Disclaimer: it is not mine.... Blah, blah, blah....... You know that..... blah, blah, blah...... you get the point.
I have no idea why I am writing this, a R-rated fic, but oh well.
I am sooooo happy i can now do bold, italics, and underline!!!!!!!!!
The love of my life: Chapter 1: Trance
Harry was just heading down to dinner. He had a craving for some roast meat, and he knew that after his long day, it would be one of the most delicious things he had tasted. He had had 4 periods of potions, and he was NOT happy about it.
Suddenly Harry heard a noise behind him.
Harry turned around, it was.... HER.
The one he was in love with.
She was so beautiful that he wanted to stroke, to caress, to fondle her boobs. He wanted to suck at in the most tempting of places. She was so innocent, and so pure. He wanted to have sex with her. He was sure she was a virgin. She was PERFECT.
Little did he know that this was exactly what his father was thinking when he met his mother.
He was still walking along, with his head pointed towards her, and his feet going in the other direction.
So that is why he hit into the support.
Harry fell down and immediately felt stupid. Here in front of his love, he had shown his stupidity and bumped into a support.
Harry just wanted to hide.
She had the perfect hair, all lovely, frizzy and red, just like his mother, and her eyes were bright blue. She had lots of freckles, and she laughed a lot, which showed her dimple in her left cheek, not far down from her eyes. She wore glasses and she did the perfect kisses. Her name was....... Ingrid.
And she was even in his year.
It was surprising that Dumbledore had let her in, because she had only come that year, the last year of school.
Harry picked himself up, and, ignoring Ron and Hermione, started following her to the great hall, as if in a trance. He hoped that he could get a seat next to her, but they were already taken up, she had been let into a big group of friends as soon as she started.
He knew where she would be going after dinner. She had her own little spot in the library, and her friends would never come there, because they all hated the library.
That was where he was going to.
A/N. Woohoo!!!!!!!!! Finished!!!!!!!!! I know that it is short, but, well, knowing from my own experience, readers like shorted chappies rather than longer chappies!!!!!!! I'm already onto the second chappie!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Time for a bit of sex or kissing do you think?? Or both??