ATTN readers:
To completely get the feel of this story, you MIGHT want to play the music when Dean and Harry get to the club. They're all by Rammstein.I'll list them consecutive order, incase u want to follow along and get the real FEEL of the place.
U know how people get when there's loud, fast, techno music playing....gets the juices flowing. Prolly why vampires are such nymphos...LoL
-Thanks
Management
"Feuer Frei"
"Du Hast"
"Sehnsucht"
Harry slowly opened his eyes, feeling them still thick with sleep. Upon blinking several times, his vision cleared and his stomach sank with dread. He quickly sat upright and frantically searched the room, hoping the smallest of hopes...But no, it was useless. Hermione was gone...
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"Harry, where were you? We were panicking when you didn't show up last night. I-" Ginny frowned and stopped her rambling as Harry slumped past her without a pause and up the stairs of the boys' dormitories." Aren't you going to class?"
"No," Harry shouted from the staircase.
Ginny flinched at the sound of a door slam hard.
"Where's Harry?" Ron asked as he stepped into the common room. Seeing Ginny's confused and sad face made his muscles tense," What? What is it?"
Ginny shook her head, "I...I don't know...Something's really wrong with Harry..."
Ron looked up the stairs and almost felt himself taking a steps towards, but stopped himself.
"Psh, probably just caught something nasty from his boyfriend, Malfoy...serves him right ,the bastard." Ron grumbled, then stalked off out the portrait hole and to class. Ginny soon followed suit.
Harry pulled the curtains shut and buried himself beneath the blankets. Why did Hermione leave? Was it because of class? No, she would've woke him as well. Was it because she was getting something for breakfast? No, she would've woken him to that too. Suddenly, Harry straightened up," Bloody hell, she was probably getting our things so we could go to class together! How stupid am I!?"
And he soon leapt from the bed, quickly changing his robes. He whisked out of the dorm, not noticing his bag and books peeking out from underneath his bed covers. He dashed out of the common room and sprinted down the hall past dozens of startled gazes. Finally, he reached the tall tapestry and ducked behind it, quickly opening the door, but what he saw there wasn't Hermione holding their things or breakfast. It was infact a completely vacant room, nothing in it but a small bulb hanging from the ceiling. "Wha-....But..."
He backed out and scanned the hallways. No sign of her. The bell for class echoed off the stone walls and Harry had no choice but to make another mad dash for Transfiguration. He barely realized upon arriving at the door that he didn't have his things with him. Could he chance that Hermione had his things and go inside? Or should he go check in his room? There wasn't anytime, and McGonagal would kill him if he came to class unprepared. Quickly, he pulled out his wand and aimed it down the hall, declaring as loud as he dared, "Accio Schoolbag ."
A few agonizing seconds rolled by, though he knew his spell would work. He'd become rather a pro at it. So soon, not entirely to his surprise, a whirling came from the direction of his spell. Within moments, his bag came barreling towards him and stopped sharply at his feet. He quickly picked it up and was relieved to see his Transfiguration book in it, as well as Potions and D.A.D.A., though he didn't need the last two quite yet. And without a seconds delay, Harry hastily slipped inside the classroom, catching an evil glare from Professor McGonagal and snickers from the class.
Draco picked up his bag from the seat besides him, letting Harry sit down with a sigh.
"What kept you?" Draco muttered, pretending to be taking notes.
"I was trying to fi-..I mean...nothing.."
"Nothing my arse, you're never late. So, what kept you?" Draco pressed on, hissing through the side of his mouth as quietly as he could manage.
"If you must know, I was trying to find Hermione. She wasn't there when i woke up," Harry whispered back, starting to quickly copy the notes Draco had begun to take.
"Woke up? Why would- No!" Draco exclaimed. They both realized the blunder only too late.
Professor McGonagal marched back to them and gave them the sternest look she could muster for their offense," Since you, Mr. Malfoy, have such an avid interest in what Mr. Potter has to say, why don't you share this revelation with the class as well? Its certainly not fair that you be allowed to know while the rest of us are left in the dark."
Draco and Harry exchanged nervous looks, but soon Draco wiped the nervousness from his face and slipped on something more close to his old sneer," Its nothing of importance to any of them. BUT, if you must know, we were just talking about the best way to brew a revenge potion."
McGonagal narrowed her eyes at him, then glanced at Harry. He quickly conjured up the most convincing agreed look he could manage. It worked for she sighed and shook her head.
"If I catch you two concocting that potion and using it on students or staff, I'll have you both expelled."
Harry and Draco nodded in unison, then sighed in relief as she walked away.
"She...she wouldn't really expel us, right?" Harry mumbled after McGonagal had started her lecture again.
"Knowing her, probably. But she could only expel you, remember? Snape's the one who'd have to do me in. And knowing him, he would," Draco replied.
They remained quiet until the end of class. Much to Harry's relief, the bell rang not a moment too soon and he quickly gathered his things, intending to talk to Hermione afterwards, but barely noticed she wasn't there. He and Draco were about to leave when they heard," Potter...Malfoy, I'd like a word."
Cringing, they walked up to McGonagal's desk. "Y-yes, Professor?" Harry stuttered.
She sunk into her chair and adjusted her thin-rimmed glasses," I'd very well like to know if you were infact attempting to brew a Revenge Elixir."
Draco looked at Harry, letting him know he was to handle this. Harry nodded and turned his eyes back to the boring stare of the Professor. "Well...Um...we-we actually...lied, Professor...I'm sorry."
A glint of something shown in her eye, and Harry could've sworn he saw her lightly smile," I thought so. Would you like to tell me what you 2 were actually discussing while I was teaching?"
"Well, um...No, Professor. See...its-its kind of...well, personal," Harry stammered on, feeling a horrible blush creeping up his neck and a wrenching feeling at his stomach.
"Personal? Well, I suggest you keep personal subjects to yourselves until after my class is over," Professor McGonagal informed them. But as soon as she saw Harry's rather sick look, she couldn't help but soften and inquire," Would it help to talk about it?"
Harry glumly shook his head, knowing the last thing he wanted was a teacher knowing about his love life.
"Well, just remember, you're only sixteen, Mr. Potter. Don't rush yourself into anything," She went on, giving Harry the smallest of small smiles.
Harry nodded and exited with Draco.
As soon as they were in the bustling hallway, Draco blurted out, "Ok, so, what happened??"
"Nothing," Was Harry's reply as they walked towards Care of Magical Creatures.
"Nothing? You showing up late and in a bloody state proves it wasn't nothing. So,o ut with it."
Harry felt a shifty awkwardness settle across his body," We...well. We didn't do as much as you think we did..."
Draco scoffed," I doubt that. I think you did a lot."
Harry lead the way outside and stopped once they were beyond any ears," We didn't do anything, Draco...Honest."
Draco began to protest, but saw the sincerity in Harry's eyes," Then...why'd you show up late?"
"I TOLD you..."Harry said as he began to walk again." I woke up and she wasn't there...We...we messed around a lot...I stopped it before it got any further..."
"You WHAT!?" Draco shouted, gathering the attention of some passersby. "You bloody fool! Why'd you stop it?"
"BECAUSE, Draco, I...I wasn't ready," Harry replied gravely, feeling even more ridiculous than the night before.
"Ready!? Why not? Its most guys' DREAM to lose it at sixteen," Draco went on, his face full of disbelief.
"Well, not mine...I love her and all I guess, but…you know...Like McGonagal said, I'm only sixteen," Harry responded with a hint of uncertainty
The day went by as usual, aside from rumors spreading like wildfire about Harry and Hermione. By the end of the day, Harry had neither heard the same rumor twice or seen Hermione. It was beginning to create quite a large headache in Harry's head by the end of his last class. He was making his way from D.A.D.A to the Great Hall when he finally spotted the head of a brown-sugar haired girl. He quickly weaved his way through the crowd and grabbed Hermione by the arm," Hey! Where have you been?"
The girl who turned around to stare at him WAS Hermione, but then not. The eyes that looked out were the same color, but darker…colder. She jerked her arm from him quickly," What do you think you're doing!?"
Harry blinked as some of the students passing by started to take notice of the couple.
"W-what's wrong?" Harry stammered, trying to get closer to her so he could lower his voice and hers.
She gave him no such luxury," EVERYTHINGS wrong. YOU, ME,US. I can't STAND it anymore, Harry! I'm going out of my mind! I shouldn't love you! I shouldn't feel the things I do!"
Harry felt the ground beneath him start to lose its sturdiness and he tried helplessly to get her to lower her voice and calm down, but to no avail.
"DON'T TOUCH ME! ALL of a sudden you want to touch me! But last night wasn't good enough for you, was it!? The FABULOUS Harry FECKING Potter! Can't even appreciate a blowjob from someone he supposedly LOVES! Well, that's it! I'm SICK of you...I'm sick of LOOKING at you ! You and those stupid green eyes and that ridiculous hairdo!"
At this, she reached forward and yanked Harry's hair back, revealing his lightning scar and a grunt of pain from his throat," Its there for LIFE, Harry. Get used to it."
She then turned and stormed away, leaving Harry with a stinging scalp and a panging heart, "H-hermione! Wait!"
"DON'T follow me, Potter! We're THROUGH!" And she sprinted down the hallway, disappearing around the corner.
Harry stood there dumbstruck, not registering what had just happened. His mouth let in and out shaky breaths as his eyes start to stung. He blinked furiously to avoid the tears to start to trickle down. It finally dawned on him the hundreds of eyes on focused on him and his reaction. He could barely make out Ginny looking extremely sympathetic and Ron looking about as confused as he felt deep down inside. Soon, there were whispers and hisses amongst the crowd. All Harry wanted to do was escape, but his path in any direction was blocked by throngs of people. He knew just 1 more blink and tears would fall , and he wouldn't be able to stop them.
"Move along, nothing to see here...Come on you, Move along," A voice said to the crowd.
Slowly, the students started to filter inside the Great Hall, leaving both sympathetic and spiteful looks with him. Once the majority of the crowd has vanished inside, he saw Ron was the one directing them away. Harry mustered up the only smile he had left in him. Ron returned it briefly, then followed in the last student. Not wasting a moments hesitation, Harry sprinted back out the front doors and ran in any direction he could think of.
Somehow, he ended up in the Forbidden Forest, in a section he thought he recognized. Through constant tears, he weaved his way through the trees and bushes, finally coming upon a large clearing. And in the center lay a humungous hill, but Harry knew better. Clearing his throat he called up to the mound," 'ello, Grawp."
The hill rolled over and revealed a rather ugly looking giant. Harry walked up to him and sat down against one of the last trees standing in the circle. He usually would've been terrified out of his wits being so close to such an enormous creature, but his pain made his judgment quite warped.
"Is Hairy! Hairy is!" Grawp bellowed, laying down on his stomach to look at the tiny boy. Grawp poked his finger out and touched it to Harry's palm. It was the closet he could come to shaking hands.
"Hagrid sure has improved your manners, hasn't he?" Harry commented after having almost his entire body shaken by the giant's powerful finger.
"Yessiree. Grawp is manners," Grawp replied in his usual deep, bellowing voice. He then frowned and inspected Harry closer." Hairy is crying. Why is?"
Harry sighed and didn't even try to wipe his tears away. He knew this giant would never tell his secrets, even if he wanted to. So, he explained as simply as he could about the horrible situation Harry had found himself in. Upon finishing, Grawp reached into his pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief, giving it to Harry. Harry was grateful, though the handkerchief was, of course, in Giant's measurements and practically covered him like a blanket. He dried his face and miserably sank further into the Earth. They sat there together for quite awhile. Harry crying, Grawp watching and just enjoying the company of someone besides Hagrid, even if the company was suffering.
Harry finally looked up as Grawp said," Is dark. Hairy go bed now."
Harry nodded and handed the handkerchief back to Grawp, stood up and thanked him for his comforting.
"Is nothing Hairy. Grawp is happy he see his Hairy," Grawp replied, grinning a rather toothless grin.
Harry patted Grawp's fingertip and set off back to the school. Finally reaching the Gryffindor tower, he approached the Fat Lady, but before he could mutter the password, she blurted," Oh! My poor dear! Are you all right? I've JUST heard! Such a dreadful thing to happen to such a young lad."
Harry couldn't help but feel even more miserable. Even pictures were feeling sorry for him. He quickly said the password and climbed inside before she could ramble on anymore apologies or advice. But upon entering the common room, he would've rather stayed out with her jabbering than in here with all the anxious eyes. He swallowed up some courage and began to walk towards the stairs.
"How awful..."
"Simply awful..."
"See how dreadful he looks?..."
"Such a shame..."
"Means he's free right?...."
Harry gulped and ignored all the whispers following his movement through the room. Soon as he reached the stairs, he dashed up them and hastily banged into his room. To his surprise he saw all three roommates there on their beds. Ron jumped to his feet.
"Are you all right?" He exclaimed.
Harry shifted, looking away from Ron's piercing stare, "I-I thought you wouldn't care..."
Ron's expression sobered as he stepped forward," I'm sorry about being such a git, Harry. I should've known to trust you...its not like you've ever let me down none. You've been the best friend anyone could ask for..."
Harry raised his gaze to Ron's. They exchanged a mutual apology and acceptance.
"But, really Harry…are you ok? I mean, that was just BRUTAL what she did," Seamus interjected scooting to the edge of his bed.
"We all saw how close you were to crying. Don't be shamed or anything...we ALL would've bawled," Ron said, handing Harry a butterbeer he had obviously snagged from the kitchen.
"I know I would've," Neville added on.
Harry sunk down into his bed and laid back, letting the bottle roll back and forth across his stomach.
Dean plopped down besides him and looked down at him," Know what you need to do?"
Harry shook his head as the others sat down as well on his bed.
"You need to come with me to this concert tonight," Dean replied with a grin.
Harry frowned," Concert?"
"Yeah, its going to be wicked. Its in this dance club called Twinkle, play ALOT of my kind of music. I know the security guard there, so I can get you in with no charge at all. Free drinks too."
Harry frowned some more," But won't we get caught?"
"Forget getting caught, how would you even get there and come back in time for class? Its a day's train ride away," Ron stated, frowning also at Dean.
Dean smiled bigger, " Know how to Apparate?"
"Course," Harry replied.
"Ok then. We sneak out in about an hour to Hogsmeade and Disapparate from there to the club. You good at popping up at specific locations?" Dean asked on.
Harry nodded.
"Good. So, you'll come then?"
All three looked at Harry. Neville's unsure, Seamus' skeptical, Ron's anxious.
"Well...er..." He started.
"Oh, go on, Harry! Its better than staying here and brooding," Ron pressed.
Harry sighed," Fine...Fine, I'll go."
The three grinned and Dean slapped Harry's stomach, making him wince in surprise and the butterbeer go flying onto the floor, landing in a horrible mess.
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It was exactly an hour later, and Harry was following Dean down the hallway. He seemed to be leading tem directly for the front entrance.
"Dean? Wouldn't it be wiser to take a secret passage to Hogsmeade?" Harry whispered from behind.
"Well, if I knew of any, we would," He replied.
Harry grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him in the opposite direction," Come on then."
Soon, they were standing behind an old witch statue. Harry pulled out his wand from the back pocket of his jeans and tapped the hump on the hag's back saying," Dissendium."
The hump opened up quite largely into a vat of darkness.
"Well, I'll be damned...How'd you know about this?" Dean asked in astonishment as he peered inside the hole.
"With all the trouble I get into, you didn't think I'd learn a thing or two about sneaking around?" Harry replied with a smirk and hoisted himself into the hole, feet first. He slide down the stone slide, hearing Dean follow suit. Once Harry's feet had hit the earthy ground, he automatically held his wand out infront of him and mumbled ," Lumos."
"This is crazy," Dean gasped from behind him." Where does this lead anyway?"
"Cellar of Honeydukes," Harry answered, leading the way rather quickly down the passageway.
"Honeydukes? Seriously? Wicked," Dean breathed.
They trotted along in silence until Dean asked," So, how many times have you used this way?"
"Oh god, I lost count," Harry said picking up the pace.
"That many times, eh?" Dean laughed.
In under an hour, they reached the stairs to the cellar, climbed up and out then crept as inconspicuously as they could out of Honeydukes. Once outside, they looked at eachother.
"Well, that certainly went smoothly," Dean replied, looking up and down the main road of Hogsmeade, noticing the vast difference between the busy weekends and the elderly nightlife. Everywhere they looked, there were young witches and wizards out on a romantic night stroll or hags sneaking into Hog's Head.
"Well, lets don't waste anymore time. Hagrid tends to come here a lot, and I don't want to be seen," Harry commented ,turning back to Dean.
"All right...Here's the address. Just have the address pictured in your mind and Disapparate," Dean informed, handing over a small piece of paper.
Harry looked the paper over and memorized the address. Just as he had it down, a loud crack made him look up. Dean had just Disapparated away. With a sigh, Harry followed in his wake.
Where he came out was such a shock, he almost thought he'd got it wrong. Harry found himself standing in the darkest, dankest alleyway he'd ever seen. It was the kind of alley you never wanted to find yourself in, especially at night and ESPECIALLY alone."D-dean?" Harry mumbled quietly.
"Harry!"
Harry jumped and spun around, seeing Dean at the far end of the alley.
"Quit fooling around, we got to get in line!" Dean called out.
Harry trotted over to him, slowly starting to hear deep thumping coming from around the corner. It grew louder and louder the closer he got.. As he rounded the corner of the beaten stone wall, he found his surprise widening as a huge queue of people were gathered infront of a pair of black, metal double doors. Dean was waving frantically at him from one of the doors. Harry hurried over, only noticing the large, burly man surveying him from behind enormous sunglasses.
"This is the friend I told you about, Rick. Now, let us in or I'll have my mom never send you those apple fritters you like so much," Dean said to the big man.
Harry thought this was ludicrous, that the man in all his black was going to grab them by the necks and toss them like rag dolls. Instead, he reached forward and unhooked the black rope that divided most of the crowd from the entrance. Dean grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him through as the man called out in a rather shrill voice," Tell your Mum I loved her tarts last Christmas!"
Harry stared at Dean incredulously as he lead the way down a long, blue-lighted hallway that ended at another burly bouncer. He got to thinking that if Hagrid ever wanted to hide in the Muggle world, he'd make excellent money as a bouncer.
Dean led them to the dark-skinned man and held out his hand, "Hey Ben how's Mrs. Lambert?"
The man, obviously Ben, gave a nod and a smile, putting away the stamp he had positioned to mark their hands with," Ah, she's doing just fine. How's your mum?"
"She's great. I'll tell her you and Mrs. Lambert said hello?"
"Course, course," Said Ben in what had to be the raspiest, lowest voice Harry had ever heard. It vaguely reminded Harry of a singer .Barry something.
Dean lead the way around a corner, where the music of the club was suddenly apparent to Harry now. It was getting steadily louder as they rounded the last, sounding something like a soft computer noise until an abrupt chord of loud guitars erupted from the next room over. Harry jumped sideways into Dean, who gave him an encouraging look and urged him forward.
Harry stepped out first into the actual club, his eyes widening and his mouth hanging open in awe. The closet he had ever seen to the mayhem in that room was perhaps during the Christmas Ball that year, but even that didn't come close. It seemed every single person in the room was moving, for the stuffy air became quickly apparent. The next thing Harry noticed was the band, all scary looking and speaking what was clearly German. The music was extremely fast and the words they spoke were angrier than German already sounded.
They walked down the black steps leading to some tables on the left, the bar on the right and masses of dancing people straight on. There were pieces of chain link fence hanging from the ceiling in various places, different colored lights hanging from them in turn.
Harry just watched for a moment, amazed at how differently they all danced from his friends. It was mainly jumping up and down, some swaying here and there, lots of touching.
"Are all these people Muggles?" Harry shouted over the music which was throbbing in his ears.
"Mostly, very few witches and wizards follow Muggle music after they'd been in our world," Dean yelled in response.
Harry licked his lips and started to reconsider the thin gray sweater he had worn. It was quickly getting warmer and warmer as the heat of the dancing people wafted around the enclosed room. They settled themselves on a spot just outside the dancing people. Next thing Harry noticed about the dancers were their clothing. Mostly black. Black everything in fact, from their hair to the girls' makeup. His eyes slowly drifted the crowds, liking how each person wore a different combination of black attire.
Suddenly, his gaze whisked back sharply to a girl dancing atop a table with two of her friends. Her skirt was plaid and seemed to be held together in various places by safety pins. This made it possible to see much more of her skin beneath the material, including her black panties. The rest of the way down her legs was smooth, tan skin till her knees, which had black leather boots all the way down, ending in sharp heels. It perplexed Harry how she managed to dance in them, but she did. The tiny black shirt she had on barely covered her since it kept slipping up every time her arms went into the air, revealing a flat, equally tan stomach. The straps were extremely thin, being almost strings. Her jet black hair was up in two ponytails, both wrapped into little buns with her hair spiking out each one. Then she turned and Harry's breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful. No, beautiful was such an understatement. She was GORGEOUS. She closely reminded Harry of Cho, then his stomach sank. No wonder he thought she was amazing....No…No, that wasn't it. Of course not. This girl was clearly not Asian but...Mexican. Yes, her tan skin, full features and the silky way she moved made it obvious she was of Latin decent.
Harry watched her dance, almost in a trance by her movements. She never opened her eyes, seemingly overtaken by the music, but her face was just as breathtaking without knowing what color her eyes were. He took a step forward when someone got in his way of the girl. Nowhere had he seen anything like her. She was like liquid when she danced, moving all over the place and swerving all of her curves, and she had a lot of them.
"Who's that?" Harry shouted to Dean.
Dean looked to where he pointed and shrugged," Got me. But she IS hot. You have great taste, Harry."
Soon, the song ended and the band headed offstage, but another song quickly began , much to the delighted screams and shouts of the crowd. Dean patted Harry's shoulder and shouted into his ear," Go dance with her." and he took off somewhere into the crowd.
Harry watched her for a few moments and before he knew what he was doing he was moving towards her, weaving in and out of dancing couples and groups. She had gotten down from the table somehow and was now dancing in a small circle with her two friends. Her body seemed so much more curvy now that he was within no more than two feet of her. He bit his lip and stood awkwardly on the spot, watching. Harry hastily peeled his sweater off leaving him with a plain black shirt, which he was now grateful he decided to wear since he now blended in better with the black of the crowd. He tucked the sweater into his back pocket, hiding his wand and bravely crept a few more steps forward. He'd never felt this nervous, somehow it just felt awkward to come up to somebody in the middle of a dance and ask to join in.
He was about to retreat when someone tumbled into his chest. He quickly grabbed the person and found himself staring into brilliant honey eyes. They belonged to the girl he had been dying to dance with.
She straightened up from his arms and looked him over just as awestruck. She glanced back at her friends, who were in the middle of giggling at her and dancing with their own partners. She turned back to him, Harry not seeing the flaming blush across her beige cheeks due to the strange red and blue lights now flickering above them.
"Dance with me?" She shouted into his ear, sending prickles all down Harry's neck.
He nodded and she grinned the most beautiful grin and lead him to their group. There, they danced like Harry had never danced before. Watching her was one thing, but directly behind her, feeling every dip, jerk and sway, it was like taming a wild animal rather than dancing. Her hips found every single beat of the fast rhythm, grinding it onto his lap. Harry found his hands sliding on those hips and moving with them. It was like something had reached inside his soul and poured something silky, something erotic, into his system. They danced this way for the remainder of the song. He buried his face in her neck which she stretched out for him, letting him kiss and suck at the sweat droplets trickling down her dark skin. She tasted unbelievably sweet. Her hands slipped over his hand clung on, pushing back into him harder. The world trickled out of Harry's mind as all he could concentrate on was the unknown girl's body and her skin.
Before he knew it the song had ended and another instantly took its place. Harry opened his eyes as the girl turned around in his arms and devoured his mouth. For some reason, it was a kiss like none other. He'd made out with Hermione before, sure, but this...There wasn't even a word for it. Words weren't needed here. This girl was all actions.
A little later, she pulled away with a gasp and gazed up at him. Then she looked behind her, as did Harry, while her two friends were standing gawking at them. The girl grabbed Harry's hand and drug him away. They reached the bar in a matter of moments, where she snagged two bubbling bright blue drinks and lead the way through the room and out a door. Apparently, it was the back door, because it lead right out into the crisp night air. Harry drunk the fresh air thirstily, still panting from their dance and kiss. The girl held out the drink to him and smiled.
"Don't worry, its not drugged or anything."
Harry frowned taking the glass," Drugged?"
She nodded, sipping her drink," Yeah...drugged. Bit barbaric, don't you think?"
He nodded, clearly lost. But he DID notice one thing about her, despite her perfect tan, she had no foreign accent. Harry brought the drink to his lips and took a casual gulp. He immediately wished he hadn't, because instantly the liquid started to painfully burn his throat as it slipped down. He choked and coughed, squeezing his eyes at the sharp pain.
He heard a sweet laugh.
"First time drinker, eh? Yeah, its ok. Burns, huh?"
Harry opened his eyes to look at her bright and smiling face.
"Down it in one gulp, no tasting. Not until you're used to it anyway," She went on.
Harry gulped and looked warily at the three-quarter filled glass. Then, bringing it to his lips despite his best judgment, swallowed it down in one gulp. It stung a little less, and made an odd warm feeling as it traveled to his stomach.
"That's the ticket," The girl said smirking.
"So, um...what's your name?" Harry asked.
"Oh, god, how rude of me. My name's Cienna Parker. What's yours?"
"oh, its Ha-" Harry quickly stopped himself. Even though she was beautiful, what made him believe she wasn't dangerous? How clever was it to tell a complete stranger your real name? Especially if she turned out to be one of the witches who came to these things. She could let it slip and he'd find his name plastered on the Daily Prophet about his night time ventures and scandalous behavior. " Its Oliver. Oliver Hornsby."
Cienna smiled and nodded, holding out her slender hand and shaking Harry's, " 'ello, Oliver. Nice to meet you.... I have to apologize for my behavior. I usually don't do that with strangers."
Harry twisted his empty glass in his hands," Don't do what?"
"Well...KISS them. Oh goodness no. So, please don't think I'm some sort of, I don't know, tramp or anything. I just got a bit carried away. Not that you helped any," She finished with a smirk.
Harry smiled with a blush," Um, sorry."
"No need.. You're quite the kisser. Anyone tell you that?"
Harry shook his head, suddenly being reminded of Hermione. He lowered his eyes away from the remarkably gorgeous girl he was talking to and stared at the cold pavement. He shouldn't be having fun or smiling at a girl. He should be miserable and lying in bed feeling sorry for himself. Curses to both Ron and Dean.
"Is something wrong?"
Harry had to look up and found himself regretting it. Cienna was looking untiringly at him, a concerned look etched into her dazzling features. "Uh, well...actually, yeah..."
Cienna reached forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit down on the ground with her. She crossed her legs and let her eyes stare at him, which was no hard task she commented to herself." Ok, go on."
Harry sighed and explained in excruciating detail about Hermione and their relationship and their horrible breakup that very evening. Cienna sat silent the entire time, nodding every now and then, but never breaking eye contact. This made Harry feel more comfortable than he'd ever felt with anyone before, let alone a stranger. After he had finished, she pulled him into a hug and pressed a kiss onto his cheek.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," She mumbled into his shirt. Pulling away, she again caught his gaze and never looked away." But you know the saying 'You can't catch a bitch with vinegar, but you can sure throw some on her.' "
Harry chuckled in spite of himself," Is that even a saying?"
"Nope. Just thought you needed to smile, and I was right. You got a FABULOUS smile," Cienna replied, grinning.
Harry smiled more and they found themselves talking for the rest of the night. Long before Harry wanted it, Cienna turned around as her friends called to her.
"Hey, looks like I got to go, but...here's my number and address. You stop by whenever you get the time, ok?" She said, scribbling on a little piece of paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket. She grinned at him and kissed his lips softly," Bye cutie."
And with that, she got to her feet and shuffled off to her friends. Soon, she had disappeared round the corner and she was gone. Harry sat there for some time, just imagining her form vanishing behind a plain wall.
Dean eventually found him, and they headed home. Each exchanging stories of the night, they found themselves outside the Gryffindor common room in what felt like mere minutes. They snuck in quietly, still reeking of drinks, cigarettes and Harry of sweet perfume, and crept up the stairs , into their room. Each being as quietly as possible, they stuffed the clothes they were wearing into their trunks and pulled on some pajamas. With a very soft 'goodnight' to eachother, they slipped into bed and fell asleep. Well, Dean fell asleep.
Harry lay awake, his thoughts still dancing, his mind still throbbing. On a day he had thought was the worst ever, he found a light of hope. It wasn't the end like he had 1st imagined. No, infact it was probably the beginning of something wonderful. But deep within his mind, he felt it was also something dreadful, but, for the time being anyway, he'd ignore the apprehension...Instead, he let his thoughts dwell on the intoxicating girl he danced with that night....The enchanting Cienna Parker. A girl he'd knew he'd fall for.
To completely get the feel of this story, you MIGHT want to play the music when Dean and Harry get to the club. They're all by Rammstein.I'll list them consecutive order, incase u want to follow along and get the real FEEL of the place.
U know how people get when there's loud, fast, techno music playing....gets the juices flowing. Prolly why vampires are such nymphos...LoL
-Thanks
Management
"Feuer Frei"
"Du Hast"
"Sehnsucht"
Harry slowly opened his eyes, feeling them still thick with sleep. Upon blinking several times, his vision cleared and his stomach sank with dread. He quickly sat upright and frantically searched the room, hoping the smallest of hopes...But no, it was useless. Hermione was gone...
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"Harry, where were you? We were panicking when you didn't show up last night. I-" Ginny frowned and stopped her rambling as Harry slumped past her without a pause and up the stairs of the boys' dormitories." Aren't you going to class?"
"No," Harry shouted from the staircase.
Ginny flinched at the sound of a door slam hard.
"Where's Harry?" Ron asked as he stepped into the common room. Seeing Ginny's confused and sad face made his muscles tense," What? What is it?"
Ginny shook her head, "I...I don't know...Something's really wrong with Harry..."
Ron looked up the stairs and almost felt himself taking a steps towards, but stopped himself.
"Psh, probably just caught something nasty from his boyfriend, Malfoy...serves him right ,the bastard." Ron grumbled, then stalked off out the portrait hole and to class. Ginny soon followed suit.
Harry pulled the curtains shut and buried himself beneath the blankets. Why did Hermione leave? Was it because of class? No, she would've woke him as well. Was it because she was getting something for breakfast? No, she would've woken him to that too. Suddenly, Harry straightened up," Bloody hell, she was probably getting our things so we could go to class together! How stupid am I!?"
And he soon leapt from the bed, quickly changing his robes. He whisked out of the dorm, not noticing his bag and books peeking out from underneath his bed covers. He dashed out of the common room and sprinted down the hall past dozens of startled gazes. Finally, he reached the tall tapestry and ducked behind it, quickly opening the door, but what he saw there wasn't Hermione holding their things or breakfast. It was infact a completely vacant room, nothing in it but a small bulb hanging from the ceiling. "Wha-....But..."
He backed out and scanned the hallways. No sign of her. The bell for class echoed off the stone walls and Harry had no choice but to make another mad dash for Transfiguration. He barely realized upon arriving at the door that he didn't have his things with him. Could he chance that Hermione had his things and go inside? Or should he go check in his room? There wasn't anytime, and McGonagal would kill him if he came to class unprepared. Quickly, he pulled out his wand and aimed it down the hall, declaring as loud as he dared, "Accio Schoolbag ."
A few agonizing seconds rolled by, though he knew his spell would work. He'd become rather a pro at it. So soon, not entirely to his surprise, a whirling came from the direction of his spell. Within moments, his bag came barreling towards him and stopped sharply at his feet. He quickly picked it up and was relieved to see his Transfiguration book in it, as well as Potions and D.A.D.A., though he didn't need the last two quite yet. And without a seconds delay, Harry hastily slipped inside the classroom, catching an evil glare from Professor McGonagal and snickers from the class.
Draco picked up his bag from the seat besides him, letting Harry sit down with a sigh.
"What kept you?" Draco muttered, pretending to be taking notes.
"I was trying to fi-..I mean...nothing.."
"Nothing my arse, you're never late. So, what kept you?" Draco pressed on, hissing through the side of his mouth as quietly as he could manage.
"If you must know, I was trying to find Hermione. She wasn't there when i woke up," Harry whispered back, starting to quickly copy the notes Draco had begun to take.
"Woke up? Why would- No!" Draco exclaimed. They both realized the blunder only too late.
Professor McGonagal marched back to them and gave them the sternest look she could muster for their offense," Since you, Mr. Malfoy, have such an avid interest in what Mr. Potter has to say, why don't you share this revelation with the class as well? Its certainly not fair that you be allowed to know while the rest of us are left in the dark."
Draco and Harry exchanged nervous looks, but soon Draco wiped the nervousness from his face and slipped on something more close to his old sneer," Its nothing of importance to any of them. BUT, if you must know, we were just talking about the best way to brew a revenge potion."
McGonagal narrowed her eyes at him, then glanced at Harry. He quickly conjured up the most convincing agreed look he could manage. It worked for she sighed and shook her head.
"If I catch you two concocting that potion and using it on students or staff, I'll have you both expelled."
Harry and Draco nodded in unison, then sighed in relief as she walked away.
"She...she wouldn't really expel us, right?" Harry mumbled after McGonagal had started her lecture again.
"Knowing her, probably. But she could only expel you, remember? Snape's the one who'd have to do me in. And knowing him, he would," Draco replied.
They remained quiet until the end of class. Much to Harry's relief, the bell rang not a moment too soon and he quickly gathered his things, intending to talk to Hermione afterwards, but barely noticed she wasn't there. He and Draco were about to leave when they heard," Potter...Malfoy, I'd like a word."
Cringing, they walked up to McGonagal's desk. "Y-yes, Professor?" Harry stuttered.
She sunk into her chair and adjusted her thin-rimmed glasses," I'd very well like to know if you were infact attempting to brew a Revenge Elixir."
Draco looked at Harry, letting him know he was to handle this. Harry nodded and turned his eyes back to the boring stare of the Professor. "Well...Um...we-we actually...lied, Professor...I'm sorry."
A glint of something shown in her eye, and Harry could've sworn he saw her lightly smile," I thought so. Would you like to tell me what you 2 were actually discussing while I was teaching?"
"Well, um...No, Professor. See...its-its kind of...well, personal," Harry stammered on, feeling a horrible blush creeping up his neck and a wrenching feeling at his stomach.
"Personal? Well, I suggest you keep personal subjects to yourselves until after my class is over," Professor McGonagal informed them. But as soon as she saw Harry's rather sick look, she couldn't help but soften and inquire," Would it help to talk about it?"
Harry glumly shook his head, knowing the last thing he wanted was a teacher knowing about his love life.
"Well, just remember, you're only sixteen, Mr. Potter. Don't rush yourself into anything," She went on, giving Harry the smallest of small smiles.
Harry nodded and exited with Draco.
As soon as they were in the bustling hallway, Draco blurted out, "Ok, so, what happened??"
"Nothing," Was Harry's reply as they walked towards Care of Magical Creatures.
"Nothing? You showing up late and in a bloody state proves it wasn't nothing. So,o ut with it."
Harry felt a shifty awkwardness settle across his body," We...well. We didn't do as much as you think we did..."
Draco scoffed," I doubt that. I think you did a lot."
Harry lead the way outside and stopped once they were beyond any ears," We didn't do anything, Draco...Honest."
Draco began to protest, but saw the sincerity in Harry's eyes," Then...why'd you show up late?"
"I TOLD you..."Harry said as he began to walk again." I woke up and she wasn't there...We...we messed around a lot...I stopped it before it got any further..."
"You WHAT!?" Draco shouted, gathering the attention of some passersby. "You bloody fool! Why'd you stop it?"
"BECAUSE, Draco, I...I wasn't ready," Harry replied gravely, feeling even more ridiculous than the night before.
"Ready!? Why not? Its most guys' DREAM to lose it at sixteen," Draco went on, his face full of disbelief.
"Well, not mine...I love her and all I guess, but…you know...Like McGonagal said, I'm only sixteen," Harry responded with a hint of uncertainty
The day went by as usual, aside from rumors spreading like wildfire about Harry and Hermione. By the end of the day, Harry had neither heard the same rumor twice or seen Hermione. It was beginning to create quite a large headache in Harry's head by the end of his last class. He was making his way from D.A.D.A to the Great Hall when he finally spotted the head of a brown-sugar haired girl. He quickly weaved his way through the crowd and grabbed Hermione by the arm," Hey! Where have you been?"
The girl who turned around to stare at him WAS Hermione, but then not. The eyes that looked out were the same color, but darker…colder. She jerked her arm from him quickly," What do you think you're doing!?"
Harry blinked as some of the students passing by started to take notice of the couple.
"W-what's wrong?" Harry stammered, trying to get closer to her so he could lower his voice and hers.
She gave him no such luxury," EVERYTHINGS wrong. YOU, ME,US. I can't STAND it anymore, Harry! I'm going out of my mind! I shouldn't love you! I shouldn't feel the things I do!"
Harry felt the ground beneath him start to lose its sturdiness and he tried helplessly to get her to lower her voice and calm down, but to no avail.
"DON'T TOUCH ME! ALL of a sudden you want to touch me! But last night wasn't good enough for you, was it!? The FABULOUS Harry FECKING Potter! Can't even appreciate a blowjob from someone he supposedly LOVES! Well, that's it! I'm SICK of you...I'm sick of LOOKING at you ! You and those stupid green eyes and that ridiculous hairdo!"
At this, she reached forward and yanked Harry's hair back, revealing his lightning scar and a grunt of pain from his throat," Its there for LIFE, Harry. Get used to it."
She then turned and stormed away, leaving Harry with a stinging scalp and a panging heart, "H-hermione! Wait!"
"DON'T follow me, Potter! We're THROUGH!" And she sprinted down the hallway, disappearing around the corner.
Harry stood there dumbstruck, not registering what had just happened. His mouth let in and out shaky breaths as his eyes start to stung. He blinked furiously to avoid the tears to start to trickle down. It finally dawned on him the hundreds of eyes on focused on him and his reaction. He could barely make out Ginny looking extremely sympathetic and Ron looking about as confused as he felt deep down inside. Soon, there were whispers and hisses amongst the crowd. All Harry wanted to do was escape, but his path in any direction was blocked by throngs of people. He knew just 1 more blink and tears would fall , and he wouldn't be able to stop them.
"Move along, nothing to see here...Come on you, Move along," A voice said to the crowd.
Slowly, the students started to filter inside the Great Hall, leaving both sympathetic and spiteful looks with him. Once the majority of the crowd has vanished inside, he saw Ron was the one directing them away. Harry mustered up the only smile he had left in him. Ron returned it briefly, then followed in the last student. Not wasting a moments hesitation, Harry sprinted back out the front doors and ran in any direction he could think of.
Somehow, he ended up in the Forbidden Forest, in a section he thought he recognized. Through constant tears, he weaved his way through the trees and bushes, finally coming upon a large clearing. And in the center lay a humungous hill, but Harry knew better. Clearing his throat he called up to the mound," 'ello, Grawp."
The hill rolled over and revealed a rather ugly looking giant. Harry walked up to him and sat down against one of the last trees standing in the circle. He usually would've been terrified out of his wits being so close to such an enormous creature, but his pain made his judgment quite warped.
"Is Hairy! Hairy is!" Grawp bellowed, laying down on his stomach to look at the tiny boy. Grawp poked his finger out and touched it to Harry's palm. It was the closet he could come to shaking hands.
"Hagrid sure has improved your manners, hasn't he?" Harry commented after having almost his entire body shaken by the giant's powerful finger.
"Yessiree. Grawp is manners," Grawp replied in his usual deep, bellowing voice. He then frowned and inspected Harry closer." Hairy is crying. Why is?"
Harry sighed and didn't even try to wipe his tears away. He knew this giant would never tell his secrets, even if he wanted to. So, he explained as simply as he could about the horrible situation Harry had found himself in. Upon finishing, Grawp reached into his pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief, giving it to Harry. Harry was grateful, though the handkerchief was, of course, in Giant's measurements and practically covered him like a blanket. He dried his face and miserably sank further into the Earth. They sat there together for quite awhile. Harry crying, Grawp watching and just enjoying the company of someone besides Hagrid, even if the company was suffering.
Harry finally looked up as Grawp said," Is dark. Hairy go bed now."
Harry nodded and handed the handkerchief back to Grawp, stood up and thanked him for his comforting.
"Is nothing Hairy. Grawp is happy he see his Hairy," Grawp replied, grinning a rather toothless grin.
Harry patted Grawp's fingertip and set off back to the school. Finally reaching the Gryffindor tower, he approached the Fat Lady, but before he could mutter the password, she blurted," Oh! My poor dear! Are you all right? I've JUST heard! Such a dreadful thing to happen to such a young lad."
Harry couldn't help but feel even more miserable. Even pictures were feeling sorry for him. He quickly said the password and climbed inside before she could ramble on anymore apologies or advice. But upon entering the common room, he would've rather stayed out with her jabbering than in here with all the anxious eyes. He swallowed up some courage and began to walk towards the stairs.
"How awful..."
"Simply awful..."
"See how dreadful he looks?..."
"Such a shame..."
"Means he's free right?...."
Harry gulped and ignored all the whispers following his movement through the room. Soon as he reached the stairs, he dashed up them and hastily banged into his room. To his surprise he saw all three roommates there on their beds. Ron jumped to his feet.
"Are you all right?" He exclaimed.
Harry shifted, looking away from Ron's piercing stare, "I-I thought you wouldn't care..."
Ron's expression sobered as he stepped forward," I'm sorry about being such a git, Harry. I should've known to trust you...its not like you've ever let me down none. You've been the best friend anyone could ask for..."
Harry raised his gaze to Ron's. They exchanged a mutual apology and acceptance.
"But, really Harry…are you ok? I mean, that was just BRUTAL what she did," Seamus interjected scooting to the edge of his bed.
"We all saw how close you were to crying. Don't be shamed or anything...we ALL would've bawled," Ron said, handing Harry a butterbeer he had obviously snagged from the kitchen.
"I know I would've," Neville added on.
Harry sunk down into his bed and laid back, letting the bottle roll back and forth across his stomach.
Dean plopped down besides him and looked down at him," Know what you need to do?"
Harry shook his head as the others sat down as well on his bed.
"You need to come with me to this concert tonight," Dean replied with a grin.
Harry frowned," Concert?"
"Yeah, its going to be wicked. Its in this dance club called Twinkle, play ALOT of my kind of music. I know the security guard there, so I can get you in with no charge at all. Free drinks too."
Harry frowned some more," But won't we get caught?"
"Forget getting caught, how would you even get there and come back in time for class? Its a day's train ride away," Ron stated, frowning also at Dean.
Dean smiled bigger, " Know how to Apparate?"
"Course," Harry replied.
"Ok then. We sneak out in about an hour to Hogsmeade and Disapparate from there to the club. You good at popping up at specific locations?" Dean asked on.
Harry nodded.
"Good. So, you'll come then?"
All three looked at Harry. Neville's unsure, Seamus' skeptical, Ron's anxious.
"Well...er..." He started.
"Oh, go on, Harry! Its better than staying here and brooding," Ron pressed.
Harry sighed," Fine...Fine, I'll go."
The three grinned and Dean slapped Harry's stomach, making him wince in surprise and the butterbeer go flying onto the floor, landing in a horrible mess.
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It was exactly an hour later, and Harry was following Dean down the hallway. He seemed to be leading tem directly for the front entrance.
"Dean? Wouldn't it be wiser to take a secret passage to Hogsmeade?" Harry whispered from behind.
"Well, if I knew of any, we would," He replied.
Harry grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him in the opposite direction," Come on then."
Soon, they were standing behind an old witch statue. Harry pulled out his wand from the back pocket of his jeans and tapped the hump on the hag's back saying," Dissendium."
The hump opened up quite largely into a vat of darkness.
"Well, I'll be damned...How'd you know about this?" Dean asked in astonishment as he peered inside the hole.
"With all the trouble I get into, you didn't think I'd learn a thing or two about sneaking around?" Harry replied with a smirk and hoisted himself into the hole, feet first. He slide down the stone slide, hearing Dean follow suit. Once Harry's feet had hit the earthy ground, he automatically held his wand out infront of him and mumbled ," Lumos."
"This is crazy," Dean gasped from behind him." Where does this lead anyway?"
"Cellar of Honeydukes," Harry answered, leading the way rather quickly down the passageway.
"Honeydukes? Seriously? Wicked," Dean breathed.
They trotted along in silence until Dean asked," So, how many times have you used this way?"
"Oh god, I lost count," Harry said picking up the pace.
"That many times, eh?" Dean laughed.
In under an hour, they reached the stairs to the cellar, climbed up and out then crept as inconspicuously as they could out of Honeydukes. Once outside, they looked at eachother.
"Well, that certainly went smoothly," Dean replied, looking up and down the main road of Hogsmeade, noticing the vast difference between the busy weekends and the elderly nightlife. Everywhere they looked, there were young witches and wizards out on a romantic night stroll or hags sneaking into Hog's Head.
"Well, lets don't waste anymore time. Hagrid tends to come here a lot, and I don't want to be seen," Harry commented ,turning back to Dean.
"All right...Here's the address. Just have the address pictured in your mind and Disapparate," Dean informed, handing over a small piece of paper.
Harry looked the paper over and memorized the address. Just as he had it down, a loud crack made him look up. Dean had just Disapparated away. With a sigh, Harry followed in his wake.
Where he came out was such a shock, he almost thought he'd got it wrong. Harry found himself standing in the darkest, dankest alleyway he'd ever seen. It was the kind of alley you never wanted to find yourself in, especially at night and ESPECIALLY alone."D-dean?" Harry mumbled quietly.
"Harry!"
Harry jumped and spun around, seeing Dean at the far end of the alley.
"Quit fooling around, we got to get in line!" Dean called out.
Harry trotted over to him, slowly starting to hear deep thumping coming from around the corner. It grew louder and louder the closer he got.. As he rounded the corner of the beaten stone wall, he found his surprise widening as a huge queue of people were gathered infront of a pair of black, metal double doors. Dean was waving frantically at him from one of the doors. Harry hurried over, only noticing the large, burly man surveying him from behind enormous sunglasses.
"This is the friend I told you about, Rick. Now, let us in or I'll have my mom never send you those apple fritters you like so much," Dean said to the big man.
Harry thought this was ludicrous, that the man in all his black was going to grab them by the necks and toss them like rag dolls. Instead, he reached forward and unhooked the black rope that divided most of the crowd from the entrance. Dean grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him through as the man called out in a rather shrill voice," Tell your Mum I loved her tarts last Christmas!"
Harry stared at Dean incredulously as he lead the way down a long, blue-lighted hallway that ended at another burly bouncer. He got to thinking that if Hagrid ever wanted to hide in the Muggle world, he'd make excellent money as a bouncer.
Dean led them to the dark-skinned man and held out his hand, "Hey Ben how's Mrs. Lambert?"
The man, obviously Ben, gave a nod and a smile, putting away the stamp he had positioned to mark their hands with," Ah, she's doing just fine. How's your mum?"
"She's great. I'll tell her you and Mrs. Lambert said hello?"
"Course, course," Said Ben in what had to be the raspiest, lowest voice Harry had ever heard. It vaguely reminded Harry of a singer .Barry something.
Dean lead the way around a corner, where the music of the club was suddenly apparent to Harry now. It was getting steadily louder as they rounded the last, sounding something like a soft computer noise until an abrupt chord of loud guitars erupted from the next room over. Harry jumped sideways into Dean, who gave him an encouraging look and urged him forward.
Harry stepped out first into the actual club, his eyes widening and his mouth hanging open in awe. The closet he had ever seen to the mayhem in that room was perhaps during the Christmas Ball that year, but even that didn't come close. It seemed every single person in the room was moving, for the stuffy air became quickly apparent. The next thing Harry noticed was the band, all scary looking and speaking what was clearly German. The music was extremely fast and the words they spoke were angrier than German already sounded.
They walked down the black steps leading to some tables on the left, the bar on the right and masses of dancing people straight on. There were pieces of chain link fence hanging from the ceiling in various places, different colored lights hanging from them in turn.
Harry just watched for a moment, amazed at how differently they all danced from his friends. It was mainly jumping up and down, some swaying here and there, lots of touching.
"Are all these people Muggles?" Harry shouted over the music which was throbbing in his ears.
"Mostly, very few witches and wizards follow Muggle music after they'd been in our world," Dean yelled in response.
Harry licked his lips and started to reconsider the thin gray sweater he had worn. It was quickly getting warmer and warmer as the heat of the dancing people wafted around the enclosed room. They settled themselves on a spot just outside the dancing people. Next thing Harry noticed about the dancers were their clothing. Mostly black. Black everything in fact, from their hair to the girls' makeup. His eyes slowly drifted the crowds, liking how each person wore a different combination of black attire.
Suddenly, his gaze whisked back sharply to a girl dancing atop a table with two of her friends. Her skirt was plaid and seemed to be held together in various places by safety pins. This made it possible to see much more of her skin beneath the material, including her black panties. The rest of the way down her legs was smooth, tan skin till her knees, which had black leather boots all the way down, ending in sharp heels. It perplexed Harry how she managed to dance in them, but she did. The tiny black shirt she had on barely covered her since it kept slipping up every time her arms went into the air, revealing a flat, equally tan stomach. The straps were extremely thin, being almost strings. Her jet black hair was up in two ponytails, both wrapped into little buns with her hair spiking out each one. Then she turned and Harry's breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful. No, beautiful was such an understatement. She was GORGEOUS. She closely reminded Harry of Cho, then his stomach sank. No wonder he thought she was amazing....No…No, that wasn't it. Of course not. This girl was clearly not Asian but...Mexican. Yes, her tan skin, full features and the silky way she moved made it obvious she was of Latin decent.
Harry watched her dance, almost in a trance by her movements. She never opened her eyes, seemingly overtaken by the music, but her face was just as breathtaking without knowing what color her eyes were. He took a step forward when someone got in his way of the girl. Nowhere had he seen anything like her. She was like liquid when she danced, moving all over the place and swerving all of her curves, and she had a lot of them.
"Who's that?" Harry shouted to Dean.
Dean looked to where he pointed and shrugged," Got me. But she IS hot. You have great taste, Harry."
Soon, the song ended and the band headed offstage, but another song quickly began , much to the delighted screams and shouts of the crowd. Dean patted Harry's shoulder and shouted into his ear," Go dance with her." and he took off somewhere into the crowd.
Harry watched her for a few moments and before he knew what he was doing he was moving towards her, weaving in and out of dancing couples and groups. She had gotten down from the table somehow and was now dancing in a small circle with her two friends. Her body seemed so much more curvy now that he was within no more than two feet of her. He bit his lip and stood awkwardly on the spot, watching. Harry hastily peeled his sweater off leaving him with a plain black shirt, which he was now grateful he decided to wear since he now blended in better with the black of the crowd. He tucked the sweater into his back pocket, hiding his wand and bravely crept a few more steps forward. He'd never felt this nervous, somehow it just felt awkward to come up to somebody in the middle of a dance and ask to join in.
He was about to retreat when someone tumbled into his chest. He quickly grabbed the person and found himself staring into brilliant honey eyes. They belonged to the girl he had been dying to dance with.
She straightened up from his arms and looked him over just as awestruck. She glanced back at her friends, who were in the middle of giggling at her and dancing with their own partners. She turned back to him, Harry not seeing the flaming blush across her beige cheeks due to the strange red and blue lights now flickering above them.
"Dance with me?" She shouted into his ear, sending prickles all down Harry's neck.
He nodded and she grinned the most beautiful grin and lead him to their group. There, they danced like Harry had never danced before. Watching her was one thing, but directly behind her, feeling every dip, jerk and sway, it was like taming a wild animal rather than dancing. Her hips found every single beat of the fast rhythm, grinding it onto his lap. Harry found his hands sliding on those hips and moving with them. It was like something had reached inside his soul and poured something silky, something erotic, into his system. They danced this way for the remainder of the song. He buried his face in her neck which she stretched out for him, letting him kiss and suck at the sweat droplets trickling down her dark skin. She tasted unbelievably sweet. Her hands slipped over his hand clung on, pushing back into him harder. The world trickled out of Harry's mind as all he could concentrate on was the unknown girl's body and her skin.
Before he knew it the song had ended and another instantly took its place. Harry opened his eyes as the girl turned around in his arms and devoured his mouth. For some reason, it was a kiss like none other. He'd made out with Hermione before, sure, but this...There wasn't even a word for it. Words weren't needed here. This girl was all actions.
A little later, she pulled away with a gasp and gazed up at him. Then she looked behind her, as did Harry, while her two friends were standing gawking at them. The girl grabbed Harry's hand and drug him away. They reached the bar in a matter of moments, where she snagged two bubbling bright blue drinks and lead the way through the room and out a door. Apparently, it was the back door, because it lead right out into the crisp night air. Harry drunk the fresh air thirstily, still panting from their dance and kiss. The girl held out the drink to him and smiled.
"Don't worry, its not drugged or anything."
Harry frowned taking the glass," Drugged?"
She nodded, sipping her drink," Yeah...drugged. Bit barbaric, don't you think?"
He nodded, clearly lost. But he DID notice one thing about her, despite her perfect tan, she had no foreign accent. Harry brought the drink to his lips and took a casual gulp. He immediately wished he hadn't, because instantly the liquid started to painfully burn his throat as it slipped down. He choked and coughed, squeezing his eyes at the sharp pain.
He heard a sweet laugh.
"First time drinker, eh? Yeah, its ok. Burns, huh?"
Harry opened his eyes to look at her bright and smiling face.
"Down it in one gulp, no tasting. Not until you're used to it anyway," She went on.
Harry gulped and looked warily at the three-quarter filled glass. Then, bringing it to his lips despite his best judgment, swallowed it down in one gulp. It stung a little less, and made an odd warm feeling as it traveled to his stomach.
"That's the ticket," The girl said smirking.
"So, um...what's your name?" Harry asked.
"Oh, god, how rude of me. My name's Cienna Parker. What's yours?"
"oh, its Ha-" Harry quickly stopped himself. Even though she was beautiful, what made him believe she wasn't dangerous? How clever was it to tell a complete stranger your real name? Especially if she turned out to be one of the witches who came to these things. She could let it slip and he'd find his name plastered on the Daily Prophet about his night time ventures and scandalous behavior. " Its Oliver. Oliver Hornsby."
Cienna smiled and nodded, holding out her slender hand and shaking Harry's, " 'ello, Oliver. Nice to meet you.... I have to apologize for my behavior. I usually don't do that with strangers."
Harry twisted his empty glass in his hands," Don't do what?"
"Well...KISS them. Oh goodness no. So, please don't think I'm some sort of, I don't know, tramp or anything. I just got a bit carried away. Not that you helped any," She finished with a smirk.
Harry smiled with a blush," Um, sorry."
"No need.. You're quite the kisser. Anyone tell you that?"
Harry shook his head, suddenly being reminded of Hermione. He lowered his eyes away from the remarkably gorgeous girl he was talking to and stared at the cold pavement. He shouldn't be having fun or smiling at a girl. He should be miserable and lying in bed feeling sorry for himself. Curses to both Ron and Dean.
"Is something wrong?"
Harry had to look up and found himself regretting it. Cienna was looking untiringly at him, a concerned look etched into her dazzling features. "Uh, well...actually, yeah..."
Cienna reached forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit down on the ground with her. She crossed her legs and let her eyes stare at him, which was no hard task she commented to herself." Ok, go on."
Harry sighed and explained in excruciating detail about Hermione and their relationship and their horrible breakup that very evening. Cienna sat silent the entire time, nodding every now and then, but never breaking eye contact. This made Harry feel more comfortable than he'd ever felt with anyone before, let alone a stranger. After he had finished, she pulled him into a hug and pressed a kiss onto his cheek.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," She mumbled into his shirt. Pulling away, she again caught his gaze and never looked away." But you know the saying 'You can't catch a bitch with vinegar, but you can sure throw some on her.' "
Harry chuckled in spite of himself," Is that even a saying?"
"Nope. Just thought you needed to smile, and I was right. You got a FABULOUS smile," Cienna replied, grinning.
Harry smiled more and they found themselves talking for the rest of the night. Long before Harry wanted it, Cienna turned around as her friends called to her.
"Hey, looks like I got to go, but...here's my number and address. You stop by whenever you get the time, ok?" She said, scribbling on a little piece of paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket. She grinned at him and kissed his lips softly," Bye cutie."
And with that, she got to her feet and shuffled off to her friends. Soon, she had disappeared round the corner and she was gone. Harry sat there for some time, just imagining her form vanishing behind a plain wall.
Dean eventually found him, and they headed home. Each exchanging stories of the night, they found themselves outside the Gryffindor common room in what felt like mere minutes. They snuck in quietly, still reeking of drinks, cigarettes and Harry of sweet perfume, and crept up the stairs , into their room. Each being as quietly as possible, they stuffed the clothes they were wearing into their trunks and pulled on some pajamas. With a very soft 'goodnight' to eachother, they slipped into bed and fell asleep. Well, Dean fell asleep.
Harry lay awake, his thoughts still dancing, his mind still throbbing. On a day he had thought was the worst ever, he found a light of hope. It wasn't the end like he had 1st imagined. No, infact it was probably the beginning of something wonderful. But deep within his mind, he felt it was also something dreadful, but, for the time being anyway, he'd ignore the apprehension...Instead, he let his thoughts dwell on the intoxicating girl he danced with that night....The enchanting Cienna Parker. A girl he'd knew he'd fall for.