They met almost every night. Same place, same time. It was an old classroom. Empty one with big windows which allowed the moonlight to enter. They would sit in the same spot every time laying down their school robes, sitting down and talking till dawn. Then they would both go back to their common rooms and try to get some sleep.
It was a ritual. But never boring. Sometimes Tristessa would bring a joint or two or a bottle of Firewhiskey to 'lighten the atmosphere'. Harry would wake up with a killer headache and swear he'll never do it again.
They talk about how they spent their days, what they do during the school breaks and many other things.
In the day time they didn't even look at each other. Sometimes Tristessa would send him a note telling him she couldn't make it that night, but nothing more.
She sometimes hung out with Draco, Crabbe and Goyle or Blaise, but most of the time she was alone.
And Harry spent less and less time with Ron and Hermione. He was too tired and plus, he wasn't sure how they would react if they knew how, where and with who he hung out (with). So he decided to keep silent.
* * *
"So, what can we do about it?"
"I don't know, Hermione. I've tried to talk to him. I really have, but he seems so distracted and tired, so I just gave up."
"Maybe something's wrong…"
"I don't think so… if it were we would realize. He doesn't seem at all preoccupied. Just… tired and distracted."
"That helped."
"Well, sorry…if he doesn't want to talk, what can I do?"
"I don't know, Ron. But I wish I knew. "
"Me too, Hermione. Me too."
"Or, we could just be worrying about nothing."
"Yeah, we could"
"I say we give him some more time"
"Why not?"
* *
H: "Hello"
T: "Hi, Harry. Any trouble getting here.?"
H: "Nope. Why?"
T: "I almost ran into Mrs. Norris. God, I hate that cat. Filch calls it Mrs. Norris. I call it Satan. And I'm 90% sure Filch loves the cat +that way+"
H: "Ewww. Ewww. Ewww. I'm never gonna look at them the same way. God! Imagine Filch naked!"
T: "I don't wanna do that! God! Imagine McGonagall!"
H: "Dumbledore!"
T: "Snape!"
H: "Crabbe!"
T: "Goyle!"
H: "Ok. I'm not eating anything in the next days."
T: "Hahaha! But you started it!"
H: "Sad but true."
T: "Metallica."
H: "huh?"
T: " 'Sad but True'. It's a Metallica song."
H: "Umm… ok. Whatever"
And they continue until 4:30.
"Come on, Harry. Time to go."
"yeah.. bleh"
And he got up and held a hand for her. She grabbed his hand and got up but wouldn't let him go. Suddenly Harry was pulled by the hand and he felt the softest lips touching his. Two second later their tongues were devouring each other and hands were put everywhere.
It was nothing like kissing Cho. This was real. This made his heart beat and his pants feel too tight. Finally they gasped for air and it broke. Harry's face was red and he couldn't find anything to say. She looked at him and smiled.
Every time we touch we get closer to heaven
And at every sunrise our sins are forgiven
You on my skin this must be the end
The only way you can love me is to hurt me again
And again
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
(HIM- Razorblade Kiss)
"What? You told me once you couldn't kiss. I helped you learn."
"When did I tell you that"
"When you drank two thirds of my Firewhiskey bottle."
"Damn. I knew that stuff was evil. What else did I tell you?"
"That you wank thinking of Longbottom."
"What?"
"Kidding! Ha!"
"Now, seriously."
"Just how you kissed Cho. That's it."
"oh"
"Yeah. I kiss better than Cho, don't I?"
"Definitely."
"Good. Now you do too. Come on, let's go"
And they walked out, each heading for his/her dormitory.
Of course Harry couldn't sleep that night. He kept on wondering, thinking… He needed to know. Did it mean anything? They didn't smoke or drink anything so she was perfectly awake. Nope, Harry wasn't good at debating life-changing stuff like this. But he wanted to kiss her again. He really did.
What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing you do
To make me dream of you
(HIM- Wicked Game)
* * *
After Snape gave everybody the test subjects, in the perfectly quiet Potions classroom everybody could hear a loud : "Fucking shit!". Eyes turned to the back of the class where a raven-haired boy raised his emerald green eyes and quietly whispered to himself 'Too loud…'
Snape turned his head towards Harry and with an evil smirk on his face told him:
"Dare to fail this test Potter and you'll fail Potions. I promise"
"oh, great" Harry thought and went back to the paper and tried to answer some of the questions but somehow his brain just wouldn't wake up. Well, actually, he never studied so he had nobody to blame. He was flunking Potions.
So, he put his head on the desk waiting for the class to end. He'll figure out what to do. Tomorrow.
Suddenly something hit him in the head. Harry woke up and saw a folded paper on the floor. Probably the thing that hit his head. So he scanned through the classroom trying to find the one guilty of disturbing his sleep.
He found Tristessa looking at him very annoyed and rolling her eyes. Then she mouthed 'Pick it up' and went back to her test paper.
Harry did as he was told and nearly fell off his chair when he found written on the paper all the answers to the test. Well, at least that must have been all the weird named plants on it. He quickly took his quill and started writing down everything.
He was trusting her and didn't even realize.
The world was on fire, no-one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you
And I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you
(HIM- Wicked Game)
Minutes later Harry turned in the paper and was on his way to Charms with Ron and Hermione beside him.
"I failed it. I'm sure"
"Well, Ron, you know how many times I told you to study. Who don't you ever listen to me?"
"Correction. You haven't told me to study. You've been nagging me about it. And you know I hate that, Hermione!"
"Hmpf!"
Harry smiled. He didn't know if he did well but didn't have the courage to ask Hermione. He'll just wait and see.
Later that day, the three Gryffindors were on their way to the Great Hall. Dinner time.
They went down the stairs and came face to face with Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, Tristessa and Parkinson.
"Oh, great. The Merry Group of Anarchists" said Ron looking exasperated.
Tristessa quickly looked at Harry, remembering her Anarchy T-shirt but Harry discreetly shook his head.
"Anarchists, Weasley? Well, I congratulate you on learning a new word. Now I simply must leave you. I'm really hungry" said Draco with a false sadness.
So, the Merry Group walked away.
"Where did that come from, mate? Ha! The Merry Group of Anarchists? Really brilliant" said Harry laughing
"I don't know. It just hit me"
And they continued their way to the Great Hall.
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A/N: Review? Anyone? Please?
It was a ritual. But never boring. Sometimes Tristessa would bring a joint or two or a bottle of Firewhiskey to 'lighten the atmosphere'. Harry would wake up with a killer headache and swear he'll never do it again.
They talk about how they spent their days, what they do during the school breaks and many other things.
In the day time they didn't even look at each other. Sometimes Tristessa would send him a note telling him she couldn't make it that night, but nothing more.
She sometimes hung out with Draco, Crabbe and Goyle or Blaise, but most of the time she was alone.
And Harry spent less and less time with Ron and Hermione. He was too tired and plus, he wasn't sure how they would react if they knew how, where and with who he hung out (with). So he decided to keep silent.
* * *
"So, what can we do about it?"
"I don't know, Hermione. I've tried to talk to him. I really have, but he seems so distracted and tired, so I just gave up."
"Maybe something's wrong…"
"I don't think so… if it were we would realize. He doesn't seem at all preoccupied. Just… tired and distracted."
"That helped."
"Well, sorry…if he doesn't want to talk, what can I do?"
"I don't know, Ron. But I wish I knew. "
"Me too, Hermione. Me too."
"Or, we could just be worrying about nothing."
"Yeah, we could"
"I say we give him some more time"
"Why not?"
* *
H: "Hello"
T: "Hi, Harry. Any trouble getting here.?"
H: "Nope. Why?"
T: "I almost ran into Mrs. Norris. God, I hate that cat. Filch calls it Mrs. Norris. I call it Satan. And I'm 90% sure Filch loves the cat +that way+"
H: "Ewww. Ewww. Ewww. I'm never gonna look at them the same way. God! Imagine Filch naked!"
T: "I don't wanna do that! God! Imagine McGonagall!"
H: "Dumbledore!"
T: "Snape!"
H: "Crabbe!"
T: "Goyle!"
H: "Ok. I'm not eating anything in the next days."
T: "Hahaha! But you started it!"
H: "Sad but true."
T: "Metallica."
H: "huh?"
T: " 'Sad but True'. It's a Metallica song."
H: "Umm… ok. Whatever"
And they continue until 4:30.
"Come on, Harry. Time to go."
"yeah.. bleh"
And he got up and held a hand for her. She grabbed his hand and got up but wouldn't let him go. Suddenly Harry was pulled by the hand and he felt the softest lips touching his. Two second later their tongues were devouring each other and hands were put everywhere.
It was nothing like kissing Cho. This was real. This made his heart beat and his pants feel too tight. Finally they gasped for air and it broke. Harry's face was red and he couldn't find anything to say. She looked at him and smiled.
Every time we touch we get closer to heaven
And at every sunrise our sins are forgiven
You on my skin this must be the end
The only way you can love me is to hurt me again
And again
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
(HIM- Razorblade Kiss)
"What? You told me once you couldn't kiss. I helped you learn."
"When did I tell you that"
"When you drank two thirds of my Firewhiskey bottle."
"Damn. I knew that stuff was evil. What else did I tell you?"
"That you wank thinking of Longbottom."
"What?"
"Kidding! Ha!"
"Now, seriously."
"Just how you kissed Cho. That's it."
"oh"
"Yeah. I kiss better than Cho, don't I?"
"Definitely."
"Good. Now you do too. Come on, let's go"
And they walked out, each heading for his/her dormitory.
Of course Harry couldn't sleep that night. He kept on wondering, thinking… He needed to know. Did it mean anything? They didn't smoke or drink anything so she was perfectly awake. Nope, Harry wasn't good at debating life-changing stuff like this. But he wanted to kiss her again. He really did.
What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing you do
To make me dream of you
(HIM- Wicked Game)
* * *
After Snape gave everybody the test subjects, in the perfectly quiet Potions classroom everybody could hear a loud : "Fucking shit!". Eyes turned to the back of the class where a raven-haired boy raised his emerald green eyes and quietly whispered to himself 'Too loud…'
Snape turned his head towards Harry and with an evil smirk on his face told him:
"Dare to fail this test Potter and you'll fail Potions. I promise"
"oh, great" Harry thought and went back to the paper and tried to answer some of the questions but somehow his brain just wouldn't wake up. Well, actually, he never studied so he had nobody to blame. He was flunking Potions.
So, he put his head on the desk waiting for the class to end. He'll figure out what to do. Tomorrow.
Suddenly something hit him in the head. Harry woke up and saw a folded paper on the floor. Probably the thing that hit his head. So he scanned through the classroom trying to find the one guilty of disturbing his sleep.
He found Tristessa looking at him very annoyed and rolling her eyes. Then she mouthed 'Pick it up' and went back to her test paper.
Harry did as he was told and nearly fell off his chair when he found written on the paper all the answers to the test. Well, at least that must have been all the weird named plants on it. He quickly took his quill and started writing down everything.
He was trusting her and didn't even realize.
The world was on fire, no-one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you
And I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you
(HIM- Wicked Game)
Minutes later Harry turned in the paper and was on his way to Charms with Ron and Hermione beside him.
"I failed it. I'm sure"
"Well, Ron, you know how many times I told you to study. Who don't you ever listen to me?"
"Correction. You haven't told me to study. You've been nagging me about it. And you know I hate that, Hermione!"
"Hmpf!"
Harry smiled. He didn't know if he did well but didn't have the courage to ask Hermione. He'll just wait and see.
Later that day, the three Gryffindors were on their way to the Great Hall. Dinner time.
They went down the stairs and came face to face with Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, Tristessa and Parkinson.
"Oh, great. The Merry Group of Anarchists" said Ron looking exasperated.
Tristessa quickly looked at Harry, remembering her Anarchy T-shirt but Harry discreetly shook his head.
"Anarchists, Weasley? Well, I congratulate you on learning a new word. Now I simply must leave you. I'm really hungry" said Draco with a false sadness.
So, the Merry Group walked away.
"Where did that come from, mate? Ha! The Merry Group of Anarchists? Really brilliant" said Harry laughing
"I don't know. It just hit me"
And they continued their way to the Great Hall.
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A/N: Review? Anyone? Please?