Harry Potter is not mine.
AN: Sorry this took so long to get out. It took 5 drafts before I was finnaly happy with it. Hope you enjoy and as always reviews are appreciated. WARNING: This is a fluff during the end so beware, if you don't like it don't read it.
Chapter 17
Star was in the common room trying to track the Heir of Gryffindor. She had found a family of wizards with the name of Griffen. They had changed their last name to Griffen for god knows what reasons. From Griffen it changed yet again to Bauer. The Griffens had moved to the area of Germany, had only daughters and married into Bauers. From Bauers it changed to Krueger because of a name association with an evil wizzard two centuries ago. She felt like she was finally getting somewhere. From there the Krueger's left Germany because of famine, and it was not noted in the records that she found where they moved to. There were two families of Krueger's that could be possibly decendents of Gryffindor, one that was in Italy and one that had moved to what is now Lincolnshire County. She had drafted a letter to get birth and death records for both families and was getting ready to send them out to the Ministry. She was just finishing up when Harry walked into the common room.
"Hello, are you ready for lunch?" Harry's voice came floating to her. Star looked up at him. She could tell he was in a good mood.
"Yup, do you mind if we stop by the owlery? I have to send a letter out?" she said grabbing her letter in hand to follow Harry out of Gryffindor Tower.
She followed him to the owlery and saw a few students wandering the corridors. She saw them whispering to each other as they passed them. Harry seemed like he was able to ignore this behavior, but it just pissed her off. "How can you stand listening to them whispering"
"Honestly, I don't even pay attention anymore. It used to really bother me, but I've been putting up with it for some time now."
"You know people are going to talk right? About us. Their bound to come up with their own stories about what is happening." she said as she walked up to the owlery and thinking of what Malfoy earlier in the day.
She was trying to get a brown owl to come down to her arm. It obliged and she tied the letter to its leg and sent it along on its way. When she was done she looked over at Harry.
"I know. In fact, I'll be surprised if people haven't started spreading rumors already."
They had a quick lunch together and left the Great Hall to walk around the grounds.
The slight drizzle that had started the that morning had gone. It was a cool day as the two walked around the lake to find a spot to sit together. They reached a far spot of the lake not far from where Harry and Hermione went one day in his fourth year. They were making small talk all the way there, but Harry quickly got tired of this.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" he asked her looking over the lake.
"Do you know what an empathist is?" Star asked avoiding his eyes.
"No, should I?" he asked her trying to catch her eye.
"Yes, you should, now. Where do I start." she paused taking a deep breath to steady herself. "This morning at breakfast, Malfoy tried to start something with me. Well, an empathist is someone who can feel, different aspects of a persons feelings, persona, things of that nature. They can also "send" feelings to people. Like I already said, Malfoy tried to start something with me this morning. There were plenty of people in the Hall and, in order to save him face, I made him feel at peace with himself." she was scared of his reaction.
She was relieved to feel that he really didn't care about the new information. He also looked as if he just shrugged off the new information about her as if she had told him her eyes were hazel not brown.
"I wanted to talk about us actually." he was looking into her eyes. "Where do we stand?"
"I thought that was blatantly clear after last night." she said as her voice was trailing. "Do you know how much power you have?"
Harry looked at her startled for a moment. "I don't have any more power than you do." he said with a wave of his hands brushing aside her last comment.
"Yes, you do. It's there staring you in the face, even if you don't know it's there."
"What is it?" he asked her with a straggled voice, almost as if he were afraid of the answer.
"That's the odd part. I don't know. It lies there dormant. As if it....." she trailed off deep in thought "I don't know what it is."
"If I have so much power then, explain to me why I can't master occlumency?"
"What does occlumency have to do with anything?"
Harry had explained to her the link between Voldemort and his dreams. He also told her more about the Department of Mysteries, the dream that he had and how Sirius had died that night.
"You say Snape was teaching you. Well, that explains it." she commented with a smile. "He's horrible you know. Vampire, by the way."
"What?" he asked her not believing his ears. "How can you tell?"
"Oh yes, he tried to hide it, but I got it one day in potions. Bastard." he still looked confused. "Every person has a... a life essence so to speak. Every witch or wizard has a magical imprint. Almost like a fingerprint. It's different for every person. Now back to what we were discussing. Occlumency is not that hard to figure out, really. Sit."
Harry looked at her. There was no way he wanted her interfering with his memories.
"Just sit. I'll give you a few pointers."
Harry complied. He sat down Indian style a little more than a foot away from her. He still wasn't sure what she was going to do.
"Have I ever steered you wrong before. No" she answered before he had a chance to reply. "Now, I'm sure the professor really was trying to help, but I don't think he really told you how to do it. He was right when he said the mind is not a book that one can read at pleasure. So, think of..... think of a brick wall. Big. Red. You can see the cement between each brick. Concentrate on it. Now, put your hands out in front of you, palms up. My hands will be about an inch above them, the objective is to try and hit my hands lightly. My eyes will be closed so I can't see you move. If you do this correctly, I won't know when you will try to hit my hands. Ready?"
Harry nodded and did as he was told. Putting his hands out, she followed suit. Harry thought about the brick wall. He concentrated on it. He was about to slap her hand lightly when she moved her hands out of the way. Harry frowned. This was stupid, he thought.
"Just continue to concentrate on the wall. Think of it as a barrier between your memories and feelings and me knowing when you are going to move."
After nearly twenty minuets or so, he was able to hit her hands lightly most of the time.
"Thanks." he said to her. "At least I have an understanding of how to do it now."
"Well, that's the problem, from the sound of it, he didn't explain. At least you can practice now."
****
Harry and the rest of the qudditch team had decided to make Ginny the new chaser. With the amount of practice, and as much homework as they all had, Harry noticed the next two weeks went by without much incident. Malfoy seemed to be less cocky about himself, and he found this to be disturbing. Harry continued to practice the tips that Star gave him on occlumency and felt that he was almost getting back to his old self.
Late one night, Harry awoke feeling a slight draft in his room. He pulled the curtains from his four poster and noticed that someone had left a window open. Harry heard his other dorm mates snoring. He got out of bed and noticed how cold the floor was. He stalked over on his toes, to shut the window. He glanced out the window and noticed how clear of a night it was when he saw a rather large owl carrying a parcel toward the tower. He watched as the bird gracefully landed on a ledge down by the common room. Harry saw the bird tapping on the window, tip toed back to his bed grabbed his glasses, and walked down to the common room to investigate.
When Harry arrived in the common room, Star was there looking at the box with hunger in her eyes.
"What have you got there?" he asked in a sleepy voice.
She smiled as if Christmas had come early. "Care package from home." she said nodding her head at the same time. She saw his bewildered look and opened the box. There was nothing extraordinary in there, as far as he could tell. She pulled out something wrapped in paper and it was about 12 inches long.
"Hungry?" she asked him
"Why, what's in there?"
"Cheesesteak." she said, sitting down at the table.
Harry walked over to see what in the world she was talking about. She peeled the tape that had affixed the paper of the cheesesteak, and carefully unrolled it. Inside was a roll with what looked like meat and white cheese cut in half.
Harry thought it looked interesting at best, and leaned over to grab one of the two pieces that were on the paper when he received a rather hard slap on his hand. "You have your own. This one is mine." she said pointing to the box. She took a bite and closed her eyes as if she hadn't had proper food in quite some time. "With all this British food I've been eating lately you would think I would be speaking with a British accent by now. I asked one of my friends to send me four of them. There's one for Ron and Hermione if they want one."
"Are they any good?" he asked not sure if he could stomach what he was being asked to eat.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." she said after swallowing a mouthful. "Look, if you don't like it, you don't have to eat it."
Well, what did he have to loose. Harry took a bite and was surprised at its taste. It wasn't something he could eat everyday, but was a treat nonetheless. "It's good." he said putting the food down on the table.
Within minuets, the late night snack was eaten and Star grabbed a book and walked over near the fire, apparently going to finish what she had started.
"What have you got there?" He asked
"One of my favorite novels. Great Expectations. Charles Dickens. Some people find that he is a little long winded but, I like the way he writes. So, what are we doing in Hogsmead tomorrow any way. We never did decide and since I've never been there...."
"I hadn't thought of it. Though, I'm not going to worry about it anymore. I only asked you so you and I could get to know each other a little better." he said sitting down next to her. She was staring in the fire lost in thought. He wondered for a moment if she had heard him. "What are you thinking about?"
"You and me." she said.
"What about you and me?" he asked brushing a piece of hair out of her eyes as she looked up at him. Her hair was soft. He wondered what it would smell like for a moment. Harry leaned over and inhaled deeply. Strawberries and vanilla.
She got up from the couch and wandered over to the table where the cheesesteaks sat. He quickly followed behind her, grabbing her wrist to stop her. She couldn't ignore me all the time, Harry thought to himself
Star turned and looked at him, and backed up a little. Harry leaned into her hesitantly and pressed his lips against her. He felt her hands press against his neck pressing him into her. His arms snaked around her waist. Her lips were soft. She opened her mouth to allow entry for his tongue.
Harry was wondering if she was going to stop him, as he put his hand up her jumper on her back.
Her back is soft too, Harry thought. I know that I'm pressing my luck, but I can't stop my self. Slowly, my hands move up her back and I feel her move me closer to me. Perhaps I'm not pressing my luck as much as I thought I would be.
He moved his mouth to her neck, and felt her pulse quicken under his mouth. She moved her head so he could have free range of her neck and that crook between her shoulders and neck. It just wasn't enough for him. He stepped back and saw a look on her face, questioning him if he was just going to leave her there. How could she think that Harry thought. He pulled her jumper over her head as she raised her arms to allow it to be taken off. Harry was taking in the sight before him and he felt empowered. She has this white strappy lacy thing on that seems to made his nether regions move and tremble.
"See anything you like?" she asked him.
He nodded his head fervently and looked up at her mouth and he continued to kiss her. Harry felt the skin on her back beneath his hands and felt the heat that she radiated. Warm. Nice. She backed up against the wall. He followed, and he felt her hips push into his. Harry couldn't help but moan into her mouth. He felt her hands move down to his shoulders and down his chest and around his back. Her touch is gentle yet firm. Harry's hands wandered up toward her bra strap in the back. He hadn't bargained on this. He didn't know how to get that thing undone. He started to panic a little. She seamed to get the newsflash and reached up behind herself, and undid the clasp.
"We could get caught, you know." she says just above a whisper to him.
"I don't care." he told her as she took off what he had been wanting to see for quite sometime now.
He could feel her hands go up his side and take off the t-shirt that he had been wearing for bed. The feel of her chest on his was a most wonderful feeling. He can feel that wonderful sensation of getting harder and harder by the moment. Harry pushed his hips into her and Star felt just how hard he was getting. Star took a deep breath. Harry noticed her breasts heaving up and down in time with her breaths. Harry wondered how far she'd let him take this.
Star was getting frustrated and started moving her hands south, and Harry felt something jump into his throat. Suddenly, she turned him around so his back is up against the wall. Harry could feel her fumbling with his pajama bottoms and boxer shorts. Harry growled in her mouth and felt her smile against his lips.
Slowly, oh so slowly she plants kisses down his stomach. He could feel her tongue massaging near his belly button. She was kneeling in front of him, and pulled down his pajama bottoms. Harry could not control his breathing.
Oh oh oh she is trying to kill me. Torture. That's what this is. It's not fair.
Star reached her hands up his inner thighs and heard him groan above. She reached up grabbed him and started to move her hands up and down in fluid movements. He felt her mouth on him.
Torture. Oh. "Don't stop." Finally. At least I can get that out of my mouth.
Harry felt it in his spine and in his stomach reaching throughout the rest of his body. He didn't know how long he could hold it. He put his hands down on Star's head lightly. He knew that he wouldn't be able to control it now. He was coming and there was nothing he could do about it. Harry finally felt that wonderful release. Slow at first and then more constant. Harry grunted moaned and growled all at the same time.
My legs are going to give out if I don't sit down.
He watched as she pulled his pajama's over to him and helped him back into them. She grabbed her shirt, put it on and led him over to the couch to sit down and watch the fire die.
It was some time before either spoke to one another. She had her head laying on his lap, very comfortably. He sat there in a stupor. His brain just could not work. She turned her head to look up at him and smiled. She sat up to look at him and started to get up. He was on the verge of protest when she turned to him and sat on his lap straddling him.
"Was that your first time?" she asked brushing his fringe off his forehead. He just nodded. Apparently his vocal cords weren't working either. "Perhaps you should go to bed. It's almost four in the morning."
"No. I don't want to yet." he said.
"No, you should go. I'll see you at breakfast." she said to him firmly as she steered him to the doorway that led to his dorm.
AN: Sorry this took so long to get out. It took 5 drafts before I was finnaly happy with it. Hope you enjoy and as always reviews are appreciated. WARNING: This is a fluff during the end so beware, if you don't like it don't read it.
Chapter 17
Star was in the common room trying to track the Heir of Gryffindor. She had found a family of wizards with the name of Griffen. They had changed their last name to Griffen for god knows what reasons. From Griffen it changed yet again to Bauer. The Griffens had moved to the area of Germany, had only daughters and married into Bauers. From Bauers it changed to Krueger because of a name association with an evil wizzard two centuries ago. She felt like she was finally getting somewhere. From there the Krueger's left Germany because of famine, and it was not noted in the records that she found where they moved to. There were two families of Krueger's that could be possibly decendents of Gryffindor, one that was in Italy and one that had moved to what is now Lincolnshire County. She had drafted a letter to get birth and death records for both families and was getting ready to send them out to the Ministry. She was just finishing up when Harry walked into the common room.
"Hello, are you ready for lunch?" Harry's voice came floating to her. Star looked up at him. She could tell he was in a good mood.
"Yup, do you mind if we stop by the owlery? I have to send a letter out?" she said grabbing her letter in hand to follow Harry out of Gryffindor Tower.
She followed him to the owlery and saw a few students wandering the corridors. She saw them whispering to each other as they passed them. Harry seemed like he was able to ignore this behavior, but it just pissed her off. "How can you stand listening to them whispering"
"Honestly, I don't even pay attention anymore. It used to really bother me, but I've been putting up with it for some time now."
"You know people are going to talk right? About us. Their bound to come up with their own stories about what is happening." she said as she walked up to the owlery and thinking of what Malfoy earlier in the day.
She was trying to get a brown owl to come down to her arm. It obliged and she tied the letter to its leg and sent it along on its way. When she was done she looked over at Harry.
"I know. In fact, I'll be surprised if people haven't started spreading rumors already."
They had a quick lunch together and left the Great Hall to walk around the grounds.
The slight drizzle that had started the that morning had gone. It was a cool day as the two walked around the lake to find a spot to sit together. They reached a far spot of the lake not far from where Harry and Hermione went one day in his fourth year. They were making small talk all the way there, but Harry quickly got tired of this.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" he asked her looking over the lake.
"Do you know what an empathist is?" Star asked avoiding his eyes.
"No, should I?" he asked her trying to catch her eye.
"Yes, you should, now. Where do I start." she paused taking a deep breath to steady herself. "This morning at breakfast, Malfoy tried to start something with me. Well, an empathist is someone who can feel, different aspects of a persons feelings, persona, things of that nature. They can also "send" feelings to people. Like I already said, Malfoy tried to start something with me this morning. There were plenty of people in the Hall and, in order to save him face, I made him feel at peace with himself." she was scared of his reaction.
She was relieved to feel that he really didn't care about the new information. He also looked as if he just shrugged off the new information about her as if she had told him her eyes were hazel not brown.
"I wanted to talk about us actually." he was looking into her eyes. "Where do we stand?"
"I thought that was blatantly clear after last night." she said as her voice was trailing. "Do you know how much power you have?"
Harry looked at her startled for a moment. "I don't have any more power than you do." he said with a wave of his hands brushing aside her last comment.
"Yes, you do. It's there staring you in the face, even if you don't know it's there."
"What is it?" he asked her with a straggled voice, almost as if he were afraid of the answer.
"That's the odd part. I don't know. It lies there dormant. As if it....." she trailed off deep in thought "I don't know what it is."
"If I have so much power then, explain to me why I can't master occlumency?"
"What does occlumency have to do with anything?"
Harry had explained to her the link between Voldemort and his dreams. He also told her more about the Department of Mysteries, the dream that he had and how Sirius had died that night.
"You say Snape was teaching you. Well, that explains it." she commented with a smile. "He's horrible you know. Vampire, by the way."
"What?" he asked her not believing his ears. "How can you tell?"
"Oh yes, he tried to hide it, but I got it one day in potions. Bastard." he still looked confused. "Every person has a... a life essence so to speak. Every witch or wizard has a magical imprint. Almost like a fingerprint. It's different for every person. Now back to what we were discussing. Occlumency is not that hard to figure out, really. Sit."
Harry looked at her. There was no way he wanted her interfering with his memories.
"Just sit. I'll give you a few pointers."
Harry complied. He sat down Indian style a little more than a foot away from her. He still wasn't sure what she was going to do.
"Have I ever steered you wrong before. No" she answered before he had a chance to reply. "Now, I'm sure the professor really was trying to help, but I don't think he really told you how to do it. He was right when he said the mind is not a book that one can read at pleasure. So, think of..... think of a brick wall. Big. Red. You can see the cement between each brick. Concentrate on it. Now, put your hands out in front of you, palms up. My hands will be about an inch above them, the objective is to try and hit my hands lightly. My eyes will be closed so I can't see you move. If you do this correctly, I won't know when you will try to hit my hands. Ready?"
Harry nodded and did as he was told. Putting his hands out, she followed suit. Harry thought about the brick wall. He concentrated on it. He was about to slap her hand lightly when she moved her hands out of the way. Harry frowned. This was stupid, he thought.
"Just continue to concentrate on the wall. Think of it as a barrier between your memories and feelings and me knowing when you are going to move."
After nearly twenty minuets or so, he was able to hit her hands lightly most of the time.
"Thanks." he said to her. "At least I have an understanding of how to do it now."
"Well, that's the problem, from the sound of it, he didn't explain. At least you can practice now."
****
Harry and the rest of the qudditch team had decided to make Ginny the new chaser. With the amount of practice, and as much homework as they all had, Harry noticed the next two weeks went by without much incident. Malfoy seemed to be less cocky about himself, and he found this to be disturbing. Harry continued to practice the tips that Star gave him on occlumency and felt that he was almost getting back to his old self.
Late one night, Harry awoke feeling a slight draft in his room. He pulled the curtains from his four poster and noticed that someone had left a window open. Harry heard his other dorm mates snoring. He got out of bed and noticed how cold the floor was. He stalked over on his toes, to shut the window. He glanced out the window and noticed how clear of a night it was when he saw a rather large owl carrying a parcel toward the tower. He watched as the bird gracefully landed on a ledge down by the common room. Harry saw the bird tapping on the window, tip toed back to his bed grabbed his glasses, and walked down to the common room to investigate.
When Harry arrived in the common room, Star was there looking at the box with hunger in her eyes.
"What have you got there?" he asked in a sleepy voice.
She smiled as if Christmas had come early. "Care package from home." she said nodding her head at the same time. She saw his bewildered look and opened the box. There was nothing extraordinary in there, as far as he could tell. She pulled out something wrapped in paper and it was about 12 inches long.
"Hungry?" she asked him
"Why, what's in there?"
"Cheesesteak." she said, sitting down at the table.
Harry walked over to see what in the world she was talking about. She peeled the tape that had affixed the paper of the cheesesteak, and carefully unrolled it. Inside was a roll with what looked like meat and white cheese cut in half.
Harry thought it looked interesting at best, and leaned over to grab one of the two pieces that were on the paper when he received a rather hard slap on his hand. "You have your own. This one is mine." she said pointing to the box. She took a bite and closed her eyes as if she hadn't had proper food in quite some time. "With all this British food I've been eating lately you would think I would be speaking with a British accent by now. I asked one of my friends to send me four of them. There's one for Ron and Hermione if they want one."
"Are they any good?" he asked not sure if he could stomach what he was being asked to eat.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." she said after swallowing a mouthful. "Look, if you don't like it, you don't have to eat it."
Well, what did he have to loose. Harry took a bite and was surprised at its taste. It wasn't something he could eat everyday, but was a treat nonetheless. "It's good." he said putting the food down on the table.
Within minuets, the late night snack was eaten and Star grabbed a book and walked over near the fire, apparently going to finish what she had started.
"What have you got there?" He asked
"One of my favorite novels. Great Expectations. Charles Dickens. Some people find that he is a little long winded but, I like the way he writes. So, what are we doing in Hogsmead tomorrow any way. We never did decide and since I've never been there...."
"I hadn't thought of it. Though, I'm not going to worry about it anymore. I only asked you so you and I could get to know each other a little better." he said sitting down next to her. She was staring in the fire lost in thought. He wondered for a moment if she had heard him. "What are you thinking about?"
"You and me." she said.
"What about you and me?" he asked brushing a piece of hair out of her eyes as she looked up at him. Her hair was soft. He wondered what it would smell like for a moment. Harry leaned over and inhaled deeply. Strawberries and vanilla.
She got up from the couch and wandered over to the table where the cheesesteaks sat. He quickly followed behind her, grabbing her wrist to stop her. She couldn't ignore me all the time, Harry thought to himself
Star turned and looked at him, and backed up a little. Harry leaned into her hesitantly and pressed his lips against her. He felt her hands press against his neck pressing him into her. His arms snaked around her waist. Her lips were soft. She opened her mouth to allow entry for his tongue.
Harry was wondering if she was going to stop him, as he put his hand up her jumper on her back.
Her back is soft too, Harry thought. I know that I'm pressing my luck, but I can't stop my self. Slowly, my hands move up her back and I feel her move me closer to me. Perhaps I'm not pressing my luck as much as I thought I would be.
He moved his mouth to her neck, and felt her pulse quicken under his mouth. She moved her head so he could have free range of her neck and that crook between her shoulders and neck. It just wasn't enough for him. He stepped back and saw a look on her face, questioning him if he was just going to leave her there. How could she think that Harry thought. He pulled her jumper over her head as she raised her arms to allow it to be taken off. Harry was taking in the sight before him and he felt empowered. She has this white strappy lacy thing on that seems to made his nether regions move and tremble.
"See anything you like?" she asked him.
He nodded his head fervently and looked up at her mouth and he continued to kiss her. Harry felt the skin on her back beneath his hands and felt the heat that she radiated. Warm. Nice. She backed up against the wall. He followed, and he felt her hips push into his. Harry couldn't help but moan into her mouth. He felt her hands move down to his shoulders and down his chest and around his back. Her touch is gentle yet firm. Harry's hands wandered up toward her bra strap in the back. He hadn't bargained on this. He didn't know how to get that thing undone. He started to panic a little. She seamed to get the newsflash and reached up behind herself, and undid the clasp.
"We could get caught, you know." she says just above a whisper to him.
"I don't care." he told her as she took off what he had been wanting to see for quite sometime now.
He could feel her hands go up his side and take off the t-shirt that he had been wearing for bed. The feel of her chest on his was a most wonderful feeling. He can feel that wonderful sensation of getting harder and harder by the moment. Harry pushed his hips into her and Star felt just how hard he was getting. Star took a deep breath. Harry noticed her breasts heaving up and down in time with her breaths. Harry wondered how far she'd let him take this.
Star was getting frustrated and started moving her hands south, and Harry felt something jump into his throat. Suddenly, she turned him around so his back is up against the wall. Harry could feel her fumbling with his pajama bottoms and boxer shorts. Harry growled in her mouth and felt her smile against his lips.
Slowly, oh so slowly she plants kisses down his stomach. He could feel her tongue massaging near his belly button. She was kneeling in front of him, and pulled down his pajama bottoms. Harry could not control his breathing.
Oh oh oh she is trying to kill me. Torture. That's what this is. It's not fair.
Star reached her hands up his inner thighs and heard him groan above. She reached up grabbed him and started to move her hands up and down in fluid movements. He felt her mouth on him.
Torture. Oh. "Don't stop." Finally. At least I can get that out of my mouth.
Harry felt it in his spine and in his stomach reaching throughout the rest of his body. He didn't know how long he could hold it. He put his hands down on Star's head lightly. He knew that he wouldn't be able to control it now. He was coming and there was nothing he could do about it. Harry finally felt that wonderful release. Slow at first and then more constant. Harry grunted moaned and growled all at the same time.
My legs are going to give out if I don't sit down.
He watched as she pulled his pajama's over to him and helped him back into them. She grabbed her shirt, put it on and led him over to the couch to sit down and watch the fire die.
It was some time before either spoke to one another. She had her head laying on his lap, very comfortably. He sat there in a stupor. His brain just could not work. She turned her head to look up at him and smiled. She sat up to look at him and started to get up. He was on the verge of protest when she turned to him and sat on his lap straddling him.
"Was that your first time?" she asked brushing his fringe off his forehead. He just nodded. Apparently his vocal cords weren't working either. "Perhaps you should go to bed. It's almost four in the morning."
"No. I don't want to yet." he said.
"No, you should go. I'll see you at breakfast." she said to him firmly as she steered him to the doorway that led to his dorm.
