Harry Potter and the new life
Chapter six – Fwarr she's so hot!
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Harry woke up and saw that it was dawn but laid there for a few moments remembering the first good dream he had had in a long time. But then he wondered he had been working very hard to force himself not to dream and he was in his most venerable state when he was half awake. He managed to successfully confuse himself and getting up Harry wondered into the bathroom and started to wash. Then later wondered back into his room and started to get dressed, before realising he had new clothes that he actually felt good about what he was wearing.
It wasn't until he was messing around with his hair that he realised that the very nice dream he had been having was at least half true about a girl's toilet and a bed and breakfast room. Scratching his head Harry remembered everything and suddenly got rather excited and running downstairs for his breakfast with the Dursley's to show he did still lived there and make them very depressed.
"Don't run boy, you'll wear the carpet out." Ignoring his uncle Harry walked into the kitchen and received a very angry look from his aunt who hadn't forgotten what Harry had said before he left the house several mornings ago even if it had conveniently slipped his mind. Walking around the back of his cousin to collect a bowl and some cereal Harry ducked as his aunt swung round a frying pan pretending not to have noticed Harry was there. Eating a hurried silent breakfast Harry went upstairs and looking for his wallet found that Hedwig hadn't returned and hoped she would soon because he was planning to send the birthday present he had brought for Neville.
Looking at his new watch he decided he would be a bit early leaving the house now so sat for a moment or two looking at his photo, he seemed to do this more now than ever before. Thinking he was too happy today to be sitting inside Harry looked at himself in the mirror and then left the house without speaking to anyone but this didn't bother him he preferred it this way. Walking into town Harry hoped not to get to sweaty in the sun so walked much slower than he normally did, inpatient to meet George he to walked over to where she was staying.
As he passed through the main block of shops he found her hanging around the previous evening's dinner spot, slightly lost at what to do. Glad to see her he walked over and hugger her warmly and then they set off talking and walking randomly around, eating dinner and looking in one or two shops until they arrived at one of the bigger parks in the area. Sitting on the swings and the roundabout they carried on talking until it was evening, Harry walked George back to the bed and breakfast in the evening and slowly said good bye with much interruption's of kisses mainly by George.
Finally she went inside and Harry walked back home silently up the stairs passing his uncle on the way and into his room. Closing the door properly behind him Harry sat on the bed to empty his pockets on to the bed side cupboard which had once contained old comics of his cousin's. Starting to move a few more things around of his cousin's so he could have more space for his stuff a little at a time, Harry noticed that Hedwig was back with a letter from Ron.
Untying her burden Harry stroked her thoughtfully hoping that Ron wasn't inviting him to stay because he wanted to be with George more, but then he felt a prang of guilt, he was thinking about dumping his best friend for a girl he had only known a few days. After Harry had suppressed this feeling he felt another prang of guilt about been so happy so quickly after Sirius had gone. Reasoning with him self Harry came to the conclusion that Ron would understand he wanted to spend some time with George and if Sirius was alive he would want Harry to be normal and get excited over a pretty girl. He always said Harry been happy was the most important thing to him.
Harry tried to imagine what he would say or do, he decided probably tease him like he must have done to James. After all Harry thought Sirius and his dad were as close as brothers and there is a large element of James in Harry (other than his name) and he wouldn't want Harry to be sad and depressed over him instead he would want Harry to be happy over a sweet strawberry smelling red head, with a nice arse. Harry was happy because of her, he thought she was beautiful and she seemed to like him otherwise she wouldn't kiss him so much. Not that he was complaining her lips were so gentle and he couldn't even start comparing them to Cho. Suppressing as much of his feelings as he could other than the one's about George, Harry opened the letter and started to read still occasionally stroking Hedwig.
Dear Harry, Bad news I'm afraid mate. Mum still says it's best you stay where you are for a little bit longer but not to worry I'm working on her. Hermione is coming to stay in about a week so I think you may get to come then, at least that's what Ginny says. We are all glad to here that the Dursley's are treating you and Lupin particularly liked the comparison of Werewolves! He's gone though now.
Harry wondered if this letter had been written before or after Harry dodged Lupin in the Leaky Cauldron. He decided it was probably before and thought Lupin must have noticed Harry had been lying about things. He continued with the letter.
Fred and George want to know if you could test a few of there new range on your cousin to see if there is a difference between the affects on muggle and the affects on normal people. Don't let mum know though! There has been a big effort on Percy's side he actually came for Sunday dinner with dad but he quickly left when mum started saying that it was good to see the Ministry were getting there act together a bit again. He left pretty quickly after that but as Charlie pointed out, more pudding for the rest of us.
How are things really with your cousin? It just seems a bit odd that he suddenly turned over a new leaf and started been friendly to you again. Did you really go to London by yourself?
He figured Lupin had sent word to Mr and Mrs Weasley and Ron had added to his letter after possibly by his mothers orders to find out what Harry had been doing.
Fred and George said they herd Lupin mentioning about you finding it hard when he saw you in the Leaky Cauldron the other day. (On the extendable ears!) What were you doing down there we haven't got our results yet so no need to get new school things yet is there?
Harry felt another prang of guilt he should have known that Ron could so easily overhear a conversation where he was with those annoying extendable ears. Ron was trying so hard to touch on a subject without getting burnt it was obvious things weren't adding up to him. Harry carried on reading.
Hope you are holding up okay there and haven't done anything stupid, I know I may sound a bit like Hermione but you haven't been yourself really when we last saw you. We think dad hasn't told mum because he knows she worry too much but I do hope I'm over reacting like mum would. Hope things are okay, see you as soon as I can, your mate Ron.
P.S. Hedwig has been acting a bit odd I put the letter on her but she just sat on Pig's perch with him and didn't actually leave for a few days is she okay?
Harry felt dreadful now he wished he had said something about going to London just to let them know. Harry wasn't angry with Ron because really he was just trying to look after his mate but Harry just couldn't talk to him at the moment and thought he would be able to put the return letter off until Hedwig had had a breather from sending letter's and he had sent his birthday present to Neville. Trying not to imagine the conversation Lupin could have had with Mr Weasley Harry changed into the T-shirt he slept in and got into bed.
Harry had very few dreams that night about George's soft curly red hair, the way it smell's of sweet strawberries. All he could think of was Lupin telling Mr Weasley how Harry wasn't letting go of Sirius, this then moved on to Sirius him self telling Harry he shouldn't be so happy and that Harry couldn't tell the difference between been awake and been asleep.
Then Harry's head moved on to the room where Harry felt so sure he had seen Sirius been destroyed bit by bit by Voldermort. His was letting everything thing flow through his head that he had been forcing to the back of his mind. Harry forcefully made himself wake up to find it was the very early hours of the morning and he was sweating like mad and was struggling to get his breath.
Looking around the room, trying to prove to him self that it was only a bad dream because he had pushed too much to the back of his mind so the back became the front again or something like that. By trying to control his emotions and get back to a normal body temperature Harry was able to sit half handing out of the window and force him self not to be sick.
An hour or so later of doing this he stopped sweating and he had sorted his head out, because Harry was trying to empty his mind he didn't notice that as he climbed back into his bed that he was shaking with cold. Harry never really got back to sleep but by the time he started to get up apart from feeling tired he felt much better and left to go and meet George.
When he saw her pushing her hair out of her face to look at the clock Harry felt much better. Spending the day with her made him feel completely normal and he returned home that evening and sent Hedwig with a present and a card to Neville with a short message inside.
Hope you are keeping okay and have a good birthday and didn't forget! Best of look with your OWL results I know you will be better than you think I only hope that it's the same for me. Happy Birthday from Harry.
It wasn't much but Harry couldn't think of anything else to say that would be appropriate for a birthday. Harry had sent Neville a muggle book about wild herbs with medicinal properties because he new it was the one thing related to potions that he was exceptionally good at. He saw it when he was in one of the big book shops looking for something interesting and figured it wouldn't be a bad thing to send his friend a birthday present.
Recently it seemed to feel much more comfortable talking to Neville now he new Harry knows about why he lived with his Grandmother, it made him feel that he didn't have to pretend to be normal around him. Out of all the people that tried to cheer Harry up at the end of last year it was only Neville's attempt that worked for a short while. After forcing him self into an empty state of mind Harry went to sleep and had a much better night's sleep but he still had a couple of Sirius dying floating around but all in all, he was getting better at sleeping he thought.
Harry continued doing almost the same thing everyday for about a week. Harry would get up have breakfast go off to see George, spending all day in her company talking (kissing seemed to get in there a lot). Then when it had got dark he would walk her back to her bed and breakfast and then walk back home all by himself.
The only way the Dursley's would know he was there was by the sound of him slamming the front door when he came in and walking up the stairs, then slamming his bedroom door behind him. Harry hadn't replied to Ron's letter but Hedwig had returned with a letter from Neville saying thank-you for the present and that he hoped Harry was feeling better but how he understood that it was so hard to keep going sometimes. He even said how he was having trouble sleeping sometimes because of all the things in his head.
It wasn't exactly a long letter but Harry was feeling better because Neville was giving him someone to talk to that understood how he felt so lonely not just like Ron who was trying but sadly couldn't relate seem to Harry at all at the moment.
Harry replied quickly to Neville's letter and they were writing to each other nearly every other day. Neville told him that him that his birthday was the 30th July and sent a card and what looked like a large marble back saying he new it was Harry's birthday around now but he was sorry that he just couldn't remember what day.
It was Harry's birthday now and he and George had a different more expensive day to mark the occasion. They went and ate in a proper restaurant at dinner time rather than buying stuff in the cheapest supermarket and eating on the wall outside. Then they went for a walk in the Rose Garden's and laid on the soft grass looking up at the clouds making shapes out of them. Finally at tea time they went to the cinema and watched a really funny film about one man and his cow, who tried too hard to be the hero he thought she wanted and ended up trapped in a barn with a cow and an old man.
George insisted she was cold so Harry rapped his arms around her for warmth but it was a very hot July day and Harry didn't think she was cold at all. When the film finished Harry thought she wanted him to walk her back to where she was staying because it was already gone ten but she wanted to go to the park that was closer to Harry's house. It was starting to get very dark now but Harry didn't want the day to end, it was the best birthday he had ever had and he just wanted it to go on forever. Sitting down on the round about Harry felt he should be more self aware about where he was this was where he had herd that his cousin had beaten a younger lad up recently.
George he thought was thinking the same as he was and lead him over to a more concealed spot behind the climbing wall but really she didn't want any one who happened to pass by disturbing them. She started teasing him and undoing his trousers a bit. Harry had a good idea what she was up to but was nervous all the same and stopped her with a few well placed lips.
He hadn't done much with her because he thought it would make her think that he was just another lad who was only interested in one thing but really he thought she was amazing even when she wasn't kissing him.
"So how does it feel been another year older? Hmm." Harry swapped sides to kiss her other neck and answered.
"Very, very good to be truthful. I've never had a birthday like this before and never one with some one I care about so much." She stopped him and smiled at this but Harry wished in a way that she hadn't because he liked having her so close to him.
"I like you too James. Even the way your hair never lies flat." She wasn't been rude Harry knew this because he had complained about it never been tidy and always in his face. She ran her fingers through his hair and fiddled it round her middle figure while Harry pushed her curls out of her face so he could kiss her again quickly before answering.
"It is a bit long isn't it?" He said and she laughed still running here hands through his hair softly and Harry had a sudden gladness he had washed it that morning.
"Why don't you ever cut it off?" At first he would never have given a truthful answer but this time he felt he had to tell her a bit about his scar.
"Because it bothers me when some people look at the scar. And it bothers me when I look in the mirror and see it myself." She looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Why does it bother you so much?"
"Because every time I see it I get reminded how my parents died and there are enough ways of me been reminded that there dead with out seeing it in the mirror." This was the absolute truth and it had nothing to do with been a wizard.
"When you look in the mirror do you still see the scar or does having long hair cover it up?" Harry thought for a moment then relied his answer had to be no.
"No it doesn't if anything I notice it even more because it's half hidden behind my hair. Sometimes I even feel ashamed of covering it up but I only do it to try and stop some people looking at me. But that doesn't work either, just makes them stare more to try and see it." She was still fiddling with Harry's already messed up hair and after kissing him gently on the cheek she said.
"If it bother's you so much it been long and it doesn't do what you want and let you hide your scar. Then I think you should cut it off shorter and just show the world your scar if they are so interested in you then let them be." This made so much sense to Harry that he wondered what he would look like with shorter hair.
"Would it suit me?" He thought this was a bit soulless but George seemed to think that it was perfectly reasonable question.
"Yes I think it would not that I don't like your hair now just that at least it wouldn't bother you when it fell in your eyes." Harry smiled broadly he will go and get it cut tomorrow if he could starting to agree inside that people will always look at him so he might as well look his best.
"Okay then I'll get it cut off tomorrow but you have to come to. I've never been to have it cut properly." She seemed surprised.
"Never had it cut in the barbers?"
"Well no. Even though I hated what she did to it my aunt always hacked at it with the kitchen scissors one time she cut my face and then had a right go at me for dropping blood all over her clean floor."
"Your aunt doesn't sound very nice everything you say about her is always horrible." Wow she really didn't no much about his family perhaps he should explain but not now he was getting distracted by her hair and lips again.
"She isn't but enough about that, I want to carry on from before."
"Okay." She giggled and pulled his face closer to hers and after a while and Harry had taken her jacket off Harry completely forgot everything that had ever bothered him. This truly was the best birthday Harry had ever had but it was now nearly midnight and he thought that perhaps they should move soon as it was quiet a walk back to the bed and breakfast.
They moved out from behind the wall and Harry took off his jacket and put it around George to stop her from feeling cold even if he was frozen. Slowly they walked back to the bed and breakfast down the main road in the cold and Harry loved every minuet of it because he was perfectly contented. The front door had already been bolted shut so they climbed around the back to her open window and slowly Harry kissed her good bye and eventually he left. Thinking fwarr she's so hot!
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Harry woke up and saw that it was dawn but laid there for a few moments remembering the first good dream he had had in a long time. But then he wondered he had been working very hard to force himself not to dream and he was in his most venerable state when he was half awake. He managed to successfully confuse himself and getting up Harry wondered into the bathroom and started to wash. Then later wondered back into his room and started to get dressed, before realising he had new clothes that he actually felt good about what he was wearing.
It wasn't until he was messing around with his hair that he realised that the very nice dream he had been having was at least half true about a girl's toilet and a bed and breakfast room. Scratching his head Harry remembered everything and suddenly got rather excited and running downstairs for his breakfast with the Dursley's to show he did still lived there and make them very depressed.
"Don't run boy, you'll wear the carpet out." Ignoring his uncle Harry walked into the kitchen and received a very angry look from his aunt who hadn't forgotten what Harry had said before he left the house several mornings ago even if it had conveniently slipped his mind. Walking around the back of his cousin to collect a bowl and some cereal Harry ducked as his aunt swung round a frying pan pretending not to have noticed Harry was there. Eating a hurried silent breakfast Harry went upstairs and looking for his wallet found that Hedwig hadn't returned and hoped she would soon because he was planning to send the birthday present he had brought for Neville.
Looking at his new watch he decided he would be a bit early leaving the house now so sat for a moment or two looking at his photo, he seemed to do this more now than ever before. Thinking he was too happy today to be sitting inside Harry looked at himself in the mirror and then left the house without speaking to anyone but this didn't bother him he preferred it this way. Walking into town Harry hoped not to get to sweaty in the sun so walked much slower than he normally did, inpatient to meet George he to walked over to where she was staying.
As he passed through the main block of shops he found her hanging around the previous evening's dinner spot, slightly lost at what to do. Glad to see her he walked over and hugger her warmly and then they set off talking and walking randomly around, eating dinner and looking in one or two shops until they arrived at one of the bigger parks in the area. Sitting on the swings and the roundabout they carried on talking until it was evening, Harry walked George back to the bed and breakfast in the evening and slowly said good bye with much interruption's of kisses mainly by George.
Finally she went inside and Harry walked back home silently up the stairs passing his uncle on the way and into his room. Closing the door properly behind him Harry sat on the bed to empty his pockets on to the bed side cupboard which had once contained old comics of his cousin's. Starting to move a few more things around of his cousin's so he could have more space for his stuff a little at a time, Harry noticed that Hedwig was back with a letter from Ron.
Untying her burden Harry stroked her thoughtfully hoping that Ron wasn't inviting him to stay because he wanted to be with George more, but then he felt a prang of guilt, he was thinking about dumping his best friend for a girl he had only known a few days. After Harry had suppressed this feeling he felt another prang of guilt about been so happy so quickly after Sirius had gone. Reasoning with him self Harry came to the conclusion that Ron would understand he wanted to spend some time with George and if Sirius was alive he would want Harry to be normal and get excited over a pretty girl. He always said Harry been happy was the most important thing to him.
Harry tried to imagine what he would say or do, he decided probably tease him like he must have done to James. After all Harry thought Sirius and his dad were as close as brothers and there is a large element of James in Harry (other than his name) and he wouldn't want Harry to be sad and depressed over him instead he would want Harry to be happy over a sweet strawberry smelling red head, with a nice arse. Harry was happy because of her, he thought she was beautiful and she seemed to like him otherwise she wouldn't kiss him so much. Not that he was complaining her lips were so gentle and he couldn't even start comparing them to Cho. Suppressing as much of his feelings as he could other than the one's about George, Harry opened the letter and started to read still occasionally stroking Hedwig.
Dear Harry, Bad news I'm afraid mate. Mum still says it's best you stay where you are for a little bit longer but not to worry I'm working on her. Hermione is coming to stay in about a week so I think you may get to come then, at least that's what Ginny says. We are all glad to here that the Dursley's are treating you and Lupin particularly liked the comparison of Werewolves! He's gone though now.
Harry wondered if this letter had been written before or after Harry dodged Lupin in the Leaky Cauldron. He decided it was probably before and thought Lupin must have noticed Harry had been lying about things. He continued with the letter.
Fred and George want to know if you could test a few of there new range on your cousin to see if there is a difference between the affects on muggle and the affects on normal people. Don't let mum know though! There has been a big effort on Percy's side he actually came for Sunday dinner with dad but he quickly left when mum started saying that it was good to see the Ministry were getting there act together a bit again. He left pretty quickly after that but as Charlie pointed out, more pudding for the rest of us.
How are things really with your cousin? It just seems a bit odd that he suddenly turned over a new leaf and started been friendly to you again. Did you really go to London by yourself?
He figured Lupin had sent word to Mr and Mrs Weasley and Ron had added to his letter after possibly by his mothers orders to find out what Harry had been doing.
Fred and George said they herd Lupin mentioning about you finding it hard when he saw you in the Leaky Cauldron the other day. (On the extendable ears!) What were you doing down there we haven't got our results yet so no need to get new school things yet is there?
Harry felt another prang of guilt he should have known that Ron could so easily overhear a conversation where he was with those annoying extendable ears. Ron was trying so hard to touch on a subject without getting burnt it was obvious things weren't adding up to him. Harry carried on reading.
Hope you are holding up okay there and haven't done anything stupid, I know I may sound a bit like Hermione but you haven't been yourself really when we last saw you. We think dad hasn't told mum because he knows she worry too much but I do hope I'm over reacting like mum would. Hope things are okay, see you as soon as I can, your mate Ron.
P.S. Hedwig has been acting a bit odd I put the letter on her but she just sat on Pig's perch with him and didn't actually leave for a few days is she okay?
Harry felt dreadful now he wished he had said something about going to London just to let them know. Harry wasn't angry with Ron because really he was just trying to look after his mate but Harry just couldn't talk to him at the moment and thought he would be able to put the return letter off until Hedwig had had a breather from sending letter's and he had sent his birthday present to Neville. Trying not to imagine the conversation Lupin could have had with Mr Weasley Harry changed into the T-shirt he slept in and got into bed.
Harry had very few dreams that night about George's soft curly red hair, the way it smell's of sweet strawberries. All he could think of was Lupin telling Mr Weasley how Harry wasn't letting go of Sirius, this then moved on to Sirius him self telling Harry he shouldn't be so happy and that Harry couldn't tell the difference between been awake and been asleep.
Then Harry's head moved on to the room where Harry felt so sure he had seen Sirius been destroyed bit by bit by Voldermort. His was letting everything thing flow through his head that he had been forcing to the back of his mind. Harry forcefully made himself wake up to find it was the very early hours of the morning and he was sweating like mad and was struggling to get his breath.
Looking around the room, trying to prove to him self that it was only a bad dream because he had pushed too much to the back of his mind so the back became the front again or something like that. By trying to control his emotions and get back to a normal body temperature Harry was able to sit half handing out of the window and force him self not to be sick.
An hour or so later of doing this he stopped sweating and he had sorted his head out, because Harry was trying to empty his mind he didn't notice that as he climbed back into his bed that he was shaking with cold. Harry never really got back to sleep but by the time he started to get up apart from feeling tired he felt much better and left to go and meet George.
When he saw her pushing her hair out of her face to look at the clock Harry felt much better. Spending the day with her made him feel completely normal and he returned home that evening and sent Hedwig with a present and a card to Neville with a short message inside.
Hope you are keeping okay and have a good birthday and didn't forget! Best of look with your OWL results I know you will be better than you think I only hope that it's the same for me. Happy Birthday from Harry.
It wasn't much but Harry couldn't think of anything else to say that would be appropriate for a birthday. Harry had sent Neville a muggle book about wild herbs with medicinal properties because he new it was the one thing related to potions that he was exceptionally good at. He saw it when he was in one of the big book shops looking for something interesting and figured it wouldn't be a bad thing to send his friend a birthday present.
Recently it seemed to feel much more comfortable talking to Neville now he new Harry knows about why he lived with his Grandmother, it made him feel that he didn't have to pretend to be normal around him. Out of all the people that tried to cheer Harry up at the end of last year it was only Neville's attempt that worked for a short while. After forcing him self into an empty state of mind Harry went to sleep and had a much better night's sleep but he still had a couple of Sirius dying floating around but all in all, he was getting better at sleeping he thought.
Harry continued doing almost the same thing everyday for about a week. Harry would get up have breakfast go off to see George, spending all day in her company talking (kissing seemed to get in there a lot). Then when it had got dark he would walk her back to her bed and breakfast and then walk back home all by himself.
The only way the Dursley's would know he was there was by the sound of him slamming the front door when he came in and walking up the stairs, then slamming his bedroom door behind him. Harry hadn't replied to Ron's letter but Hedwig had returned with a letter from Neville saying thank-you for the present and that he hoped Harry was feeling better but how he understood that it was so hard to keep going sometimes. He even said how he was having trouble sleeping sometimes because of all the things in his head.
It wasn't exactly a long letter but Harry was feeling better because Neville was giving him someone to talk to that understood how he felt so lonely not just like Ron who was trying but sadly couldn't relate seem to Harry at all at the moment.
Harry replied quickly to Neville's letter and they were writing to each other nearly every other day. Neville told him that him that his birthday was the 30th July and sent a card and what looked like a large marble back saying he new it was Harry's birthday around now but he was sorry that he just couldn't remember what day.
It was Harry's birthday now and he and George had a different more expensive day to mark the occasion. They went and ate in a proper restaurant at dinner time rather than buying stuff in the cheapest supermarket and eating on the wall outside. Then they went for a walk in the Rose Garden's and laid on the soft grass looking up at the clouds making shapes out of them. Finally at tea time they went to the cinema and watched a really funny film about one man and his cow, who tried too hard to be the hero he thought she wanted and ended up trapped in a barn with a cow and an old man.
George insisted she was cold so Harry rapped his arms around her for warmth but it was a very hot July day and Harry didn't think she was cold at all. When the film finished Harry thought she wanted him to walk her back to where she was staying because it was already gone ten but she wanted to go to the park that was closer to Harry's house. It was starting to get very dark now but Harry didn't want the day to end, it was the best birthday he had ever had and he just wanted it to go on forever. Sitting down on the round about Harry felt he should be more self aware about where he was this was where he had herd that his cousin had beaten a younger lad up recently.
George he thought was thinking the same as he was and lead him over to a more concealed spot behind the climbing wall but really she didn't want any one who happened to pass by disturbing them. She started teasing him and undoing his trousers a bit. Harry had a good idea what she was up to but was nervous all the same and stopped her with a few well placed lips.
He hadn't done much with her because he thought it would make her think that he was just another lad who was only interested in one thing but really he thought she was amazing even when she wasn't kissing him.
"So how does it feel been another year older? Hmm." Harry swapped sides to kiss her other neck and answered.
"Very, very good to be truthful. I've never had a birthday like this before and never one with some one I care about so much." She stopped him and smiled at this but Harry wished in a way that she hadn't because he liked having her so close to him.
"I like you too James. Even the way your hair never lies flat." She wasn't been rude Harry knew this because he had complained about it never been tidy and always in his face. She ran her fingers through his hair and fiddled it round her middle figure while Harry pushed her curls out of her face so he could kiss her again quickly before answering.
"It is a bit long isn't it?" He said and she laughed still running here hands through his hair softly and Harry had a sudden gladness he had washed it that morning.
"Why don't you ever cut it off?" At first he would never have given a truthful answer but this time he felt he had to tell her a bit about his scar.
"Because it bothers me when some people look at the scar. And it bothers me when I look in the mirror and see it myself." She looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Why does it bother you so much?"
"Because every time I see it I get reminded how my parents died and there are enough ways of me been reminded that there dead with out seeing it in the mirror." This was the absolute truth and it had nothing to do with been a wizard.
"When you look in the mirror do you still see the scar or does having long hair cover it up?" Harry thought for a moment then relied his answer had to be no.
"No it doesn't if anything I notice it even more because it's half hidden behind my hair. Sometimes I even feel ashamed of covering it up but I only do it to try and stop some people looking at me. But that doesn't work either, just makes them stare more to try and see it." She was still fiddling with Harry's already messed up hair and after kissing him gently on the cheek she said.
"If it bother's you so much it been long and it doesn't do what you want and let you hide your scar. Then I think you should cut it off shorter and just show the world your scar if they are so interested in you then let them be." This made so much sense to Harry that he wondered what he would look like with shorter hair.
"Would it suit me?" He thought this was a bit soulless but George seemed to think that it was perfectly reasonable question.
"Yes I think it would not that I don't like your hair now just that at least it wouldn't bother you when it fell in your eyes." Harry smiled broadly he will go and get it cut tomorrow if he could starting to agree inside that people will always look at him so he might as well look his best.
"Okay then I'll get it cut off tomorrow but you have to come to. I've never been to have it cut properly." She seemed surprised.
"Never had it cut in the barbers?"
"Well no. Even though I hated what she did to it my aunt always hacked at it with the kitchen scissors one time she cut my face and then had a right go at me for dropping blood all over her clean floor."
"Your aunt doesn't sound very nice everything you say about her is always horrible." Wow she really didn't no much about his family perhaps he should explain but not now he was getting distracted by her hair and lips again.
"She isn't but enough about that, I want to carry on from before."
"Okay." She giggled and pulled his face closer to hers and after a while and Harry had taken her jacket off Harry completely forgot everything that had ever bothered him. This truly was the best birthday Harry had ever had but it was now nearly midnight and he thought that perhaps they should move soon as it was quiet a walk back to the bed and breakfast.
They moved out from behind the wall and Harry took off his jacket and put it around George to stop her from feeling cold even if he was frozen. Slowly they walked back to the bed and breakfast down the main road in the cold and Harry loved every minuet of it because he was perfectly contented. The front door had already been bolted shut so they climbed around the back to her open window and slowly Harry kissed her good bye and eventually he left. Thinking fwarr she's so hot!
Thanks for staying with me and reading this Please review and suggestions are over enthusiastically received!