A/N: sorry that the updates are taking forever, but you know how school
goes, homework, papers, more homework, a couple more papers, and some late
study nights don't leave too much time for some late night inspiration or
writing so I'm doing what I can. plus I'm slight writer-blocked at the
moment (MY BRAIN HAS BEEN FRIED!!!)
Thanks so much for all your reviews (all 13, that's a lot for me) it eases
the block a little so keep them coming. PLEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSE!!!
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"Have fun in Transfiguration," Harry bid her ado.
"It would be more fun if you were there," she forced herself to smile and giggle, struggling not to let Harry learn of the encounter between her and her potions teacher. He was not to know of it at all, no matter how loud that damn door slammed. Snape could throw his accusations in her face, Draco could glare at her with his steely gray eyes, but Harry could kiss her and hold her and know what she wants and what she needs and love her like she's never been loved before. His green emerald eyes made up for all the Dracos in the world.
Harry kissed her once more before she turned reluctantly in the door for Transfiguration. Inadvertantly, her gaze immediately searched for that of Draco, chillingly, it found his. The warmth that was once in those gray eyes was gone, leaving only a freezing, soulless, uncaring, unforgiving glare that sent shivers down her spine. She took a seat at the back of class, not daring to sit near Draco after what Snape had said about him. 'Does he really feel that way? He can't, not me, Blaise, maybe, she's attractive, more his style. She's very suave, very sexy, not as giddy as I am when I'm with him. Maybe it's a good thing we're not speaking anymore. He'll realize how much better Blaise is for him and never have feelings for me again.' She sighed at the thought.
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'Where is she going?' Draco wondered as Kristin walked by his table. He watched her to her table in the back, the same place she had sat that first day, all alone, not a friend in the world. 'That's probably how she thinks it is right now,' he reflected. Blaise tapped him jealously; she knew something was up when Draco didn't walk with her and Harry took his place. Harry always took his place. No matter what he did, Harry was there, doing it better. No matter where he went, Harry was there first. He sighed. No matter what girl he fell madly in love with for the first time in his life, Harry was there stealing her from him. Damn wonder-kid.
He sighed again, coupled with the sigh from a table behind him. He looked behind to see Kristin leaned listlessly on her hand and stare sadly out the window. He wondered what she was thinking about right now; he really hoped Harry had done anything to hurt her. If he didn't hate that punk already.
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Harry sped to his class; walking Kristin to transfiguration always made him late but she was worth it. He loved it when she smiled like that and kissed him as if he was the world to her. Harry beamed as he hastened to get to class when something stopped him- the torches in the narrow, barely- traveled hall between McGonagall's classroom and the exit to Hagrid's "classroom" were glowing - green? He stopped abrubtly before terror made him run. The torches blew up behind him two-by-two as he raced to the outside, flames hurling behind him, and he made it-though not the way he desired. The window was never a preferred form of travel.
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A/N: Okay, I know, it's really short, but like I said- Writer's block. Maybe a couple more reviews would warrant a longer chapter 12 (HINT, HINT)
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"Have fun in Transfiguration," Harry bid her ado.
"It would be more fun if you were there," she forced herself to smile and giggle, struggling not to let Harry learn of the encounter between her and her potions teacher. He was not to know of it at all, no matter how loud that damn door slammed. Snape could throw his accusations in her face, Draco could glare at her with his steely gray eyes, but Harry could kiss her and hold her and know what she wants and what she needs and love her like she's never been loved before. His green emerald eyes made up for all the Dracos in the world.
Harry kissed her once more before she turned reluctantly in the door for Transfiguration. Inadvertantly, her gaze immediately searched for that of Draco, chillingly, it found his. The warmth that was once in those gray eyes was gone, leaving only a freezing, soulless, uncaring, unforgiving glare that sent shivers down her spine. She took a seat at the back of class, not daring to sit near Draco after what Snape had said about him. 'Does he really feel that way? He can't, not me, Blaise, maybe, she's attractive, more his style. She's very suave, very sexy, not as giddy as I am when I'm with him. Maybe it's a good thing we're not speaking anymore. He'll realize how much better Blaise is for him and never have feelings for me again.' She sighed at the thought.
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'Where is she going?' Draco wondered as Kristin walked by his table. He watched her to her table in the back, the same place she had sat that first day, all alone, not a friend in the world. 'That's probably how she thinks it is right now,' he reflected. Blaise tapped him jealously; she knew something was up when Draco didn't walk with her and Harry took his place. Harry always took his place. No matter what he did, Harry was there, doing it better. No matter where he went, Harry was there first. He sighed. No matter what girl he fell madly in love with for the first time in his life, Harry was there stealing her from him. Damn wonder-kid.
He sighed again, coupled with the sigh from a table behind him. He looked behind to see Kristin leaned listlessly on her hand and stare sadly out the window. He wondered what she was thinking about right now; he really hoped Harry had done anything to hurt her. If he didn't hate that punk already.
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Harry sped to his class; walking Kristin to transfiguration always made him late but she was worth it. He loved it when she smiled like that and kissed him as if he was the world to her. Harry beamed as he hastened to get to class when something stopped him- the torches in the narrow, barely- traveled hall between McGonagall's classroom and the exit to Hagrid's "classroom" were glowing - green? He stopped abrubtly before terror made him run. The torches blew up behind him two-by-two as he raced to the outside, flames hurling behind him, and he made it-though not the way he desired. The window was never a preferred form of travel.
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A/N: Okay, I know, it's really short, but like I said- Writer's block. Maybe a couple more reviews would warrant a longer chapter 12 (HINT, HINT)