A/N: Oh jebus. Finally!! Back on FF.net.haha.sorry I haven't posted for the
LONGEST TIME EVER!!! But ya.I kind of got out of the Harry Potter spirit
after I finished reading the 5th book. I Mean, it was good and all, but a
little disappointing. And the worst part was that I had to wait a WHOLE
YEAR (instead of a couple of months) for the next harry potter movie. So I
kind of drifted away from Harry a little..haha.but NOW I saw the trailer
and im pumped..haha.and my friend said she wanted to know what was going to
happen in the story, so I decided to keep writing. I also had a lack of
reviews when I posted the last chapter which made me a little
depressed..haha..don't worry.it's all good now.I just hope this is good
enough.sorry it's not as long as the last one, but yah..next chapter will
be long, hot and steamy for yah, so wait for that ;) I'll try and have it
up for you by the end of this month.not tha far, so yah.enjoy!
WARNING: This chapter has adult content, hence, the rating. Don't like it? Then EXIT!
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~ Chapter 12 ~
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Go Away
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When Harry woke up, it took him a while to realize where he was. He lifted his hand and rubbed his face. He was sweating. He looked around, and saw the other Gryffindor boys still sleeping. "It was just a dream." Harry told himself. "Just a dream."
He couldn't help but smile.
What the hell? He thought. Was he smiling because he LIKED the dream? He LIKED having sex with Ginny? What the fuck? He didn't even LIKE Ginny. And now he's having sex dreams about her? This is too weird, he told himself. There's nothing left to do but to talk to Rachel, and maybe even Ginny.
Ginny.
Why did that name make him tingle all over? Why? Rachel. That's better. Rachel is my girlfriend. I love her. And she loves me back. That's it! I LOVE RACHEL!
"I LOVE RACHEL!" Harry shouted.
"Thank you." Came a small, soft voice.
Harry turned around, and saw Rachel at the door to his dormitory.
"Rachel? What are you doing here?" Harry said, putting on his glasses and seeing Rachel clearly.
"Well, I thought I'd come to see you. I missed you, you know. But if you don't want me, I'll just leave," Rachel said, as she started to turn around.
Leave. Rachel. Leave. Ginny. Rachel. Ginny. Leave. Rachel. Rachel.
"Stop!" Harry cried, scrambling out of bed to try and reach her. "Don't go."
"Ok." Rachel smiled at him, and Harry smiled back. She was in her nightgown. He could see the outline of her breasts in it. He couldn't help but smile. 'Damn.' He thought to himself. His dream, or rather, nightmare of Ginny really got him thinking. Before she could say another word, Harry seized her around the waist. She squealed. He liked the sound of it. He wanted to hear her moan. He was going to make her moan. Just like Ginny did in the dream. Ginny.
He let go of Rachel. She looked rather disappointed.
"Harry, are you alright?" She asked.
"Huh?" Harry said. He realized that he had let her go, and he seized her once more. She smiled a beautiful, seductive smile. "Of course I'm alright. Can't you tell?" "Of course I can tell." Rachel said in a soft voice. And before Harry could say anything back, Rachel turned away and ran from Harry.
"What the hell?" Harry shouted after her. Rachel was running from him, just like in his dream. So was the dream really like a sort of premonition? Or was Harry just being paranoid?
He heard Rachel's voice shout out from downstairs, "If you want me, come and get me."
A challenge, Harry thought. And he forgot about the dream.
Without even bothering to get his slippers, Harry dashed after Rachel. She led him to the common room. He tried to catch her, but he kept missing. Finally, she ran up the girls' staircase, giggling.
Harry loved that giggle. He wanted it. He wanted her. She was toying with him. He was going to toy back. He ran up the stairs after her. He looked around the top floor, and noticed the girls' bathroom door close. 'Oh, you nasty girl' Harry thought to himself, as he smiled and pictured what he was going to do to her once he got in there.
He turned the doorknob, but it was locked. "Open up," He said. There was a squeal from inside the bathroom. The door opened, and out came a third-year girl Harry didn't know. Oh, shit! He thought.
"Excuse me!" The girl said in a rude, bossy voice. "This is a GIRLS bathroom, if I may recall."
"Woops, sorry," Harry said, starting to turn red with embarrassment. A second later, he felt two hands around his eyes.
"Guess who?" Said the voice.
Harry turned around forcing the eyes to let him go, and seized Rachel around the waist once he confirmed that it was her.
The girl from the bathroom 'tsked', and walked away.
Harry lifter Rachel up by her waist, and carried her to the washroom. She was quite light. Or maybe it was his strength, from all those Quidditch practices. He laid her on the sink. Her legs were open, and Harry wanted to go in. But he controlled himself. "You nasty little.. control yourself." Rachel said playfully.
Harry closed the door, and locked it. "I'll try."
Rachel giggled. He loved it when she giggled. He took her head in his hands, brought it close to him, and they locked in another passionate kiss. He loved the way Rachel kissed. The way her tongue slithered around in his mouth. The way he could taste her, and crave her.
Rachel moved away, and they both took in some big breaths. They were both breathing heavily, because their kisses were so.deep.
A second later, they immerged into another kiss. They kissed for what seemed like forever, well, at least Harry wanted it to last forever. He touched her breast, and inserted his finger into her. She moaned, and told him not to stop. Harry moved his finger around, making her moan loud with pleasure. They both wished it could have lasted forever. But it couldn't.
They had waked up most of the Gryffindor's when they were chasing each other around, so there was a queue to the bathroom now. They had to get out.
When they walked out, hand in hand, all of the Gryffindor girls were staring at them. Most were whispering things of disgust, while others just started, mouths gaping open. Rachel and Harry just ignored them.
But on their way down to the common room, they bumped into Ginny in the hallway.
"Hello." She said, without even looking up. "Busy morning, eh?"
"Very busy." Rachel said sternly.
Harry just looked from one to the other. When he looked at Ginny, he felt hot all over. He remembered his dream again. It was really detailed, and as he scanned Ginny, it was also very accurate.
"Harry, let's go." Rachel said.
"Alright." Harry said. He didn't even want to look at Ginny. But he did, and was surprised to see her smiling.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked, a bit annoyed.
"What?" Ginny said. "Oh, nothing. I wasn't laughing, just smiling, is that a sin?" Harry was very pissed off at Ginny at that moment. The nerve of her. How could she be so rude? Rachel is never like that. He turned around, wrapped his arm around Rachel, and they continued down the stairs.
"What was that all about?" Rachel asked, as they reached the common room.
"I don't know." Harry said truthfully. He wanted to know himself. He just hoped that he was wrong about the dream being a premonition.
"Oh well." Rachel said. "Oh Ya. Harry, did you pack yet?"
Oh shit! Harry thought. He looked at Rachel, and was relieved to see her laughing.
"Me either!" She said, "I can tell by the look on your face you haven't packed either."
Harry nodded.
"Well, I'm just going to go pack right now. I'll meet you at breakfast, alright?" She asked.
"Ok. See you, sexy." Harry grinned at her. She quickly kissed him on the cheek, and left back up the stairs.
Time to pack, Harry thought to himself, as he headed up the stairs to his dormitory.
"There y'are, mate." Ron said as Harry walked in. "We heard your girlfriend this morning. And you with her." Ron grinned.
Harry grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved it in Ron's face. "Shut up," Harry said, as he laughed.
"NO! You did not just hit me with a pillow." Ron said, making a face. "I'll make you pay for that, Mr. Potter." Ron grabbed the pillow. Harry ran for his life, while Neville, Seamus and Dean stood there and howled with laughter.
"RON!" Harry said firmly, and Ron stopped in his tracks. "I have to pack. I'm leaving with Rachel today, remember?"
Ron dropped the pillow. He looked at Harry, and shook his head from side to side. "What?" Harry asked.
"You STILL haven't packed?" Ron asked. "That is so sad. Nice boyfriend you are, Harry."
"Hey, wait just a minute." Harry said. "Rachel didn't pack either."
Ron laughed. "Perfect couple," he muttered. "I'll leave you to it then, mate." He spun around and left. "See you at breakfast."
"Perfect couple. We are the perfect couple." Harry said to Neville, Seamus and Dean.
"He was being sarcastic." Neville said.
"I know," Harry said. But then Ron's words came flooding back to him. "Nice boyfriend you are, Harry."
What kind of boyfriend was he? He was constantly thinking about Ginny. And last night he had a sex dream of Ginny. Not Rachel, his girlfriend, but Ginny. What the hell was he thinking? Why Ginny all of a sudden?
Then he remembered the smug look on Ginny's face this morning, and that really got him thinking. Maybe Ginny put some sort of spell on him, so he would be constantly thinking about her, and so him and Rachel could break up. After all, Ginny did still like him. But would Ginny really sink that low? Maybe he WAS just being paranoid.
Harry walked up to his trunk, and started packing his things. He wasn't going to take much; it was just a short trip. Rachel said something about shopping for the clothes for the ceremony, so he didn't have to worry about that yet.
When he was done, he walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He was starving. He found Ron and Hermione waiting for him in the common room.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry responded. "Shall we go?"
"Yup."
They walked to the Great Hall together, and found Rachel sitting alone, looking rather grim.
"Are you alright, Rachel?" Hermione asked her, as they all sat down around her.
She didn't respond. She just kept staring at her plate of food, which was untouched.
"Err, Rachel?" Hermione asked again. Still, no response. She turned to Ron and Harry. "Guys, a little help?"
"Ugh, Rachel, are you alright?" Ron asked.
"Rachel!" Harry waved a hand in front of her face. She didn't even blink.
"Well," Ron began, "I heard you and Malfoy were getting it on with Snape in the potions class yesterday."
At this, Rachel finally looked up and said, "What?" while the other's roared with laughter.
"Are you feeling alright?" Harry asked her.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Have you finished packing?" Rachel asked.
"Yup. I'm all ready."
"Good, we're leaving after breakfast." Rachel looked down at her plate once again.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, then at Harry.
"Harry, be careful, all right?" Hermione said in a concerned voice. "You- Know-Who is out there. Just, just be careful."
"Ok," Harry responded. He didn't really feel like leaving the safety of the castle and going to a funeral, but it was for Rachel, and he'd do anything for her. Well, almost anything.
When they finished eating, Rachel and Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and left through the Front Doors, hauling their things. Harry noticed that Rachel didn't take that many things, then again, neither did he.
They made their way to Hogsmeade. It was a cool, cloudy day. It looked like it was going to rain. It wasn't as cold as it usually was in February, which was good.
They walked in silence for a while, Rachel staring at her shoes as she walked, and Harry wishing he could say something to make her feel better. She looked really down, and Harry was wondering what was making her feel so down, when just a couple of minutes ago they were laughing and kissing. He decided to ask her.
"Rachel, what's the matter? Just a couple of minutes ago you were feeling great. What happened?" Harry asked.
Rachel just continued on walking, staring at her shoes.
Harry started getting a little annoyed. He was her boyfriend after all; he deserved to know what was bugging his girlfriend. Maybe there was something wrong with Harry, and that's why she wasn't telling him. Or maybe she was just too sad to talk because she was thinking about her family's deaths.
Harry cleared his throat loudly, and said, "Is it something about me? Is that why you're not telling me?"
Rachel kept walking. Harry decided that he shouldn't force it out of her, so he fell silent.
After a couple minutes of walking in silence, they reached Hogsmeade. Harry looked at Rachel, and saw that there were tears in her eyes. Her took her hand and pulled her to the closest secluded spot he could find. He put down the things he was holding, lifted Rachel's head so she would be looking at him, and said in the softest voice he could, "Baby, I love you. Please tell me what's wrong."
At this, Rachel broke down. She started crying very hard, but quite quietly. She hugged Harry and dissolved into tears on his shoulder.
"I - I - I was - a-a-almost, r-r-" Rachel sobbed. Harry could barely hear what she was saying.
"You were almost, what?" He asked. "You can tell me."
Suddenly it went very quiet. Harry looked down at Rachel and saw that she had stopped crying, but her eyes were red and swollen and still filled with tears, and her hair was sticking to her face because of all the tears, and she was looking right at him with the saddest and most scared expression he had ever saw.
"I was almost raped." Rachel said in barely a whisper.
"What?!?" Harry shouted, horrified. "You're joking right?" He said, knowing the answer. "How? When? WHO?"
She wrapped her arms around Harry and he held her tightly to his chest. He couldn't believe it. His beloved Rachel was almost raped. But who would do such a thing? But Harry had a pretty good idea on who he thought it was. He asked her again, this time more calmly.
"Malfoy." Rachel answered, proving Harry right. At that moment, Harry hated everything about Malfoy. This was beyond hate. Beyond malice. He wanted to hurt Malfoy, to kill him. He wanted to rip out his heart, and watch it beat in his hand. Then hand it to Lucius Malfoy and laugh at the expression Mr.Malfoy would give, and.
"Stop it!" Rachel said loudly.
"What?" Harry snapped at her.
"Stop saying that."
"Saying what?"
"All those horrible things about Malfoy."
"I wasn't saying anything, was I?" Harry asked, confused. He was pretty sure he wasn't saying those things about Malfoy, or was he?
"But I heard you." Rachel said, looking just as confused.
"Well, I can't help my feelings then." Harry said, still angrier than ever. "When did this happen? How?"
"I-I" She cleared her throat. "I was walking down the hall to breakfast today, when out came Malfoy from out of a corner." She paused, and Harry looked down at her, not sure he wanted to know the rest.
"Go on," he said.
"Ok. Umm.he started talking to me about something, I'm not really sure, I cant really remember. It was about work or something. It doesn't matter, but he said he needed help with one of his assignments. So I said I'd help him, but that I was really hungry. Then he said he needed it now, so I agreed, and he led me to the classroom." Her eyes started to water a bit again, but she continued. "I walked in first, and then when he walked in, I heard a little click, and I knew something was going on.
"I turned around and Malfoy was smiling, in this horrible, evil way that sent a chill down my spine. I knew I wanted to get out of there, and fast, but I didn't know how. Malfoy started walking towards me. I was so scared, I knew what he was about to do, I felt it.
"So I took out my wand, out of instinct, you know. But Malfoy just kept smiling, he didn't even seem scared. I shot out the first hex that came out of my mouth. But somehow, it just bounced off Malfoy. My wand fell out of my hand, and I was left powerless. Then I started panicking."
*Flashback*
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh nothing, just walking towards a very beautiful girl." Malfoy answered with a small chuckle.
I laughed nervously. "So where's that paper you wanted help with?"
"Over there." Was Malfoy's answer.
"Ok, so shouldn't we be working on it?"
"Nope."
"But you said-"
"Forget what I said, Avalon." Malfoy responded, as I looked deep into those beautiful, gray eyes. "Just forget it. Forget everything. Forget Potter. Forget your life. Right now it's just you and me. No need to be scared." He added, as I started shivering.
I felt a cold fingertip on my arm. It sent Goosebumps down my body. I started shivering even more. Then I felt another hand on my other arm, as I stood rooted to the spot, to scared to move.
"That's it Avalon," Malfoy whispered. "Just stay like that, and it'll be all over soon." His face glinted, as I stood there, frozen.
He started to undress my robe. I let it fall to the floor when he was finished. Then he moved to my shirt, and started unbuttoning that. I didn't tell him to stop, I was too afraid. Afraid to protect myself. Afraid to move. Afraid to be hurt. Afraid to tell him to stop.
Malfoy smiled as my second garment fell to the floor. He licked his lips at what was standing before him: A shivering girl to afraid to stand up for herself.
He then wrapped his hands around me, caressing my body, forcing it close to his. He started undoing my bra and I let him. I actually let him.
He started laughing when it fell to the floor. "Pathetic." He whispered to himself. But he continued laughing, while I just stood there, watching him.
He took off his top and as it dropped to the floor, next to mine, a single tear escaped from my eye.
He bent down and started to run his hands up and down my thighs. His hands were bony and cold. They sent shivers all down my skin. As my skirt fell to the floor, so did a wave of more tears.
Malfoy noticed the tears, but just laughed, tried wiping them away, then continued to undress himself.
I stood there, standing in my thong, watching as his last garment fell to the floor. My mouth dropped open at what I saw, and when it did, he grabbed me, and started making his way towards my private parts. Slowly but carefully, he took off my remaining protection.
As his hands made their way inside of me, something happened. I thought about Harry, about his warm hands, his warm chest, his love. Not these cold hands sending shivers up and down my spine. This wasn't right. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. This wasn't special. It wasn't Harry.
Malfoy noticed my abrupt change because he stopped and stiffened. I scanned the floor for my wand, but before I could get it, Malfoy grabbed me.
"No you don't, Avalon." He threw me forcefully down to the floor, and then climbed on top of me pinning me to the floor. I shrieked at the amount of weight now holding me down. Malfoy took his wand and placed a silencing charm on me. "It'll be over soon, Avalon, soon."
I struggled as he tried entering inside of me. I wouldn't let him. I couldn't. As I tried holding him off, I quickly scanned the floor for my wand. But what good would my wand be when I couldn't speak? I didn't care, I had to find it.
I spotted it, and just when I was trying to reach for it, I felt incredible pain. Malfoy had grabbed hold of my throat, and I gasped for breath. I tried throwing him off my body, but he was just too heavy.
He then pinned my hands down with a spell, but it was too late, I felt my wand back in my hand, and it was time to do some damage.
"GET OFF!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, but nothing came out. "GET AWAY FROM ME!! GO AWAY!! STOP IT!!!!"
Malfoy stopped struggling, and began to laugh at my foolish attempts at trying to scream. It was a cold, high-pitched laugh. It sent another chill down my spine. "You can't do anything with that wand, Avalon."
Yes I can, I thought. I had to.
I quickly did the counter curse for the silencing charm, which worked. Malfoy went pale.
"Impossible," Malfoy muttered. "You can't perform the silencing charm counter-curse when the charm is on you."
"I just did!" I got up, and gave Malfoy what was coming to him.
My spell hit him right on target, and he flew hard against the classroom wall and fell to the floor, where he lay, unconscious.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I was safe. I quickly pulled on all my clothes and left the classroom at top speed as soon as I was fully clothed again. I didn't stop shivering all the way down to the Great Hall. Every shadow was Malfoy. Every sound was Malfoy. Malfoy was inside of my head, good thing he didn't get inside of ME!
*End OF Flashback*
"Stupid, evil GIT!!" Harry yelled as Rachel finished telling her story. "I'm going to fukken KILL him when I get my fukken hands on him! I swear I will. I SWEAR!!!"
"Harry, please don't tell anybody about this. I really don't want anybody to know."
"WHAT?" Harry shouted. "Why? We should tell Dumbledore. Get him expelled."
"NO! Harry, we can't do that. I can't do that." Rachel said.
"Why?" Harry asked. "This is our chance to get Malfoy out of our lives, once and for all."
"No Harry, it's not. If we get him expelled, he will come after us. So will Lucius, and all of them. Harry, it's too dangerous. We cant do that."
"But we have to do something."
"Just, just forget it, please Harry. I beg you. Don't tell anyone. Especially my mother. If she finds out, she will freak. Please Harry, promise me you won't tell anybody." Rachel asked.
Harry nodded.
"PROMISE ME!"
"Are you hurt though? Did he hurt you?"
"Just a little. It's nothing though. Please Harry, don't worry. I'm ok now; I just had to tell someone. That's all. Now promise me you won't tell. Ok?"
Harry looked Rachel right in the eye. "Are you sure? Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yes, I'm positive."
"Ok, then I promise I won't tell anyone." Harry smiled at her.
"Thank you, Harry, I knew I could trust you." She kissed Harry on the cheek. "Shall we go then? Mother might be worried where we are."
"Ok, sure. Let's go." Harry took his things off the ground, and continued walking hand in hand with Rachel until they reached the door to Honeydukes.
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A/N: There you go!! Haha. Hope you liked it. I was listening to "A Place for my Head-Linkin Park" When I was writing the fighting back part.haha..did I mention im a rocker now? Well.over the past few months I went through a lot of changes.one.BECOMING A ROCKER!! Haha..and I LOVE LINKIN PARK!! Lol..but I STYLL LOVE HARRY POTTER TOO! Haha..n e whoo.I hope you review the chaper, and I'll haff the next one up soon.k..luv ya guys lots..and thanks again for the wonderful reviews!! MUAH!!!
- F e o n i X
WARNING: This chapter has adult content, hence, the rating. Don't like it? Then EXIT!
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~ Chapter 12 ~
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Go Away
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When Harry woke up, it took him a while to realize where he was. He lifted his hand and rubbed his face. He was sweating. He looked around, and saw the other Gryffindor boys still sleeping. "It was just a dream." Harry told himself. "Just a dream."
He couldn't help but smile.
What the hell? He thought. Was he smiling because he LIKED the dream? He LIKED having sex with Ginny? What the fuck? He didn't even LIKE Ginny. And now he's having sex dreams about her? This is too weird, he told himself. There's nothing left to do but to talk to Rachel, and maybe even Ginny.
Ginny.
Why did that name make him tingle all over? Why? Rachel. That's better. Rachel is my girlfriend. I love her. And she loves me back. That's it! I LOVE RACHEL!
"I LOVE RACHEL!" Harry shouted.
"Thank you." Came a small, soft voice.
Harry turned around, and saw Rachel at the door to his dormitory.
"Rachel? What are you doing here?" Harry said, putting on his glasses and seeing Rachel clearly.
"Well, I thought I'd come to see you. I missed you, you know. But if you don't want me, I'll just leave," Rachel said, as she started to turn around.
Leave. Rachel. Leave. Ginny. Rachel. Ginny. Leave. Rachel. Rachel.
"Stop!" Harry cried, scrambling out of bed to try and reach her. "Don't go."
"Ok." Rachel smiled at him, and Harry smiled back. She was in her nightgown. He could see the outline of her breasts in it. He couldn't help but smile. 'Damn.' He thought to himself. His dream, or rather, nightmare of Ginny really got him thinking. Before she could say another word, Harry seized her around the waist. She squealed. He liked the sound of it. He wanted to hear her moan. He was going to make her moan. Just like Ginny did in the dream. Ginny.
He let go of Rachel. She looked rather disappointed.
"Harry, are you alright?" She asked.
"Huh?" Harry said. He realized that he had let her go, and he seized her once more. She smiled a beautiful, seductive smile. "Of course I'm alright. Can't you tell?" "Of course I can tell." Rachel said in a soft voice. And before Harry could say anything back, Rachel turned away and ran from Harry.
"What the hell?" Harry shouted after her. Rachel was running from him, just like in his dream. So was the dream really like a sort of premonition? Or was Harry just being paranoid?
He heard Rachel's voice shout out from downstairs, "If you want me, come and get me."
A challenge, Harry thought. And he forgot about the dream.
Without even bothering to get his slippers, Harry dashed after Rachel. She led him to the common room. He tried to catch her, but he kept missing. Finally, she ran up the girls' staircase, giggling.
Harry loved that giggle. He wanted it. He wanted her. She was toying with him. He was going to toy back. He ran up the stairs after her. He looked around the top floor, and noticed the girls' bathroom door close. 'Oh, you nasty girl' Harry thought to himself, as he smiled and pictured what he was going to do to her once he got in there.
He turned the doorknob, but it was locked. "Open up," He said. There was a squeal from inside the bathroom. The door opened, and out came a third-year girl Harry didn't know. Oh, shit! He thought.
"Excuse me!" The girl said in a rude, bossy voice. "This is a GIRLS bathroom, if I may recall."
"Woops, sorry," Harry said, starting to turn red with embarrassment. A second later, he felt two hands around his eyes.
"Guess who?" Said the voice.
Harry turned around forcing the eyes to let him go, and seized Rachel around the waist once he confirmed that it was her.
The girl from the bathroom 'tsked', and walked away.
Harry lifter Rachel up by her waist, and carried her to the washroom. She was quite light. Or maybe it was his strength, from all those Quidditch practices. He laid her on the sink. Her legs were open, and Harry wanted to go in. But he controlled himself. "You nasty little.. control yourself." Rachel said playfully.
Harry closed the door, and locked it. "I'll try."
Rachel giggled. He loved it when she giggled. He took her head in his hands, brought it close to him, and they locked in another passionate kiss. He loved the way Rachel kissed. The way her tongue slithered around in his mouth. The way he could taste her, and crave her.
Rachel moved away, and they both took in some big breaths. They were both breathing heavily, because their kisses were so.deep.
A second later, they immerged into another kiss. They kissed for what seemed like forever, well, at least Harry wanted it to last forever. He touched her breast, and inserted his finger into her. She moaned, and told him not to stop. Harry moved his finger around, making her moan loud with pleasure. They both wished it could have lasted forever. But it couldn't.
They had waked up most of the Gryffindor's when they were chasing each other around, so there was a queue to the bathroom now. They had to get out.
When they walked out, hand in hand, all of the Gryffindor girls were staring at them. Most were whispering things of disgust, while others just started, mouths gaping open. Rachel and Harry just ignored them.
But on their way down to the common room, they bumped into Ginny in the hallway.
"Hello." She said, without even looking up. "Busy morning, eh?"
"Very busy." Rachel said sternly.
Harry just looked from one to the other. When he looked at Ginny, he felt hot all over. He remembered his dream again. It was really detailed, and as he scanned Ginny, it was also very accurate.
"Harry, let's go." Rachel said.
"Alright." Harry said. He didn't even want to look at Ginny. But he did, and was surprised to see her smiling.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked, a bit annoyed.
"What?" Ginny said. "Oh, nothing. I wasn't laughing, just smiling, is that a sin?" Harry was very pissed off at Ginny at that moment. The nerve of her. How could she be so rude? Rachel is never like that. He turned around, wrapped his arm around Rachel, and they continued down the stairs.
"What was that all about?" Rachel asked, as they reached the common room.
"I don't know." Harry said truthfully. He wanted to know himself. He just hoped that he was wrong about the dream being a premonition.
"Oh well." Rachel said. "Oh Ya. Harry, did you pack yet?"
Oh shit! Harry thought. He looked at Rachel, and was relieved to see her laughing.
"Me either!" She said, "I can tell by the look on your face you haven't packed either."
Harry nodded.
"Well, I'm just going to go pack right now. I'll meet you at breakfast, alright?" She asked.
"Ok. See you, sexy." Harry grinned at her. She quickly kissed him on the cheek, and left back up the stairs.
Time to pack, Harry thought to himself, as he headed up the stairs to his dormitory.
"There y'are, mate." Ron said as Harry walked in. "We heard your girlfriend this morning. And you with her." Ron grinned.
Harry grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved it in Ron's face. "Shut up," Harry said, as he laughed.
"NO! You did not just hit me with a pillow." Ron said, making a face. "I'll make you pay for that, Mr. Potter." Ron grabbed the pillow. Harry ran for his life, while Neville, Seamus and Dean stood there and howled with laughter.
"RON!" Harry said firmly, and Ron stopped in his tracks. "I have to pack. I'm leaving with Rachel today, remember?"
Ron dropped the pillow. He looked at Harry, and shook his head from side to side. "What?" Harry asked.
"You STILL haven't packed?" Ron asked. "That is so sad. Nice boyfriend you are, Harry."
"Hey, wait just a minute." Harry said. "Rachel didn't pack either."
Ron laughed. "Perfect couple," he muttered. "I'll leave you to it then, mate." He spun around and left. "See you at breakfast."
"Perfect couple. We are the perfect couple." Harry said to Neville, Seamus and Dean.
"He was being sarcastic." Neville said.
"I know," Harry said. But then Ron's words came flooding back to him. "Nice boyfriend you are, Harry."
What kind of boyfriend was he? He was constantly thinking about Ginny. And last night he had a sex dream of Ginny. Not Rachel, his girlfriend, but Ginny. What the hell was he thinking? Why Ginny all of a sudden?
Then he remembered the smug look on Ginny's face this morning, and that really got him thinking. Maybe Ginny put some sort of spell on him, so he would be constantly thinking about her, and so him and Rachel could break up. After all, Ginny did still like him. But would Ginny really sink that low? Maybe he WAS just being paranoid.
Harry walked up to his trunk, and started packing his things. He wasn't going to take much; it was just a short trip. Rachel said something about shopping for the clothes for the ceremony, so he didn't have to worry about that yet.
When he was done, he walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He was starving. He found Ron and Hermione waiting for him in the common room.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry responded. "Shall we go?"
"Yup."
They walked to the Great Hall together, and found Rachel sitting alone, looking rather grim.
"Are you alright, Rachel?" Hermione asked her, as they all sat down around her.
She didn't respond. She just kept staring at her plate of food, which was untouched.
"Err, Rachel?" Hermione asked again. Still, no response. She turned to Ron and Harry. "Guys, a little help?"
"Ugh, Rachel, are you alright?" Ron asked.
"Rachel!" Harry waved a hand in front of her face. She didn't even blink.
"Well," Ron began, "I heard you and Malfoy were getting it on with Snape in the potions class yesterday."
At this, Rachel finally looked up and said, "What?" while the other's roared with laughter.
"Are you feeling alright?" Harry asked her.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Have you finished packing?" Rachel asked.
"Yup. I'm all ready."
"Good, we're leaving after breakfast." Rachel looked down at her plate once again.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, then at Harry.
"Harry, be careful, all right?" Hermione said in a concerned voice. "You- Know-Who is out there. Just, just be careful."
"Ok," Harry responded. He didn't really feel like leaving the safety of the castle and going to a funeral, but it was for Rachel, and he'd do anything for her. Well, almost anything.
When they finished eating, Rachel and Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and left through the Front Doors, hauling their things. Harry noticed that Rachel didn't take that many things, then again, neither did he.
They made their way to Hogsmeade. It was a cool, cloudy day. It looked like it was going to rain. It wasn't as cold as it usually was in February, which was good.
They walked in silence for a while, Rachel staring at her shoes as she walked, and Harry wishing he could say something to make her feel better. She looked really down, and Harry was wondering what was making her feel so down, when just a couple of minutes ago they were laughing and kissing. He decided to ask her.
"Rachel, what's the matter? Just a couple of minutes ago you were feeling great. What happened?" Harry asked.
Rachel just continued on walking, staring at her shoes.
Harry started getting a little annoyed. He was her boyfriend after all; he deserved to know what was bugging his girlfriend. Maybe there was something wrong with Harry, and that's why she wasn't telling him. Or maybe she was just too sad to talk because she was thinking about her family's deaths.
Harry cleared his throat loudly, and said, "Is it something about me? Is that why you're not telling me?"
Rachel kept walking. Harry decided that he shouldn't force it out of her, so he fell silent.
After a couple minutes of walking in silence, they reached Hogsmeade. Harry looked at Rachel, and saw that there were tears in her eyes. Her took her hand and pulled her to the closest secluded spot he could find. He put down the things he was holding, lifted Rachel's head so she would be looking at him, and said in the softest voice he could, "Baby, I love you. Please tell me what's wrong."
At this, Rachel broke down. She started crying very hard, but quite quietly. She hugged Harry and dissolved into tears on his shoulder.
"I - I - I was - a-a-almost, r-r-" Rachel sobbed. Harry could barely hear what she was saying.
"You were almost, what?" He asked. "You can tell me."
Suddenly it went very quiet. Harry looked down at Rachel and saw that she had stopped crying, but her eyes were red and swollen and still filled with tears, and her hair was sticking to her face because of all the tears, and she was looking right at him with the saddest and most scared expression he had ever saw.
"I was almost raped." Rachel said in barely a whisper.
"What?!?" Harry shouted, horrified. "You're joking right?" He said, knowing the answer. "How? When? WHO?"
She wrapped her arms around Harry and he held her tightly to his chest. He couldn't believe it. His beloved Rachel was almost raped. But who would do such a thing? But Harry had a pretty good idea on who he thought it was. He asked her again, this time more calmly.
"Malfoy." Rachel answered, proving Harry right. At that moment, Harry hated everything about Malfoy. This was beyond hate. Beyond malice. He wanted to hurt Malfoy, to kill him. He wanted to rip out his heart, and watch it beat in his hand. Then hand it to Lucius Malfoy and laugh at the expression Mr.Malfoy would give, and.
"Stop it!" Rachel said loudly.
"What?" Harry snapped at her.
"Stop saying that."
"Saying what?"
"All those horrible things about Malfoy."
"I wasn't saying anything, was I?" Harry asked, confused. He was pretty sure he wasn't saying those things about Malfoy, or was he?
"But I heard you." Rachel said, looking just as confused.
"Well, I can't help my feelings then." Harry said, still angrier than ever. "When did this happen? How?"
"I-I" She cleared her throat. "I was walking down the hall to breakfast today, when out came Malfoy from out of a corner." She paused, and Harry looked down at her, not sure he wanted to know the rest.
"Go on," he said.
"Ok. Umm.he started talking to me about something, I'm not really sure, I cant really remember. It was about work or something. It doesn't matter, but he said he needed help with one of his assignments. So I said I'd help him, but that I was really hungry. Then he said he needed it now, so I agreed, and he led me to the classroom." Her eyes started to water a bit again, but she continued. "I walked in first, and then when he walked in, I heard a little click, and I knew something was going on.
"I turned around and Malfoy was smiling, in this horrible, evil way that sent a chill down my spine. I knew I wanted to get out of there, and fast, but I didn't know how. Malfoy started walking towards me. I was so scared, I knew what he was about to do, I felt it.
"So I took out my wand, out of instinct, you know. But Malfoy just kept smiling, he didn't even seem scared. I shot out the first hex that came out of my mouth. But somehow, it just bounced off Malfoy. My wand fell out of my hand, and I was left powerless. Then I started panicking."
*Flashback*
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh nothing, just walking towards a very beautiful girl." Malfoy answered with a small chuckle.
I laughed nervously. "So where's that paper you wanted help with?"
"Over there." Was Malfoy's answer.
"Ok, so shouldn't we be working on it?"
"Nope."
"But you said-"
"Forget what I said, Avalon." Malfoy responded, as I looked deep into those beautiful, gray eyes. "Just forget it. Forget everything. Forget Potter. Forget your life. Right now it's just you and me. No need to be scared." He added, as I started shivering.
I felt a cold fingertip on my arm. It sent Goosebumps down my body. I started shivering even more. Then I felt another hand on my other arm, as I stood rooted to the spot, to scared to move.
"That's it Avalon," Malfoy whispered. "Just stay like that, and it'll be all over soon." His face glinted, as I stood there, frozen.
He started to undress my robe. I let it fall to the floor when he was finished. Then he moved to my shirt, and started unbuttoning that. I didn't tell him to stop, I was too afraid. Afraid to protect myself. Afraid to move. Afraid to be hurt. Afraid to tell him to stop.
Malfoy smiled as my second garment fell to the floor. He licked his lips at what was standing before him: A shivering girl to afraid to stand up for herself.
He then wrapped his hands around me, caressing my body, forcing it close to his. He started undoing my bra and I let him. I actually let him.
He started laughing when it fell to the floor. "Pathetic." He whispered to himself. But he continued laughing, while I just stood there, watching him.
He took off his top and as it dropped to the floor, next to mine, a single tear escaped from my eye.
He bent down and started to run his hands up and down my thighs. His hands were bony and cold. They sent shivers all down my skin. As my skirt fell to the floor, so did a wave of more tears.
Malfoy noticed the tears, but just laughed, tried wiping them away, then continued to undress himself.
I stood there, standing in my thong, watching as his last garment fell to the floor. My mouth dropped open at what I saw, and when it did, he grabbed me, and started making his way towards my private parts. Slowly but carefully, he took off my remaining protection.
As his hands made their way inside of me, something happened. I thought about Harry, about his warm hands, his warm chest, his love. Not these cold hands sending shivers up and down my spine. This wasn't right. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. This wasn't special. It wasn't Harry.
Malfoy noticed my abrupt change because he stopped and stiffened. I scanned the floor for my wand, but before I could get it, Malfoy grabbed me.
"No you don't, Avalon." He threw me forcefully down to the floor, and then climbed on top of me pinning me to the floor. I shrieked at the amount of weight now holding me down. Malfoy took his wand and placed a silencing charm on me. "It'll be over soon, Avalon, soon."
I struggled as he tried entering inside of me. I wouldn't let him. I couldn't. As I tried holding him off, I quickly scanned the floor for my wand. But what good would my wand be when I couldn't speak? I didn't care, I had to find it.
I spotted it, and just when I was trying to reach for it, I felt incredible pain. Malfoy had grabbed hold of my throat, and I gasped for breath. I tried throwing him off my body, but he was just too heavy.
He then pinned my hands down with a spell, but it was too late, I felt my wand back in my hand, and it was time to do some damage.
"GET OFF!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, but nothing came out. "GET AWAY FROM ME!! GO AWAY!! STOP IT!!!!"
Malfoy stopped struggling, and began to laugh at my foolish attempts at trying to scream. It was a cold, high-pitched laugh. It sent another chill down my spine. "You can't do anything with that wand, Avalon."
Yes I can, I thought. I had to.
I quickly did the counter curse for the silencing charm, which worked. Malfoy went pale.
"Impossible," Malfoy muttered. "You can't perform the silencing charm counter-curse when the charm is on you."
"I just did!" I got up, and gave Malfoy what was coming to him.
My spell hit him right on target, and he flew hard against the classroom wall and fell to the floor, where he lay, unconscious.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I was safe. I quickly pulled on all my clothes and left the classroom at top speed as soon as I was fully clothed again. I didn't stop shivering all the way down to the Great Hall. Every shadow was Malfoy. Every sound was Malfoy. Malfoy was inside of my head, good thing he didn't get inside of ME!
*End OF Flashback*
"Stupid, evil GIT!!" Harry yelled as Rachel finished telling her story. "I'm going to fukken KILL him when I get my fukken hands on him! I swear I will. I SWEAR!!!"
"Harry, please don't tell anybody about this. I really don't want anybody to know."
"WHAT?" Harry shouted. "Why? We should tell Dumbledore. Get him expelled."
"NO! Harry, we can't do that. I can't do that." Rachel said.
"Why?" Harry asked. "This is our chance to get Malfoy out of our lives, once and for all."
"No Harry, it's not. If we get him expelled, he will come after us. So will Lucius, and all of them. Harry, it's too dangerous. We cant do that."
"But we have to do something."
"Just, just forget it, please Harry. I beg you. Don't tell anyone. Especially my mother. If she finds out, she will freak. Please Harry, promise me you won't tell anybody." Rachel asked.
Harry nodded.
"PROMISE ME!"
"Are you hurt though? Did he hurt you?"
"Just a little. It's nothing though. Please Harry, don't worry. I'm ok now; I just had to tell someone. That's all. Now promise me you won't tell. Ok?"
Harry looked Rachel right in the eye. "Are you sure? Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yes, I'm positive."
"Ok, then I promise I won't tell anyone." Harry smiled at her.
"Thank you, Harry, I knew I could trust you." She kissed Harry on the cheek. "Shall we go then? Mother might be worried where we are."
"Ok, sure. Let's go." Harry took his things off the ground, and continued walking hand in hand with Rachel until they reached the door to Honeydukes.
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A/N: There you go!! Haha. Hope you liked it. I was listening to "A Place for my Head-Linkin Park" When I was writing the fighting back part.haha..did I mention im a rocker now? Well.over the past few months I went through a lot of changes.one.BECOMING A ROCKER!! Haha..and I LOVE LINKIN PARK!! Lol..but I STYLL LOVE HARRY POTTER TOO! Haha..n e whoo.I hope you review the chaper, and I'll haff the next one up soon.k..luv ya guys lots..and thanks again for the wonderful reviews!! MUAH!!!
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