Disclaimer- everything except my cat (who you haven't met yet), my plot,
and myself. belong to me. the rest is the property of the lovely JKR
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"Potter, I can't believe you. Six years of teaching you and you blow up my classroom!" A knock interrupted Professor Snape. "Come in." he yelled.
"Sir," Kristin's voice echoed throughout the room. "Please excuse Harry. It was my fault the table blew up. I've never been any good at potions." She stared pleadingly into the professor's face. Her normally hazel eyes flickered in clouds of a fiery bright green. Professor Snape seemed slightly startled for a moment but quickly returned to normal.
"Mr. Potter, you are excused," Harry left the room. "I didn't know it was you. Professor Dumbledore spoke slightly of it to all the teachers but never said who it was." He was about to go on but stopped himself. "Why don't you go see your friends between classes? I won't keep you any longer."
"It's really alright, sir. I don't have any friends."
"Well, you had better start making some because if I have anything to do with it, you'll be here for the next couple years. I wouldn't want you to have to go it alone." His stern features, softened a little.
"Thank you, sir." Kristin grabbed her books and started to walk to the door of the large, dark dungeon classroom.
"Oh," he started, "we can forget about the table, alright?" Professor Snape smiled an accepting smile her way. Kristin smiled back and went on her way.
She had just turned out of the door when a figure startled her. She jumped back against the cold stone wall before she noticed Harry Potter's bright green eyes staring back at her. She would move away from the wall but Harry was so close. She could feel his warm breath on her face.
"Thanks for standing up for me," he whispered. Harry loomed over her.
"Well, it wasn't your fault. Why should you get yelled at?" Kristin struggled to keep her cool. Her heart was fluttering. She didn't know why he was so close but she didn't mind.
"But it was still pretty cool!" He smiled softly. Slowly he leaned even closer to her and kissed her. The sweet taste of his mouth mingled with hers. She dropped her books and wrapped her arms around him. Harry pulled her closer while she toyed with his dark, messy hair. He moved his hands down her back and -- and groaned as the bell warning them that there were only four more minutes to get to their next classes. Harry pulled away reluctantly and bent down to pick up Kristin's books. She giggled lightly.
"How do I get to McGonagall's classroom?" she asked lightly.
"I'll show you." Harry held out his arm to escort Kristin up the stairs. She accepted it and strolled with him to her next class.
"Here it is," he stopped at a door, leading to a class packed with Slytherins and Hufflepuffs.
"You're going to be late to your next class." Kristin smiled at him.
"I know."
"Thank you, Harry Potter." She gave him a light peck on the lips and bobbed into her class.
'This was definitely a good day,' Kristin thought to herself. 'A wonderful start if I say so myself.
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"Why! Hello, Harry Potter." Kristin smiled at the tall young gentleman waiting for her outside the classroom. She quickly turned her happy face into one of mock disapproval. "Did you leave class early to walk me from class to class?"
"So?" he replied sweetly. He laughed, "no, not really. You just took a long time to get out of class. Are you trying to become teacher's pet?"
She smiled at him coyly. "You have no idea."
"You're not sleeping with them are you?"
"Why?"
"Because I tried it. It doesn't work."
They both laughed and she kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Sorry to break it to you, dear," she said while she was walking, "but I know where I'm going this time. So you really don't have a job. Now you have to explain why you're following me around."
"I'm watching out for you. Hogwarts can be a dangerous place for a pretty girl who blows up tables." Harry smiled at her mischievously.
"Well, Harry Potter," she replied, "not any more dangerous for me than for boys who mess with a girl who blows up tables." Kristin swiftly walked away, her hips moving noticeably under her robe, leaving Harry with a couple of things to think about-- or dream about.
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"Hi," someone greeted Kristin at lunch. "Can you move over? You're in my seat." She looked up and saw the gray eyes of Draco Malfoy staring at her expectantly. She didn't know him personally but she had him in every class and she was very attentive.
"Hello, Draco Malfoy," Kristin replied sweetly. "I'm really sorry. I'm new and I just didn't know that. you know. I was supposed to,. you know,. give a damn."
"I hope you don't expect to make friends with that attitude." Malfoy said harshly.
"Yeah," she retorted, "I see it didn't work for you either. I should get a new plan then, eh?"
"You should. You can start by getting out of my seat," he growled.
"Malfoy, leave her alone!" Kristin turned to see it was Harry challenging Draco Malfoy.
"Potter, stay out of this!" Harry took a step closer. "What is she your girlfriend?" they both looked pleadingly at her.
"As a matter of fact," Kristin started, "I am. Harry Potter and I are a couple."
"Why?" Malfoy groaned, "A Slytherin dame like yourself dating a Gryffindor punk like Harry Potter."
"I happen to be very fond of a Gryffindor 'punk' like Harry Potter." She got up. "There you go, Draco Malfoy. Have your precious seat. I'll see you in Slytherin." Kristin turned to Harry. "Well, Harry Potter would you like to accompany me to the library. I have some things to catch up on." She licked her teeth provocatively and walked away, with her hips swaying to second the notion.
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"Potter, I can't believe you. Six years of teaching you and you blow up my classroom!" A knock interrupted Professor Snape. "Come in." he yelled.
"Sir," Kristin's voice echoed throughout the room. "Please excuse Harry. It was my fault the table blew up. I've never been any good at potions." She stared pleadingly into the professor's face. Her normally hazel eyes flickered in clouds of a fiery bright green. Professor Snape seemed slightly startled for a moment but quickly returned to normal.
"Mr. Potter, you are excused," Harry left the room. "I didn't know it was you. Professor Dumbledore spoke slightly of it to all the teachers but never said who it was." He was about to go on but stopped himself. "Why don't you go see your friends between classes? I won't keep you any longer."
"It's really alright, sir. I don't have any friends."
"Well, you had better start making some because if I have anything to do with it, you'll be here for the next couple years. I wouldn't want you to have to go it alone." His stern features, softened a little.
"Thank you, sir." Kristin grabbed her books and started to walk to the door of the large, dark dungeon classroom.
"Oh," he started, "we can forget about the table, alright?" Professor Snape smiled an accepting smile her way. Kristin smiled back and went on her way.
She had just turned out of the door when a figure startled her. She jumped back against the cold stone wall before she noticed Harry Potter's bright green eyes staring back at her. She would move away from the wall but Harry was so close. She could feel his warm breath on her face.
"Thanks for standing up for me," he whispered. Harry loomed over her.
"Well, it wasn't your fault. Why should you get yelled at?" Kristin struggled to keep her cool. Her heart was fluttering. She didn't know why he was so close but she didn't mind.
"But it was still pretty cool!" He smiled softly. Slowly he leaned even closer to her and kissed her. The sweet taste of his mouth mingled with hers. She dropped her books and wrapped her arms around him. Harry pulled her closer while she toyed with his dark, messy hair. He moved his hands down her back and -- and groaned as the bell warning them that there were only four more minutes to get to their next classes. Harry pulled away reluctantly and bent down to pick up Kristin's books. She giggled lightly.
"How do I get to McGonagall's classroom?" she asked lightly.
"I'll show you." Harry held out his arm to escort Kristin up the stairs. She accepted it and strolled with him to her next class.
"Here it is," he stopped at a door, leading to a class packed with Slytherins and Hufflepuffs.
"You're going to be late to your next class." Kristin smiled at him.
"I know."
"Thank you, Harry Potter." She gave him a light peck on the lips and bobbed into her class.
'This was definitely a good day,' Kristin thought to herself. 'A wonderful start if I say so myself.
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"Why! Hello, Harry Potter." Kristin smiled at the tall young gentleman waiting for her outside the classroom. She quickly turned her happy face into one of mock disapproval. "Did you leave class early to walk me from class to class?"
"So?" he replied sweetly. He laughed, "no, not really. You just took a long time to get out of class. Are you trying to become teacher's pet?"
She smiled at him coyly. "You have no idea."
"You're not sleeping with them are you?"
"Why?"
"Because I tried it. It doesn't work."
They both laughed and she kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Sorry to break it to you, dear," she said while she was walking, "but I know where I'm going this time. So you really don't have a job. Now you have to explain why you're following me around."
"I'm watching out for you. Hogwarts can be a dangerous place for a pretty girl who blows up tables." Harry smiled at her mischievously.
"Well, Harry Potter," she replied, "not any more dangerous for me than for boys who mess with a girl who blows up tables." Kristin swiftly walked away, her hips moving noticeably under her robe, leaving Harry with a couple of things to think about-- or dream about.
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"Hi," someone greeted Kristin at lunch. "Can you move over? You're in my seat." She looked up and saw the gray eyes of Draco Malfoy staring at her expectantly. She didn't know him personally but she had him in every class and she was very attentive.
"Hello, Draco Malfoy," Kristin replied sweetly. "I'm really sorry. I'm new and I just didn't know that. you know. I was supposed to,. you know,. give a damn."
"I hope you don't expect to make friends with that attitude." Malfoy said harshly.
"Yeah," she retorted, "I see it didn't work for you either. I should get a new plan then, eh?"
"You should. You can start by getting out of my seat," he growled.
"Malfoy, leave her alone!" Kristin turned to see it was Harry challenging Draco Malfoy.
"Potter, stay out of this!" Harry took a step closer. "What is she your girlfriend?" they both looked pleadingly at her.
"As a matter of fact," Kristin started, "I am. Harry Potter and I are a couple."
"Why?" Malfoy groaned, "A Slytherin dame like yourself dating a Gryffindor punk like Harry Potter."
"I happen to be very fond of a Gryffindor 'punk' like Harry Potter." She got up. "There you go, Draco Malfoy. Have your precious seat. I'll see you in Slytherin." Kristin turned to Harry. "Well, Harry Potter would you like to accompany me to the library. I have some things to catch up on." She licked her teeth provocatively and walked away, with her hips swaying to second the notion.