Krys was helping her mother set the table when the doorbell rang. She
blushed in excitement before she walked down the hallway to open the door
for her guest. As the door parted from the frame, it revealed a quite
polished and handsome Harry. It seemed that he had dressed to impress that
evening as well. He was smartly attired in a gold and burgundy striped
polo and khakis, although his short hair was still cutely mussed as always.
Harry said that he had inherited his father's unruly hair. Within his
hands was a pretty little arrangement of tiger lilies that seemed to be
wilting a little in the haziness of the summer night.
"Uh...hi Krys." Harry smiled lopsidedly, adding to his sweet charm. There was a moment of shy silence as the pair looked upon each other. "Oh! Uh...Mrs. Figg said that you'd like these..." Harry said quietly as she handed the flowers over gingerly.
"Oh Harry...thank you so much. They're very pretty." Krys said sincerely with a warm smile as the two walked towards the kitchen.
"Hello there Harry." Mrs. Gulic smiled in greeting before eying the gift that Harry had given to her only daughter. She suddenly warmed up to Harry immensely. "How nice of you to bring flowers for Krys, Harry! It's very gentleman of you." Both Harry and Krys blushed as they side-glanced at each other. Mrs. Gulic busied herself with putting Krys's bouquet in a vase only after nudging the two off to finish Krys's task of setting the table.
The two carried out the chore in quiet shyness, accidentally bumping into each other from time to time. Harry swallowed the usual uneasiness that he felt around girls and spoke first.
"I'm...really glad you invited me to dinner, Krys..." Harry thanked her quietly.
Krys smiled with a soft blush. "You're welcome Harry. I mean...I'd much rather be with you than Dudley..."
"Doesn't surprise me. Everyone says that except my aunt and uncle." Harry grinned, always losing his shy nature around Krys.
"I should have known that was coming..." Laughed Krys before she was interrupted by her mother setting the food upon the simply dressed table. Her father followed soon after. The Gulic adults took their usual seats at the head of the rectangular table while Harry and Krys faced each other in between. Throughout dinner the young pair exchanged shy glances from time to time. The meal conversation was light, mostly Krys's parents asking Harry plenty of questions. Krys gritted her teeth while they interrogated him, knowing that they had caught on the obvious fact of her attraction to Harry. Harry surprised them all with his respectable and intelligent answers without a hint of his usual shyness.
Although he didn't show it, Harry was plenty nervous with all of the questions intended for him. His feet were constantly shifting and digging into the carpet as an outlet for his uneasiness. But during one particularly difficult question, his foot nudged Krys's. She immediately looked up and blushed when she locked eyes with a rather embarrassed Harry. Krys bit the inside of her cheek and wondered if the English knew the American flirting game, "footsie". Now was a good a chance as ever to show Harry that she was attracted to him.
Slipping a small smile to her lips, showing Harry of her acceptance of his forgiveness, she slid her small foot out of the straps of her sandals. Remembering reading something about flirting with men at dinner in a magazine, she slid her toes up to grace Harry's shin. Underneath her lashes she watched him jump slightly with the move and blushed wildly upon each cheek. She moved her foot slowly up and down against his firm shin while she maintained eye contact. Harry took a long gulp of breath but then, relaxed easily. His number one question had been answered. Krys's feelings were much that of his own on the subject of their attraction. The slight prickle of tension in the air between the teenagers turned to a spark at the moment they both realized one another's feelings. Both of them kept slipping little, secret smiles across the table as they enjoyed Mrs. Gulic's home cooking. Dinner seemed to drag on forever. Harry and Krys were dying to get each other alone to talk face to face again after such a long absence from each other. Dinner ended not soon enough and the pair politely carried their plates into the kitchen and placed them into the sink.
Krys motioned to Harry to follow her upstairs so they could talk. Inside of the white paneled door was a quaint room, decorated to accommodate a growing teenager with a fluffy bed and a sitting area adjacent. To the other side was her large, wooden desk with her computer and a floor to ceiling bookshelf. Harry quietly admired the decorative surroundings; they were much more detailed than his hand-me-down bedroom. Meanwhile, Krys had settled herself down into a plush loveseat near the large window and was watching Harry curiously.
"Your...room is very nice, Krys."
"Thanks, I decorated it. Well...with a little help from my mom..." Krys smiled sheepishly. "It's kind of our hobby." Harry settled himself down beside Krys, closer than one would normally sit to another. The two of them smiled at each other.
"Krys..."
"Harry..." They spoke at the same time and then blushed followed by laughter from their embarrassment.
"Krys... Thanks for inviting me tonight... I really like spending time with you."
"I was glad to have you here, Harry..." There was a long pause as Harry shyly looked down at his hands, trying to gather the courage to speak the words that threatened to burst out all night.
"Krys... I...I..." His eyes met hers slowly. "I really like you, Krys. I like...everything about you..."
Krys blushed with Harry's flattering words and she shyly looked down to her lap. Harry placed his hand gently atop of Krys's which lay upon her skirted knee. She slowly raised her chin and locked gazes with the obviously embarrassed Harry. Her elegant fingers intertwined with his.
"I like you too, Harry. A lot." Krys felt Harry's thumb softly caress the back of her hand with a few, light strokes. She smiled with the delicate touch that showed his affection. She caught his subtle smile as they sat there in silence for a long while just to be in each other's presence. Harry felt drawn to Krys at that very moment, feeling the delight that her company gave him.
"Krys..." He whispered before a slight pause. "Can I kiss you...?"
Krys's sparkling gray eyes regarded Harry with quiet awe and surprise with such a question. There was a long moment of silence between the two, but neither realized the distance between them grew smaller by the moment. They were drawn to each other, instant electricity between opposite worlds. It all disappeared in a matter of seconds as Krys's soft lips met Harry's in a gentle kiss filled with the powerful, pent-up emotion between the pair.
Harry was quite shy at first, having only kissed one other girl, his crush, Cho Chang, at school. Bashful with his inexperience, he moved his mouth in a gentle caress across Krys's warm lips as his fingers tiptoed up her bare arm. His body moved with its own accord, wishing to pull the lovely girl against him to deepen their embrace. Krys felt his timid advance and slid into his strong, awaiting arms, now cradled by the body sculpted by the many hours of playing Quiddich.
Their hands were still tightly intertwined when they slowly moved away from each other, soft exhalations of warm air united in the centimeters between them.
"Wow..." Harry was still seeing stars from that intimate moment between them. Krys's laugh was breathless from their long kiss. Both of their blushes spread like wildfire across their smiling faces while Krys made another bold move and snuggled into his arms. Harry was frozen for a moment before he took in her action in the entirety. Grinning under his mussed hair, he encircled his arms around her as she leaned back upon his chest, resting her cheek upon his broad shoulder. He nuzzled his nose into her sweet-smelling hair and just took in the moment of...love.
Harry's mind jolted. Love...? Could it be true? He grinned. Who really cared? He liked Krys, a lot. Shifting slightly, making himself more comfortable as he and Krys lounged back upon the loveseat's pillows.
"I like this, Harry..." She murmured quietly, almost lazily, as if she felt at peace in his arms. "You're so comfy..." The soft vibrations from Harry beneath her shoulder, showed his mirth.
"You aren't so bad yourself..."
"Krys...! Harry!" The scolding voice of Mrs. Gulic sliced through the calm. The couple sprang to their feet, faces flushed with embarrassment.
"Coming, Mom!" Krys looked at Harry with a fierce blush across the apples of her cheeks. "I guess I'll see you some other time..."
Harry nodded, but then drew upon his strength and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss upon her lips. "I'll see you tomorrow, no matter what." He smiled as his fingers touched her hand and he left, heading for Privet Drive.
"Uh...hi Krys." Harry smiled lopsidedly, adding to his sweet charm. There was a moment of shy silence as the pair looked upon each other. "Oh! Uh...Mrs. Figg said that you'd like these..." Harry said quietly as she handed the flowers over gingerly.
"Oh Harry...thank you so much. They're very pretty." Krys said sincerely with a warm smile as the two walked towards the kitchen.
"Hello there Harry." Mrs. Gulic smiled in greeting before eying the gift that Harry had given to her only daughter. She suddenly warmed up to Harry immensely. "How nice of you to bring flowers for Krys, Harry! It's very gentleman of you." Both Harry and Krys blushed as they side-glanced at each other. Mrs. Gulic busied herself with putting Krys's bouquet in a vase only after nudging the two off to finish Krys's task of setting the table.
The two carried out the chore in quiet shyness, accidentally bumping into each other from time to time. Harry swallowed the usual uneasiness that he felt around girls and spoke first.
"I'm...really glad you invited me to dinner, Krys..." Harry thanked her quietly.
Krys smiled with a soft blush. "You're welcome Harry. I mean...I'd much rather be with you than Dudley..."
"Doesn't surprise me. Everyone says that except my aunt and uncle." Harry grinned, always losing his shy nature around Krys.
"I should have known that was coming..." Laughed Krys before she was interrupted by her mother setting the food upon the simply dressed table. Her father followed soon after. The Gulic adults took their usual seats at the head of the rectangular table while Harry and Krys faced each other in between. Throughout dinner the young pair exchanged shy glances from time to time. The meal conversation was light, mostly Krys's parents asking Harry plenty of questions. Krys gritted her teeth while they interrogated him, knowing that they had caught on the obvious fact of her attraction to Harry. Harry surprised them all with his respectable and intelligent answers without a hint of his usual shyness.
Although he didn't show it, Harry was plenty nervous with all of the questions intended for him. His feet were constantly shifting and digging into the carpet as an outlet for his uneasiness. But during one particularly difficult question, his foot nudged Krys's. She immediately looked up and blushed when she locked eyes with a rather embarrassed Harry. Krys bit the inside of her cheek and wondered if the English knew the American flirting game, "footsie". Now was a good a chance as ever to show Harry that she was attracted to him.
Slipping a small smile to her lips, showing Harry of her acceptance of his forgiveness, she slid her small foot out of the straps of her sandals. Remembering reading something about flirting with men at dinner in a magazine, she slid her toes up to grace Harry's shin. Underneath her lashes she watched him jump slightly with the move and blushed wildly upon each cheek. She moved her foot slowly up and down against his firm shin while she maintained eye contact. Harry took a long gulp of breath but then, relaxed easily. His number one question had been answered. Krys's feelings were much that of his own on the subject of their attraction. The slight prickle of tension in the air between the teenagers turned to a spark at the moment they both realized one another's feelings. Both of them kept slipping little, secret smiles across the table as they enjoyed Mrs. Gulic's home cooking. Dinner seemed to drag on forever. Harry and Krys were dying to get each other alone to talk face to face again after such a long absence from each other. Dinner ended not soon enough and the pair politely carried their plates into the kitchen and placed them into the sink.
Krys motioned to Harry to follow her upstairs so they could talk. Inside of the white paneled door was a quaint room, decorated to accommodate a growing teenager with a fluffy bed and a sitting area adjacent. To the other side was her large, wooden desk with her computer and a floor to ceiling bookshelf. Harry quietly admired the decorative surroundings; they were much more detailed than his hand-me-down bedroom. Meanwhile, Krys had settled herself down into a plush loveseat near the large window and was watching Harry curiously.
"Your...room is very nice, Krys."
"Thanks, I decorated it. Well...with a little help from my mom..." Krys smiled sheepishly. "It's kind of our hobby." Harry settled himself down beside Krys, closer than one would normally sit to another. The two of them smiled at each other.
"Krys..."
"Harry..." They spoke at the same time and then blushed followed by laughter from their embarrassment.
"Krys... Thanks for inviting me tonight... I really like spending time with you."
"I was glad to have you here, Harry..." There was a long pause as Harry shyly looked down at his hands, trying to gather the courage to speak the words that threatened to burst out all night.
"Krys... I...I..." His eyes met hers slowly. "I really like you, Krys. I like...everything about you..."
Krys blushed with Harry's flattering words and she shyly looked down to her lap. Harry placed his hand gently atop of Krys's which lay upon her skirted knee. She slowly raised her chin and locked gazes with the obviously embarrassed Harry. Her elegant fingers intertwined with his.
"I like you too, Harry. A lot." Krys felt Harry's thumb softly caress the back of her hand with a few, light strokes. She smiled with the delicate touch that showed his affection. She caught his subtle smile as they sat there in silence for a long while just to be in each other's presence. Harry felt drawn to Krys at that very moment, feeling the delight that her company gave him.
"Krys..." He whispered before a slight pause. "Can I kiss you...?"
Krys's sparkling gray eyes regarded Harry with quiet awe and surprise with such a question. There was a long moment of silence between the two, but neither realized the distance between them grew smaller by the moment. They were drawn to each other, instant electricity between opposite worlds. It all disappeared in a matter of seconds as Krys's soft lips met Harry's in a gentle kiss filled with the powerful, pent-up emotion between the pair.
Harry was quite shy at first, having only kissed one other girl, his crush, Cho Chang, at school. Bashful with his inexperience, he moved his mouth in a gentle caress across Krys's warm lips as his fingers tiptoed up her bare arm. His body moved with its own accord, wishing to pull the lovely girl against him to deepen their embrace. Krys felt his timid advance and slid into his strong, awaiting arms, now cradled by the body sculpted by the many hours of playing Quiddich.
Their hands were still tightly intertwined when they slowly moved away from each other, soft exhalations of warm air united in the centimeters between them.
"Wow..." Harry was still seeing stars from that intimate moment between them. Krys's laugh was breathless from their long kiss. Both of their blushes spread like wildfire across their smiling faces while Krys made another bold move and snuggled into his arms. Harry was frozen for a moment before he took in her action in the entirety. Grinning under his mussed hair, he encircled his arms around her as she leaned back upon his chest, resting her cheek upon his broad shoulder. He nuzzled his nose into her sweet-smelling hair and just took in the moment of...love.
Harry's mind jolted. Love...? Could it be true? He grinned. Who really cared? He liked Krys, a lot. Shifting slightly, making himself more comfortable as he and Krys lounged back upon the loveseat's pillows.
"I like this, Harry..." She murmured quietly, almost lazily, as if she felt at peace in his arms. "You're so comfy..." The soft vibrations from Harry beneath her shoulder, showed his mirth.
"You aren't so bad yourself..."
"Krys...! Harry!" The scolding voice of Mrs. Gulic sliced through the calm. The couple sprang to their feet, faces flushed with embarrassment.
"Coming, Mom!" Krys looked at Harry with a fierce blush across the apples of her cheeks. "I guess I'll see you some other time..."
Harry nodded, but then drew upon his strength and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss upon her lips. "I'll see you tomorrow, no matter what." He smiled as his fingers touched her hand and he left, heading for Privet Drive.