even been able to properly use their system was aggravating.
Seamus ignored the extremely red couple and retrieved the half-completed homework that he'd come in for. Without another word, he slipped out of the dorm room.
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his mussed up hair.
"I'm really sorry," he said quietly.
Buffy sighed and sat herself next to him. S he took his hand and squeezed it gently.
"It's okay. I'm just…we really need to find somewhere private," she whispered.
Harry nodded and wracked his brain, trying to come up with somewhere they could have even an hour away from the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts.
"Don't suppose Dumbledore would let you apparate us out of here for a while?" Harry suggested.
Buffy just grinned. "Somehow I doubt that. He's been nice enough to let Willow come and visit next weekend. I doubt he'd be too keen on the two of us disappearing just because we want to get frisky with each other."
Harry sighed and lay back on his bed.
"What we need is a miracle," he commented.
They both lapsed into quiet contemplation. Harry reached over to his dresser drawer and pulled out a piece of blank parchment that looked as though it had seen better days. Buffy looked at him curiously. He just winked at her and pulled out his wand. He pointed it to the parchment.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
Buffy watched in amazement as a map of the Hogwarts grounds suddenly appeared. She grinned widely and looked at Harry.
"Where did you get this?" she asked.
"My dad made it. He, Sirius, Remus and…Wormtail," Harry explained, his voice catching at the thought of the fourth of the Marauder's who had betrayed the other three. Harry's parents were dead because Peter Pettigrew had betrayed them. Thankfully Pettigrew was now in Azkaban Prison.
They sat there studying the map. Buffy was surprised by the amount of secret passages that were marked on it. She hadn't realise how complex Hogwarts really was. Harry was pointing out different sections of the school, knowing it far better than Buffy did.
"That's the Chamber of Secrets there," Harry pointed out. "My dad and his friends didn't actually know about it, but I keep adding to the map whenever I find new rooms."
Buffy nodded and silently kept looking. It didn't look as though there was anywhere that would actually work for a room of their own. Harry sighed as he came to a similar conclusion. He tapped the map once more.
"Mischief managed."
Before they could say anything to each other, a loud crack sounded in the room, the noise making the two teens jump. Both Buffy and Harry had their wands out before they even realised they'd reached for them.
When Harry saw who the intruder was, he lowered his wand and sighed with relief. Buffy, however, remained dubious.
"Dobby, what are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Who or what is that?" Buffy whispered to Harry.
"Dobby the House-Elf at your service," Dobby replied, bowing slightly.
Buffy nodded and looked to Harry, still not entirely certain about the small creature that bore a startling resemblance to Yoda.
"He's a friend," Harry explained.
Buffy watched in amazement as the house elf nearly burst into tears at Harry's proclamation. Dobby wiped his eyes with what looked to be a tea cosy. Harry just grinned as he saw Buffy's complete confusion.
"Dobby is glad to be friends with Harry Potter," Dobby commented tearfully.
Harry just smiled kindly at the creature. "What brings you up here Dobby?"
Dobby's tears stopped and he looked at Harry with a knowing smile. "Dobby is knowing that Harry Potter is wishing for a…private room," Dobby commented.
The two teens went an even brighter red than they had when Seamus had walked in on them.
"Dobby is knowing where Harry Potter could find one," the house elf continued.
Harry's eyes lit up, and he knew that if Dobby wasn't lying or kidding, he would definitely be buying Dobby a year's supply of gloves to go with the fourth years supply of socks.
"Where's that then Dobby?" Harry asked.
Dobby smiled and stepped forward, grabbing hand tugging on Harry's hand.
"Dobby can't tell you sir. But Dobby can show you."
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Buffy and Harry followed Dobby through the labyrinth of corridors until they reached the seventh floor. They came to a halt in front of a blank wall opposite a tapestry depicting Barnabas the Barmy's foolish attempt to train trolls for the ballet. Harry looked at the house elf who was still smiling with pride.
"This is where Dobby will leave Harry Potter, sir," Dobby said.
"But…Dobby…where is this place?" Harry asked.
Dobby smiled. "Harry Potter must walk up and down in front of this wall three times, thinking of the place that you need."
With that, plus a loud crack, the house elf disappeared. Buffy looked at Harry, still not entirely convinced that the house elf was on the level.
"Is he always like that?" she asked.
"He's usually worse," he replied with a smile. He knew that Dobby usually meant well, but he knew the saying about good intentions.
"And I thought Dumbledore had that weird psychic mojo working for him," Buffy commented. "Yoda junior is just creepy. How did he know we wanted a room to ourselves?"
Harry just shrugged and began pacing, thinking in his mind about what they wanted. As he turned back on the third go around, a door appeared. Buffy gasped, and looked at Harry, completely stunned.
"Well…" Harry trailed off. He took Buffy by the hand, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. "Let's see where Dobby's led us this time. That house elf has a tendency to get me into trouble even when he's trying to help."
Harry turned the knob on the door and the two teens entered. They both came to a complete halt as they took in the room in front of them. The door closed quietly behind them, a lock clicking shut. Out in the corridor, the doorway shimmered and disappeared to nothingness.
Buffy swallowed hard as she took in the large room, lit only by candlelight. In the centre of the room was a four-poster bed, larger than the ones in the dormitories. The sheets were made of a deep red silk, pillows strewn across the bed haphazardly. The walls to the room were a dark red, adding to the general theme of the room.
"Wow," Buffy whispered breathlessly. She felt Harry wrap his arms around her waist and pull her so that she was leaning against his chest. She sank into him, feeling Harry's heart begin to beat frantically. "What is this place?"
"I have no idea," Harry replied, keeping his voice low and quiet. He wasn't sure why he was whispering, but it seemed to fit the general mood. "We'll have to ask Dobby about it. Or Dumbledore."
Buffy giggled and turned in Harry's arms. "Can you imagine asking Dumbledore about this room?" she asked.
Harry grinned and pressed his forehead against Buffy's. He could feel his heart racing frantically, his pams beginning to get sweaty. His mouth was dry and he was swallowing convulsively.
Buffy noticed his nervousness and moved one of her hands up to cup his cheek. "We don't have to do this," she whispered. "I mean…if you're not ready, then-"
Harry cut her off, kissing her passionately, forcefully. Buffy returned the kiss, giving as good as she got. The young couple stumbled their way to the bed, Buffy nearly tripping as her knees hit the edge. She sat and shuffled backwards, kicking off her shoes and toeing off her socks. Harry followed her example and then climbed onto the bed after her.
He licked his dry lips and ducked down to kiss her.
"Are you sure about this?" he whispered.
"Absolutely."
She smiled softly at him and reached up to kiss him. With great care and gentleness, she helped him out of his sweater and pulled off the t-shirt that covered his torso. She drank in the sight of his well-muscled body. She giggled as an absent thought flittered through her mind.
"What?" Harry whispered, slightly worried by the giggling.
"You seriously need a tan," she replied.
Harry went to reply, but found that he'd lost his words when Buffy's tongue darted out to lick his chest. Buffy moved quickly and flipped them over so that Harry was lying on his back, looking up at her. She paused for a moment and Harry couldn't help but worry.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She hesitated before nodding and bringing her lips down to meet hi once more.
"Swear you're not going to wake up evil," she whispered.
Harry couldn't help but smile. He nodded and kissed her passionately. "I swear."
She grinned and swiftly pulled off her shirt. "Okay then."
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I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I don't write sex scenes. Still not sure why, I just can't bring myself to do so.
Orright, Lisette's been breaking into my files or something. Grrr. *lol* Nice guess!
Many thanks to everyone for your feedback!! Seriously very encouraging!
Toodles.