A/N- Thanks a lot to my new editor. A talented young writer who chooses to
remain anonymous. She's really helped me out with the technicalities of my
story
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"You- you- mean it? You'll go out with me?" Harry stuttered.
"That's what I said. I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend that I don't feel something when I look at you and talk to you and get a whiff of your cologne in class. I just can't take it anymore. So, I'll go out with you."
"This isn't just about." he trailed off. "What just happened?"
"No," she smiled at him. "I would have told you this before. After you kissed me, I just couldn't stand living the lie anymore."
"So that's it? We're going out?" Harry asked, still in shock. Two or three weeks ago, he barely even imagined speaking to her, nevertheless, having sex with her on a roof and being able to call her his girlfriend.
"Yeah," she smiled at him, "that's it. Were you expecting more? I can't see how much more you could get- without a ring."
"I'd always imagined that there would be fireworks or something. You know, just like, letting me know that it's real."
"Yeah," Kristin replied sarcastically, "fireworks going off on their own in the middle of the night when I say something complete irrelevant to anyone but us. Sounds real to me."
"Shh," he leaned down and kissed her lightly. "Don't make fun of me." He rolled over and lay on his back.
"This is beautiful, Harry Potter," Kristin remarked, looking at the view. She picked up her shirt, put it back on, and hunted for where Harry threw her pants.
She finally found them and replaced them to her body, much to Harry's dismay. He groaned but she smiled at him and lay down beside him to watch the heavens above her own. She lay her on his chest and listened to his heartbeat steadily against her ear. Her eyes started to blink heavily as she drifted off to sleep to the rhythm of Harry.
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Kristin awoke with a start. She looked around and found herself back in her own bed. She sighed audibly in relief. There was a fear in her that she would wake up on the roof. That being overcome, a new fear took her. A fear that last night was all a dream.
Her heart skipped a worried beat at the thought of last night not being real. It felt so real. If it wasn't, it was one hell of a dream! She sighed at the memory of Harry inside of her last night. She could see his eyes when she closed hers, afraid to open them, terrified of losing that memory, even if it may be a fake one.
She opened them anyway and sat up to go to class. Then she noticed the white iris lying at the end of her bed with a letter.
"Kristin," it read, "You fell asleep last night before we had a chance to come inside or, maybe, make a date (if you still want to go out with me). I'll talk to you in class. I'm looking forward to it. Yours, Harry."
'Mine. I like that sound. He's mine.' She smiled to herself and nearly floated to the shower. The hot water felt amazing against her skin. Everything felt amazing to her at that moment. Everything she took for granted, the cool silky fabric of her robes, the soft feel of her favorite socks against her feet, felt like ecstasy again.
She glided down the stairs to the Slytherin common room, where she met Draco.
"Good morning, dear." She beamed at him. Draco looked at her strangely.
"I told you, Kristin, no drugs." He chided in jest.
"Right." She nodded. "Shall we get breakfast?"
Draco offered her his arm. She took it and accompanied him to breakfast.
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"So, what's with you, Kristin?" Draco persisted. "You're practically glowing."
"I just -uh, had a really great dream last night." She replied.
"How come I don't believe you?"
"I don't know. How come?"
"Maybe because you're lying."
"Or maybe not. Let's go. It's time for class." She grabbed him by the wrist and whisked him away to potions.
She talked with him and giggled. Draco loved it when she was in moods like this. She smiled a lot. He adored her smile. It was wide and showed her teeth and was usually accompanied with a melodious giggle and a toss of her beautiful chocolate hair.
As they passed a corner, an arm shot out and grabbed Kristin by the waist. She screamed, startled, as Draco saw her disappear around the corner. He hurried around and pulled her away from her attacker. Draco held up his fist, about to punch when Kristin screamed.
"Draco, stop!" she yelled. "It's just Harry!"
Draco took a hold of his senses long enough to notice Potter leaning against the wall.
"What are you doing here, Potter?"
"Draco," Kristin said coolly, trying to calm him, "Harry and I are going out now. It's okay. Alright?"
"Since when," Draco replied. There was a slight snarl in his voice.
"Since last night," her eyes pleaded with him, "that's why I'm so happy today. I just didn't want to tell you with all those people around. It's still kind of on the down low."
"Oh," he stammered "I'm sorry, Kristin. Potter. I guess I'll let you two be alone." He shuffled away with hurt in his eyes.
"Draco! Wait!" Kristin called after him. He pretended not to hear. He couldn't turn around now. Tears were welling in his eyes and he couldn't let Kristin or Potter see him that way. "Draco! Please! Don't do this!" The pain in her voice turned to anger. "Stop now, Draco Lucius Malfoy! Or I'll never speak to you again! Ever!"
Draco spun around quickly. "Fine!" He retorted. "Who would want to be friends with a Slytherin who falls for a Gryffindor anyway!" He turned again and stormed off, hoping the distance between him and Kristin was far enough to mask the stabbing pain in his eyes. He stormed to his dormitory and slammed the door.
He cast a silencing spell on his room and screamed at the top of his lungs in anger. It wasn't doing any good. He caught his reflection in the mirror. It was horrible. He looked a wreck.
Draco couldn't stand to see it anymore and slammed his fist into the image of his face before he had time to rethink his actions. He quickly regretted it as pain overtook his hand. His focus was taken away from the shattered mirror by the blood dripping from his slashed appendage.
"Damn it!" He looked at his hand. It hung down limp and disfigured. He had no choice but to go to Madam Pomfrey's office. He couldn't go down to potions shedding blood all over the place. Kristin would know it was because of her and that prat Harry Potter, thanks to his rash display in the hallway.
'Can't leave well enough alone, can you Potter? You've got the friends and the fame and the love of everyone but you have to take the girl too.'
He made his way in pain to the infirmary.
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"Harry, what am I going to do?" Kristin sobbed. Harry held her close as she struggled to grasp how Malfoy could get so mad at her. "He's my best friend. How can he just desert me like this?"
"Shh," he comforted her. "Ron and Hermoine will love you."
"Those are YOUR friends, Harry." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"So?"
"So, what do I do when I go back to the common room or my other classes? I don't have any other friends in Slytherin. Draco is it."
"Listen, if Mal- uh- Draco," he corrected after she snapped him a stern look of disapproval, "if Draco is going to be a stupid git just because you decide to go out with someone he doesn't like, then he's not a very good friend, is he?"
She sighed. "I guess not. Maybe you're right." Kristin started to give up thinking that, maybe, just maybe, Harry had a point. He'd told her about his past and how he never had any friends either, until he came to Hogwarts. So, he understood where she was coming from. But soon, she fought again. "But Harry, he's MY no-good friend. And, good or not, the only one I have."
"What about me?" he asked with a look of pain at being forgotten.
"That's fine," she smiled, for the first time during the conversation, "but who do I complain to when you're being a prat?" She laughed at the expression on his face. "You are so cute sometimes."
"Only sometimes?" he asked with fake hurt puppy eyes.
"Only sometimes," she confirmed, with a kiss on the lips and a light giggle. "Let's go to class." They journeyed from the hall outside the infirmary to the dark, dank dungeon for Potions class.
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"You- you- mean it? You'll go out with me?" Harry stuttered.
"That's what I said. I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend that I don't feel something when I look at you and talk to you and get a whiff of your cologne in class. I just can't take it anymore. So, I'll go out with you."
"This isn't just about." he trailed off. "What just happened?"
"No," she smiled at him. "I would have told you this before. After you kissed me, I just couldn't stand living the lie anymore."
"So that's it? We're going out?" Harry asked, still in shock. Two or three weeks ago, he barely even imagined speaking to her, nevertheless, having sex with her on a roof and being able to call her his girlfriend.
"Yeah," she smiled at him, "that's it. Were you expecting more? I can't see how much more you could get- without a ring."
"I'd always imagined that there would be fireworks or something. You know, just like, letting me know that it's real."
"Yeah," Kristin replied sarcastically, "fireworks going off on their own in the middle of the night when I say something complete irrelevant to anyone but us. Sounds real to me."
"Shh," he leaned down and kissed her lightly. "Don't make fun of me." He rolled over and lay on his back.
"This is beautiful, Harry Potter," Kristin remarked, looking at the view. She picked up her shirt, put it back on, and hunted for where Harry threw her pants.
She finally found them and replaced them to her body, much to Harry's dismay. He groaned but she smiled at him and lay down beside him to watch the heavens above her own. She lay her on his chest and listened to his heartbeat steadily against her ear. Her eyes started to blink heavily as she drifted off to sleep to the rhythm of Harry.
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Kristin awoke with a start. She looked around and found herself back in her own bed. She sighed audibly in relief. There was a fear in her that she would wake up on the roof. That being overcome, a new fear took her. A fear that last night was all a dream.
Her heart skipped a worried beat at the thought of last night not being real. It felt so real. If it wasn't, it was one hell of a dream! She sighed at the memory of Harry inside of her last night. She could see his eyes when she closed hers, afraid to open them, terrified of losing that memory, even if it may be a fake one.
She opened them anyway and sat up to go to class. Then she noticed the white iris lying at the end of her bed with a letter.
"Kristin," it read, "You fell asleep last night before we had a chance to come inside or, maybe, make a date (if you still want to go out with me). I'll talk to you in class. I'm looking forward to it. Yours, Harry."
'Mine. I like that sound. He's mine.' She smiled to herself and nearly floated to the shower. The hot water felt amazing against her skin. Everything felt amazing to her at that moment. Everything she took for granted, the cool silky fabric of her robes, the soft feel of her favorite socks against her feet, felt like ecstasy again.
She glided down the stairs to the Slytherin common room, where she met Draco.
"Good morning, dear." She beamed at him. Draco looked at her strangely.
"I told you, Kristin, no drugs." He chided in jest.
"Right." She nodded. "Shall we get breakfast?"
Draco offered her his arm. She took it and accompanied him to breakfast.
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"So, what's with you, Kristin?" Draco persisted. "You're practically glowing."
"I just -uh, had a really great dream last night." She replied.
"How come I don't believe you?"
"I don't know. How come?"
"Maybe because you're lying."
"Or maybe not. Let's go. It's time for class." She grabbed him by the wrist and whisked him away to potions.
She talked with him and giggled. Draco loved it when she was in moods like this. She smiled a lot. He adored her smile. It was wide and showed her teeth and was usually accompanied with a melodious giggle and a toss of her beautiful chocolate hair.
As they passed a corner, an arm shot out and grabbed Kristin by the waist. She screamed, startled, as Draco saw her disappear around the corner. He hurried around and pulled her away from her attacker. Draco held up his fist, about to punch when Kristin screamed.
"Draco, stop!" she yelled. "It's just Harry!"
Draco took a hold of his senses long enough to notice Potter leaning against the wall.
"What are you doing here, Potter?"
"Draco," Kristin said coolly, trying to calm him, "Harry and I are going out now. It's okay. Alright?"
"Since when," Draco replied. There was a slight snarl in his voice.
"Since last night," her eyes pleaded with him, "that's why I'm so happy today. I just didn't want to tell you with all those people around. It's still kind of on the down low."
"Oh," he stammered "I'm sorry, Kristin. Potter. I guess I'll let you two be alone." He shuffled away with hurt in his eyes.
"Draco! Wait!" Kristin called after him. He pretended not to hear. He couldn't turn around now. Tears were welling in his eyes and he couldn't let Kristin or Potter see him that way. "Draco! Please! Don't do this!" The pain in her voice turned to anger. "Stop now, Draco Lucius Malfoy! Or I'll never speak to you again! Ever!"
Draco spun around quickly. "Fine!" He retorted. "Who would want to be friends with a Slytherin who falls for a Gryffindor anyway!" He turned again and stormed off, hoping the distance between him and Kristin was far enough to mask the stabbing pain in his eyes. He stormed to his dormitory and slammed the door.
He cast a silencing spell on his room and screamed at the top of his lungs in anger. It wasn't doing any good. He caught his reflection in the mirror. It was horrible. He looked a wreck.
Draco couldn't stand to see it anymore and slammed his fist into the image of his face before he had time to rethink his actions. He quickly regretted it as pain overtook his hand. His focus was taken away from the shattered mirror by the blood dripping from his slashed appendage.
"Damn it!" He looked at his hand. It hung down limp and disfigured. He had no choice but to go to Madam Pomfrey's office. He couldn't go down to potions shedding blood all over the place. Kristin would know it was because of her and that prat Harry Potter, thanks to his rash display in the hallway.
'Can't leave well enough alone, can you Potter? You've got the friends and the fame and the love of everyone but you have to take the girl too.'
He made his way in pain to the infirmary.
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"Harry, what am I going to do?" Kristin sobbed. Harry held her close as she struggled to grasp how Malfoy could get so mad at her. "He's my best friend. How can he just desert me like this?"
"Shh," he comforted her. "Ron and Hermoine will love you."
"Those are YOUR friends, Harry." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"So?"
"So, what do I do when I go back to the common room or my other classes? I don't have any other friends in Slytherin. Draco is it."
"Listen, if Mal- uh- Draco," he corrected after she snapped him a stern look of disapproval, "if Draco is going to be a stupid git just because you decide to go out with someone he doesn't like, then he's not a very good friend, is he?"
She sighed. "I guess not. Maybe you're right." Kristin started to give up thinking that, maybe, just maybe, Harry had a point. He'd told her about his past and how he never had any friends either, until he came to Hogwarts. So, he understood where she was coming from. But soon, she fought again. "But Harry, he's MY no-good friend. And, good or not, the only one I have."
"What about me?" he asked with a look of pain at being forgotten.
"That's fine," she smiled, for the first time during the conversation, "but who do I complain to when you're being a prat?" She laughed at the expression on his face. "You are so cute sometimes."
"Only sometimes?" he asked with fake hurt puppy eyes.
"Only sometimes," she confirmed, with a kiss on the lips and a light giggle. "Let's go to class." They journeyed from the hall outside the infirmary to the dark, dank dungeon for Potions class.
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