A/N: I'm having quite a problem with names and such. I can't seem to remember them. [courses through Harry Potter books] If you see a mistake, please make an offer to correct me. Thank ya. Still testing this one. Not liking the site of the review numbers. [frowns]
Disclaimer: J.K.'s. Not my characters. 'Nuff said.
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"But without Quidditch every wizard would have no conversation!"
"Ron, without the help of learning there wouldn't be thinking in to the game. No one would know the strategy of using a broom."
Rianne smiled and looked at the two bickering friends she made only that morning. Ron and Hermione were going at it like an old married couple.
What was more important? Quidditch or school work?
From the looks of things, Hermione had the upper hand on this one.
Harry and Rianne looked at the two, bemused. Harry finally said something to her.
"I saw you met Draco Malfoy," His words dripped with distaste.
Rianne went scarlet. "Yeah, why?"
"He isn't good news. Just be careful, is all I'm saying." He looked down at his fingernails.
Rianne looked at her couch-component. "What do you mea-"
"He's got a reputation," He interrupted. "He gets what he wants, if you know what I mean."
"Erm... No?" Rianne played stupid; she wanted a detailed response.
"HARRY!" Harry turned to Ron. "Please talk some sense into her!"
"Ron, how about we call it a night? You too, Hermione," Harry was already starting to get up. "Can't fall asleep in Snape's class tomorrow. He'll serve our heads on a silver platter."
Rianne got up and stretched. "I don't care what you guys do, I'm beat." Hermione followed behind her up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.
"G'night," Harry and Ron called from beneath them. Hermione returned it with a scowl.
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Rianne stared at the dark ceiling. Someone was snoring, loudly.
"Rianne?" Hermione whispered and propped herself on her elbows. "You know that Slytherin you were speaking to on the way back to our rooms? The one that resembled a ferr-"
Rianne closed her eyes. "Stay away from him, right?"
Hermione responded with a confused pause. "Yes,"
"Alright," She smiled in the dark. "And put a pillow on that girls face before I tear her damn windpipe out." Hermione giggled and Rianne fell into a slow sleep.
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"Hello, Miss Devant. I understand you're new here. That doesn't excuse you from anything."
Rianne looked up at the teacher known as Severus Snape. She reminded him somewhat of the Cat in the Hat. She bit back a smile as he turned around to resume teaching. She swallowed her gum, too.
She glanced down and saw Hermione was taking notes; to her left and saw Harry and Ron doing the same thing. A groan escaped from her lips. Harry heard her and looked up and looked into her eyes with his beloved green ones. Searing pain went through her arm, and Rianne let out an audible "Ouch"
"Something wrong, Miss Devant?" Severus said through gritted teeth.
"No, sir" She rubbed her arm.
"Then I'd appreciate it if you kept your outbursts to yourself and stop disrupting my class. Being new does not excuse you," On the last syllable, Snape let out a gust of air that pushed up his oily strands of hair.
"Yessir." She looked down and saw piece of folded parchment. Hermione shrugged, initiating the fact that she didn't send it. Rianne shot a double-take to Harry and Ron who were still scribbling down notes, not them. She unfolded it. Scribbled words marqueed across the wrinkled parchment:
center'Look behind you,'/center
It was automatic, she did. When someone told you to do something as simple as this, your first instinct is to follow the command. There was Draco, his friends surrounding him like he was their leader, their king. He form his lips into a small circle, smirked, and concluded the little diddy with a wink. i Fucking sex-crazed fiend /i. Rianne rolled her eyes comically and felt that Harry's eyes were on her. She game him a smile. It was wan, but it was a smile.
He didn't smile back.
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"Draco can be such a pig. He honestly disgusts me." Hermione stuck her tongue out at Draco at the next table. Rianne laughed.
"That's mature, Hermione." She looked down at her breakfast. "Ew."
"You know we get to visit Hogsmeade this weekend?" A girl with black and red hair spoke from the farther end of the table. Her features claimed she was a Weasley. Ron's sister. She turned her head to reveal a small stud in her nose, vaguely reminding Rianne of her friend Devon.
"That soon, already, Ginny?" Hermione asked. "Will you be joining us, Harry? I heard a new store opened." Hermione glanced to her right. "Colin is so flirting with Ginny. How cute."
"You've got a knack for shouting out random things." Rianne laughed.
"I'm not shouting. And they are cute. I wonder if they're dating."
"I don't know, using the map still is a risk."
"Live a little Harry," Ron said before gulping down a healthy helping of potatoes.
"Live a little? I come close to getting killed every year." Harry smiled as Ron shrugged.
"But I don't believe Rianne has seen it yet." Hermione protested, and gave Rianne a nudge.
Harry glanced up once from his plate to look at her. "She probably has the slip signed."
"Nope," She looked past Ron's shoulder and saw Draco, eyeing her figure with his piercing blue eyes. "It's alright, I've heard about it. I'll visit eventually. Ron is that your sister?"
"I wish as Head Girl I could do something about it," Hermione reached to take a sip of her apple juice.
"Yes, pain in the arse she is."
"Ginny, are you dating Colin Greevey?" Hermione asked when the boy with dark hair disappeared amongst the ends of the table. Ginny shrugged.
Rianne didn't like why Harry was acting like he didn't even want to be in her presence. "Harry is something wrong?" As soon as the words spilled from her lips, she knew the answer.
The question painted a dark expression on his face. "No. Draco's got a knack for pi-"
"Hey, Weasley?" Draco interrupted and called across the aisle. "Isn't she a bit too expensive to hang around with?"
Rianne gawked at Draco. What was he getting at?
"Shut your hole, Malfoy." Harry called over his shoulder.
"Rianne!" Rianne refused to look at him. "For your information, Weasley hasn't got a cent on him!" Malfoy's friends were laughing maniacally. Pity befell her when she caught Ron blushing. "He wouldn't be able to pay you for a night!"
Rianne leaped back when the silverware on the table shuddered to Harry's movement, and watched him stand up, making the liquid in the glasses slosh around in their glasses. By this time, the people around them began to watch.
"I SAID TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH, MALFOY, OR I WONT HESITATE TO SHOVE ONE OF THESE MUFFINS, UP YOUR ARROGANT ASS!" He sat back down, fuming.
"In a week, it'd probably come out as a diamond." Rianne joked. Harry didn't hear her.
"Oh, Saint Potter said a naughty word." Malfoy's friends hesitated to a snicker. "Really, Rianne, he isn't worth it either. Nothing to like about him." He allowed another gaze to cover Rianne's body.
"Kiss my ass, Draco." She blurted.
"Is that an offer?" He raised his eyebrows. Rianne stood up and began to leave.
Harry grabbed her arm. "Don't let him get to you. Just ignore him, you don't have to leave."
"No, I just need to visit the bathroom." Harry blushed and released her arm. She was free of his grasp and she headed down the corridor... like she knew where she was going. The corridors were empty, except for Nearly-Headless Nick, gliding down with his wrists behind his back. He raised his partly torn-off head, and Rianne grimaced in return.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," Nearly-Headless Nick spoke, and Rianne turned on her heal, face to face with a grinning Draco.
"I'm sorry if I upset you darling," They were almost dancing, he took a step forward, she took a step back. The wall interrupted this little waltz. "You made quite an exit." He pinned her body against the wall. She wanted to scream, but she held her mask of dignity. Pride, it eventually destroys everybody.
His hips pinned hers to the cold stone wall and his face was centimeters away from hers. He put his hands on either side of her. His manhood screamed desire against her. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off.
"Just one kiss, I'll leave you alone." He breathed into her ear. He smelled like the cologne that wasn't affordable by common men. "That's all I want, Devant." He skimmed his knuckles across her cheekbone.
"Get off me," She breathed.
He pressed on her tighter, her breasts were now crushed against his chest. "I promise, just a small kiss." He grinned against her neck.
She closed her eyes when she heard Harry's voice scream in the back of her head:
i "Stay away from him," /i
She swallowed hard. His lips brushed against hers, lingering a bit. His lips molded into hers, and she followed the familiar gestures as he played with her lips.
He didn't show signs of stopping.
His desire was growing rapidly. Rianne felt his tongue snake it's way on to hers, caressing it. She grimaced, and pushed herself against the wall, trying to disappear through it.
i... Just a little kiss. Pah./i
Something told her i this was supposed to happen. /i
She felt him pull away, but was still trying to disappear through the wall.
Draco smirked at her. "You're one hell of a kiss," That was all. He walked down the corridor as if nothing happened.
Rianne was frozen until she could draw a proper breath. It was just a kiss, it was
(isupposed to happen/i)
just a simple kiss. She pushed herself off the wall and headed down to her next class.
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"Where were you- Are you feeling alright?" Hermione looked at Rianne's pale- stricken face.
"I'm fine. It was probably something I ate, that's all." No, it was Draco's eyes trying to burn holes through her back. "Did I miss anything?"
Hermione shook her head. "Never, divination is for kooks."
"Then why did you come back to the class?" Ron questioned.
"I need the class to take my OWLs, Ronald. And it is based one what she teaches." She narrowed her eyes at him.
Hermione was right. One look at the Divination teacher and you knew they hand-picked her out of a crazy home. Well, if the boot fits...
"Good afternoon, everyone!" She said with a large gesture of her arms. "Oh! What have we here? A new student? Ah yes, Miss Rianne Devant!" Rianne ignored Draco's distant whispering and allowed the teacher to read her palm.
"Oh! My, it looks like you have an interesting past!" The teacher dropped her palm as if there had been an insect crawling on her arm. "Okay, everyone! Open your books to page three-thirty seven! We will be trying to read crystals again!" There was a familiar sound of groaning as the teacher swayed back and forth.
Rianne leaned to Harry's book to check the page number again. She raised her eyebrows at the page. Long, long, long paragraphs.
"Now, I want you to copy down key facts from these pages tonight!" More groans.
Rianne crossed her legs. "This woman's a real loony, isn't she?" She asked Harry under her breath. He laughed.
ib Ha. You so like him. /b
Haha, shut up before I rip you a new butthole./i
She eyed the glass ball on the small black stand in front of her. All she saw was distorted reflection of Harry and herself. Harry elbowed her lightly.
"You wouldn't believe what Nearly-Headless Nick told me on my way to class."
Rianne kept a straight face. "What did he tell you?" She plastered a big grin on her face. The effort was pulled when Miss Trelawney stopped at their table.
"Oh! And what have you found, dearies?" Miss Trewalney interrupted and went to Harry's side of the circular table, making it too obvious to ignore that she wad avoiding Rianne.
"Oh, nothing interesting... " Harry made up hastily. Rianne heard the familiar snickering from her left where Draco sat. She silently promised herself if she had the chance, she would make them writhe in pain under her bare hands.
"Oh! I see!" She moved on to the table to the right, where Ron and Hermione sat. Rianne wished she stayed; she wasn't prepared to hear what Harry had to say.
Harry turned to make sure no one was listening. Ron and Hermione were at a table near them, refusing to even look at each other.
"He said before he walked in to the great hall he saw..." Harry paused, "Draco came on to you."
Rianne looked at her book thoughtfully. "Rianne, what did he do?"
"Nothing," She said in panicky dismay. "He was just being himself." She said with a roll of her eyes.
"Malfoy never shoved me against the wall," Rianne blushed. "I didn't see him leave his table. I would have stopped him. Are you sure he didn't do anything?"
"Yes. Don't worry about it." Rianne shot him a fake smile. i Yes, he only tried to choke me with his tongue down my throat. /i
"Alright, my dears, I want you to read those three pages now, and right down anything that is important."
Harry bent over his book and began reading, reluctantly dropping the subject. Rianne watched as Miss Trelawney moved out of the classroom, the ornaments on her body jingling.
"Rianne," Draco whispered. "Hey, Rianne..." He didn't like the actuality of Rianne ignoring him. He reached over and grabbed the leg of her chair and pulled her to his table. Rianne nearly fell off.
"What?!" She almost yelled, and secured her hair behind her ear.
"Look," He slid Crabbe's notebook toward her. On the lined paper was a contorted cartoon figure of Harry, having head sliced off continually by n oncoming spear. Draco chuckled. "Crabbe drew it. Admire it, it's the only thing he'll accomplish in his pathetic life."
Rianne scowled and returned herself and her chair to Harry's table.
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"Knock, knock." Rianne leaned on the doorframe of the boys' dormitories in the Gryffindor tower.
"Hey," Harry grinned. "Just doing homework."
"Sounds like a blast," She went over and sat next to him on his bed. "Potions?" Harry nodded. She lay down and stared at the ceiling, and counted dust particles. "Do you know when they come back from Hogsmeade?" She inquired.
"Not until this evening for dinner." Harry sat up and looked at her. "What do you think?"
"Of?"
"Hogwarts? Is it what you expected?"
Rianne sat up and brought her knees to her chest. "I don't know. It's like Minstrel's, but bigger. By a lot." Harry nodded.
"I have to finish this. I start practicing for Quidditch next week." He picked up his quill and turned the page of the green book.
"You play?"
Harry nodded. "You should come to one of our games."
"Wouldn't miss it." Harry was scribbling down something on the graying parchment.. "Why don't you do that later? Let's go for a walk or something. I think I'm having some kind of outdoor-withdrawal."
Harry sighed. "I can't, I have to finish this. Practice is murder mixed with homework."
"Please?" Rianne pouted. Harry shook his head. "Fine, if I go out and get eaten by a giant monster you'll have to deal with GUILT." Harry laughed.
After a long pause he put his black quill down. "Alright, come on. Can't afford guilt."
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"This is the Quidditch stadium?" Harry nodded. "It's fucking huge." Rianne sat on the bleachers next to Harry. "What do you play?"
"Seeker,"
"Really? Is it hard?"
Harry shook his head. "No," His mind flashbacked to when the demeantors knocked him off his broom. He watched Rianne flick fuzz off her faded blue jeans.
"So what did your parents say about you switching schools?" Rianne lowered her head.
"I don't even think they know about it." Harry raised his eyebrows. "I just woke up in London a day before the train arrived. They don't take no for an answer." She paused, "I don't think they would have cared if I left. If they noticed at all."
"I'm sorry," Rianne shrugged. The two sat in silence, staring out in to the empty Quidditch field.
"Too cold for August," Rianne stated. Harry nodded. She wished she brought her sweatshirt. She put out her hand to support herself as Harry stood up. He unwrapped his sweatshirt that was around his waist and handed it to her. "No, it's okay."
"Take it, your lips are turning blue." She laughed and slipped it on. God, he smelled good. Rianne was reminded of Draco's expensive cologne. They both stared out into the empty field.
Red dots began to dance into Rianne's line of vision. She tried to blink it away, and then at once closed her eyes. Wishing it away wouldn't help, though. Her arm prickled with pain.
"Rianne? Rianne, are you alright?" Harry's voice was distant; like she was in a glass box. She was tired. So tired. "Rianne?" Harry shook her a little bit. She was so i pale /i. "Rianne!" Harry took her into his arms. Her skin was cold.
i She /i was out cold.
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"She's fine, Harry. It was probably the cold weather." Rianne heard a door close and stirred. She felt a hand on hers. Opening her eyes and saw Harry looking at her, puzzled.
"You alright?" Rianne nodded. "You fainted."
Rianne sat up with Harry's help. "How the hell did I get here?"
Harry blushed. "Carried you,"
"Oh, God, sorry." Rianne said and made Harry laugh.
"You weigh like... nothing." His green eyes were glazed with concern. "You sure you're alright?"
"Fine." She saw a middle aged plump woman walk in.
"Madam Pomfrey and your service, honey. Drink this, and you can go." She handed Rianne a small shot glass.
"Clianstry," Harry and Rianne stepped inside the Gryffindor common room.
"Sorry about..." Rianne apologized again.
"It's alright, really." Harry paused and gazed at the girl who was wearing his sweatshirt. He pushed some hair out of her face. "You sure you're alright?" Rianne nodded. She glanced at the grandfather clock standing proudly in the corner. 3:46.
She struggled and pulled Harry's sweatshirt off. "Thanks," And turned to head back to her dormitory. She paused. "Oh and thank you for rescuing me and taking me to the nurse." She smiled.
"No problem," Harry looked at his sweatshirt. "Rianne?" She turned around. He paused and stared at her. "They'll be back soon... It's almost four." Rianne nodded.
She swung open the door and realized she had to use the bathroom. Scowling, she turned and headed back down the stairs. It was a time like his when she wished she was a guy. They could just piss out the window.
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One of the many ghosts had directed her to the girls' laboratory, so she had an idea where she was going.
She hadn't gone far when the torches started to dim. Rianne sighed and paused mid-stride. Her bladder changed it's mind. Her nerves lit when she felt a large arm wrap around her waist.
"Hello, Devant." Rianne narrowed her eyes.
"You promised to leave me alone," Malfoy trailed a finger down her throat.
"Rianne, I'm only human. You're driving me crazy."
"I'm touched." She tried to escape when he only wrapped another arm around her. "What are you doing here?"
"Detention. I was only out for a stroll to the bathroom when I saw you. You like wandering around alone." His breath tickled her nape. He trailed his lips along the side of her neck.
"Malfoy, get off me." He sucked on her pulse. "Stop," She whispered.
"You don't want me to," He bit back.
She felt helpless. Fighting back only tightened his grip. She felt his manhood creep up against the back of her thigh. "Draco... Get... Off." He ignored her. One of his large hands snaked up her shirt. "iStop/i" She tried to push them away. There was that voice again.
This was i right /i. It was supposed to happen.
His hand crept further up her black shirt. The metal from his ring was cold against her warm flesh. This was i right /i. She persistently tried to push it away. She felt weak, like something was sucking the strength out of her.
"You promised to i leave me alone /i" She protested. His hand left her shirt, it was now heading for the front of her jeans. Draco planted wet kisses on her neck. "STOP."
"Malfoy, leave her alone." Rianne jumped out of Draco's arms when she felt the loosen their grip. Harry had his wand pointed for Draco's forehead. He only smirked.
"What are you going to do with that? You'd get expelled, and I'd still have Rianne to myself. For the third time." He acknowledged Rianne with a nod of his head. "You can't have her, Potter." His eyes glinted silver with anger.
"I don't care. Stay away from her." Draco stepped towards Rianne teasingly. She was frozen in place. She couldn't move. "I said- AGH!" Harry dropped his wand and grasped his forehead. His scar seared with pain.
"Oh pulling that off again, Potter? Pathetic." Draco turned to Rianne. "I'll see you later, darling." He planted a poison kiss on her cheek and walked briskly away. Rianne ran to Harry.
"Are you alright? What's wrong?" She pulled his hand away from his head cautiously. She traced the scar with her fingernail.
"He's getting stronger," Harry muttered. Rianne stared at him quizzically. She reached for his wand and helped him up. Harry looked in the direction of where Draco headed, and turned to Rianne. "I told you to stay away from him." He said, almost accusingly.
"I tried to... He just... jumped out of the shadows."
"Way to go fighting back," Harry took his wand and started to walk away.
"I couldn't... He..." Harry was still walking away, ignoring Rianne. "I was like... powerless." Harry stopped and looked at her as she caught up.
"Like you were when he kissed you?"
Rianne opened her mouth, and then closed it. "How did you-"
"Headless Nick."
"He promised to leave me alone,"
Harry's green eyes tore through her. He whispered as Rianne heard the crowd from Hogsmeade bustle in.
"He will, or he'll deal with me."
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A/N: Yikes! Wonder what that lubber told Harry? I'm on a writing phase here. Bwahaha. Prepare to be attacked by new chapters. Reviews would be lovely. [winks]
Disclaimer: J.K.'s. Not my characters. 'Nuff said.
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"But without Quidditch every wizard would have no conversation!"
"Ron, without the help of learning there wouldn't be thinking in to the game. No one would know the strategy of using a broom."
Rianne smiled and looked at the two bickering friends she made only that morning. Ron and Hermione were going at it like an old married couple.
What was more important? Quidditch or school work?
From the looks of things, Hermione had the upper hand on this one.
Harry and Rianne looked at the two, bemused. Harry finally said something to her.
"I saw you met Draco Malfoy," His words dripped with distaste.
Rianne went scarlet. "Yeah, why?"
"He isn't good news. Just be careful, is all I'm saying." He looked down at his fingernails.
Rianne looked at her couch-component. "What do you mea-"
"He's got a reputation," He interrupted. "He gets what he wants, if you know what I mean."
"Erm... No?" Rianne played stupid; she wanted a detailed response.
"HARRY!" Harry turned to Ron. "Please talk some sense into her!"
"Ron, how about we call it a night? You too, Hermione," Harry was already starting to get up. "Can't fall asleep in Snape's class tomorrow. He'll serve our heads on a silver platter."
Rianne got up and stretched. "I don't care what you guys do, I'm beat." Hermione followed behind her up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.
"G'night," Harry and Ron called from beneath them. Hermione returned it with a scowl.
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Rianne stared at the dark ceiling. Someone was snoring, loudly.
"Rianne?" Hermione whispered and propped herself on her elbows. "You know that Slytherin you were speaking to on the way back to our rooms? The one that resembled a ferr-"
Rianne closed her eyes. "Stay away from him, right?"
Hermione responded with a confused pause. "Yes,"
"Alright," She smiled in the dark. "And put a pillow on that girls face before I tear her damn windpipe out." Hermione giggled and Rianne fell into a slow sleep.
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"Hello, Miss Devant. I understand you're new here. That doesn't excuse you from anything."
Rianne looked up at the teacher known as Severus Snape. She reminded him somewhat of the Cat in the Hat. She bit back a smile as he turned around to resume teaching. She swallowed her gum, too.
She glanced down and saw Hermione was taking notes; to her left and saw Harry and Ron doing the same thing. A groan escaped from her lips. Harry heard her and looked up and looked into her eyes with his beloved green ones. Searing pain went through her arm, and Rianne let out an audible "Ouch"
"Something wrong, Miss Devant?" Severus said through gritted teeth.
"No, sir" She rubbed her arm.
"Then I'd appreciate it if you kept your outbursts to yourself and stop disrupting my class. Being new does not excuse you," On the last syllable, Snape let out a gust of air that pushed up his oily strands of hair.
"Yessir." She looked down and saw piece of folded parchment. Hermione shrugged, initiating the fact that she didn't send it. Rianne shot a double-take to Harry and Ron who were still scribbling down notes, not them. She unfolded it. Scribbled words marqueed across the wrinkled parchment:
center'Look behind you,'/center
It was automatic, she did. When someone told you to do something as simple as this, your first instinct is to follow the command. There was Draco, his friends surrounding him like he was their leader, their king. He form his lips into a small circle, smirked, and concluded the little diddy with a wink. i Fucking sex-crazed fiend /i. Rianne rolled her eyes comically and felt that Harry's eyes were on her. She game him a smile. It was wan, but it was a smile.
He didn't smile back.
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"Draco can be such a pig. He honestly disgusts me." Hermione stuck her tongue out at Draco at the next table. Rianne laughed.
"That's mature, Hermione." She looked down at her breakfast. "Ew."
"You know we get to visit Hogsmeade this weekend?" A girl with black and red hair spoke from the farther end of the table. Her features claimed she was a Weasley. Ron's sister. She turned her head to reveal a small stud in her nose, vaguely reminding Rianne of her friend Devon.
"That soon, already, Ginny?" Hermione asked. "Will you be joining us, Harry? I heard a new store opened." Hermione glanced to her right. "Colin is so flirting with Ginny. How cute."
"You've got a knack for shouting out random things." Rianne laughed.
"I'm not shouting. And they are cute. I wonder if they're dating."
"I don't know, using the map still is a risk."
"Live a little Harry," Ron said before gulping down a healthy helping of potatoes.
"Live a little? I come close to getting killed every year." Harry smiled as Ron shrugged.
"But I don't believe Rianne has seen it yet." Hermione protested, and gave Rianne a nudge.
Harry glanced up once from his plate to look at her. "She probably has the slip signed."
"Nope," She looked past Ron's shoulder and saw Draco, eyeing her figure with his piercing blue eyes. "It's alright, I've heard about it. I'll visit eventually. Ron is that your sister?"
"I wish as Head Girl I could do something about it," Hermione reached to take a sip of her apple juice.
"Yes, pain in the arse she is."
"Ginny, are you dating Colin Greevey?" Hermione asked when the boy with dark hair disappeared amongst the ends of the table. Ginny shrugged.
Rianne didn't like why Harry was acting like he didn't even want to be in her presence. "Harry is something wrong?" As soon as the words spilled from her lips, she knew the answer.
The question painted a dark expression on his face. "No. Draco's got a knack for pi-"
"Hey, Weasley?" Draco interrupted and called across the aisle. "Isn't she a bit too expensive to hang around with?"
Rianne gawked at Draco. What was he getting at?
"Shut your hole, Malfoy." Harry called over his shoulder.
"Rianne!" Rianne refused to look at him. "For your information, Weasley hasn't got a cent on him!" Malfoy's friends were laughing maniacally. Pity befell her when she caught Ron blushing. "He wouldn't be able to pay you for a night!"
Rianne leaped back when the silverware on the table shuddered to Harry's movement, and watched him stand up, making the liquid in the glasses slosh around in their glasses. By this time, the people around them began to watch.
"I SAID TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH, MALFOY, OR I WONT HESITATE TO SHOVE ONE OF THESE MUFFINS, UP YOUR ARROGANT ASS!" He sat back down, fuming.
"In a week, it'd probably come out as a diamond." Rianne joked. Harry didn't hear her.
"Oh, Saint Potter said a naughty word." Malfoy's friends hesitated to a snicker. "Really, Rianne, he isn't worth it either. Nothing to like about him." He allowed another gaze to cover Rianne's body.
"Kiss my ass, Draco." She blurted.
"Is that an offer?" He raised his eyebrows. Rianne stood up and began to leave.
Harry grabbed her arm. "Don't let him get to you. Just ignore him, you don't have to leave."
"No, I just need to visit the bathroom." Harry blushed and released her arm. She was free of his grasp and she headed down the corridor... like she knew where she was going. The corridors were empty, except for Nearly-Headless Nick, gliding down with his wrists behind his back. He raised his partly torn-off head, and Rianne grimaced in return.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," Nearly-Headless Nick spoke, and Rianne turned on her heal, face to face with a grinning Draco.
"I'm sorry if I upset you darling," They were almost dancing, he took a step forward, she took a step back. The wall interrupted this little waltz. "You made quite an exit." He pinned her body against the wall. She wanted to scream, but she held her mask of dignity. Pride, it eventually destroys everybody.
His hips pinned hers to the cold stone wall and his face was centimeters away from hers. He put his hands on either side of her. His manhood screamed desire against her. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off.
"Just one kiss, I'll leave you alone." He breathed into her ear. He smelled like the cologne that wasn't affordable by common men. "That's all I want, Devant." He skimmed his knuckles across her cheekbone.
"Get off me," She breathed.
He pressed on her tighter, her breasts were now crushed against his chest. "I promise, just a small kiss." He grinned against her neck.
She closed her eyes when she heard Harry's voice scream in the back of her head:
i "Stay away from him," /i
She swallowed hard. His lips brushed against hers, lingering a bit. His lips molded into hers, and she followed the familiar gestures as he played with her lips.
He didn't show signs of stopping.
His desire was growing rapidly. Rianne felt his tongue snake it's way on to hers, caressing it. She grimaced, and pushed herself against the wall, trying to disappear through it.
i... Just a little kiss. Pah./i
Something told her i this was supposed to happen. /i
She felt him pull away, but was still trying to disappear through the wall.
Draco smirked at her. "You're one hell of a kiss," That was all. He walked down the corridor as if nothing happened.
Rianne was frozen until she could draw a proper breath. It was just a kiss, it was
(isupposed to happen/i)
just a simple kiss. She pushed herself off the wall and headed down to her next class.
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"Where were you- Are you feeling alright?" Hermione looked at Rianne's pale- stricken face.
"I'm fine. It was probably something I ate, that's all." No, it was Draco's eyes trying to burn holes through her back. "Did I miss anything?"
Hermione shook her head. "Never, divination is for kooks."
"Then why did you come back to the class?" Ron questioned.
"I need the class to take my OWLs, Ronald. And it is based one what she teaches." She narrowed her eyes at him.
Hermione was right. One look at the Divination teacher and you knew they hand-picked her out of a crazy home. Well, if the boot fits...
"Good afternoon, everyone!" She said with a large gesture of her arms. "Oh! What have we here? A new student? Ah yes, Miss Rianne Devant!" Rianne ignored Draco's distant whispering and allowed the teacher to read her palm.
"Oh! My, it looks like you have an interesting past!" The teacher dropped her palm as if there had been an insect crawling on her arm. "Okay, everyone! Open your books to page three-thirty seven! We will be trying to read crystals again!" There was a familiar sound of groaning as the teacher swayed back and forth.
Rianne leaned to Harry's book to check the page number again. She raised her eyebrows at the page. Long, long, long paragraphs.
"Now, I want you to copy down key facts from these pages tonight!" More groans.
Rianne crossed her legs. "This woman's a real loony, isn't she?" She asked Harry under her breath. He laughed.
ib Ha. You so like him. /b
Haha, shut up before I rip you a new butthole./i
She eyed the glass ball on the small black stand in front of her. All she saw was distorted reflection of Harry and herself. Harry elbowed her lightly.
"You wouldn't believe what Nearly-Headless Nick told me on my way to class."
Rianne kept a straight face. "What did he tell you?" She plastered a big grin on her face. The effort was pulled when Miss Trelawney stopped at their table.
"Oh! And what have you found, dearies?" Miss Trewalney interrupted and went to Harry's side of the circular table, making it too obvious to ignore that she wad avoiding Rianne.
"Oh, nothing interesting... " Harry made up hastily. Rianne heard the familiar snickering from her left where Draco sat. She silently promised herself if she had the chance, she would make them writhe in pain under her bare hands.
"Oh! I see!" She moved on to the table to the right, where Ron and Hermione sat. Rianne wished she stayed; she wasn't prepared to hear what Harry had to say.
Harry turned to make sure no one was listening. Ron and Hermione were at a table near them, refusing to even look at each other.
"He said before he walked in to the great hall he saw..." Harry paused, "Draco came on to you."
Rianne looked at her book thoughtfully. "Rianne, what did he do?"
"Nothing," She said in panicky dismay. "He was just being himself." She said with a roll of her eyes.
"Malfoy never shoved me against the wall," Rianne blushed. "I didn't see him leave his table. I would have stopped him. Are you sure he didn't do anything?"
"Yes. Don't worry about it." Rianne shot him a fake smile. i Yes, he only tried to choke me with his tongue down my throat. /i
"Alright, my dears, I want you to read those three pages now, and right down anything that is important."
Harry bent over his book and began reading, reluctantly dropping the subject. Rianne watched as Miss Trelawney moved out of the classroom, the ornaments on her body jingling.
"Rianne," Draco whispered. "Hey, Rianne..." He didn't like the actuality of Rianne ignoring him. He reached over and grabbed the leg of her chair and pulled her to his table. Rianne nearly fell off.
"What?!" She almost yelled, and secured her hair behind her ear.
"Look," He slid Crabbe's notebook toward her. On the lined paper was a contorted cartoon figure of Harry, having head sliced off continually by n oncoming spear. Draco chuckled. "Crabbe drew it. Admire it, it's the only thing he'll accomplish in his pathetic life."
Rianne scowled and returned herself and her chair to Harry's table.
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"Knock, knock." Rianne leaned on the doorframe of the boys' dormitories in the Gryffindor tower.
"Hey," Harry grinned. "Just doing homework."
"Sounds like a blast," She went over and sat next to him on his bed. "Potions?" Harry nodded. She lay down and stared at the ceiling, and counted dust particles. "Do you know when they come back from Hogsmeade?" She inquired.
"Not until this evening for dinner." Harry sat up and looked at her. "What do you think?"
"Of?"
"Hogwarts? Is it what you expected?"
Rianne sat up and brought her knees to her chest. "I don't know. It's like Minstrel's, but bigger. By a lot." Harry nodded.
"I have to finish this. I start practicing for Quidditch next week." He picked up his quill and turned the page of the green book.
"You play?"
Harry nodded. "You should come to one of our games."
"Wouldn't miss it." Harry was scribbling down something on the graying parchment.. "Why don't you do that later? Let's go for a walk or something. I think I'm having some kind of outdoor-withdrawal."
Harry sighed. "I can't, I have to finish this. Practice is murder mixed with homework."
"Please?" Rianne pouted. Harry shook his head. "Fine, if I go out and get eaten by a giant monster you'll have to deal with GUILT." Harry laughed.
After a long pause he put his black quill down. "Alright, come on. Can't afford guilt."
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"This is the Quidditch stadium?" Harry nodded. "It's fucking huge." Rianne sat on the bleachers next to Harry. "What do you play?"
"Seeker,"
"Really? Is it hard?"
Harry shook his head. "No," His mind flashbacked to when the demeantors knocked him off his broom. He watched Rianne flick fuzz off her faded blue jeans.
"So what did your parents say about you switching schools?" Rianne lowered her head.
"I don't even think they know about it." Harry raised his eyebrows. "I just woke up in London a day before the train arrived. They don't take no for an answer." She paused, "I don't think they would have cared if I left. If they noticed at all."
"I'm sorry," Rianne shrugged. The two sat in silence, staring out in to the empty Quidditch field.
"Too cold for August," Rianne stated. Harry nodded. She wished she brought her sweatshirt. She put out her hand to support herself as Harry stood up. He unwrapped his sweatshirt that was around his waist and handed it to her. "No, it's okay."
"Take it, your lips are turning blue." She laughed and slipped it on. God, he smelled good. Rianne was reminded of Draco's expensive cologne. They both stared out into the empty field.
Red dots began to dance into Rianne's line of vision. She tried to blink it away, and then at once closed her eyes. Wishing it away wouldn't help, though. Her arm prickled with pain.
"Rianne? Rianne, are you alright?" Harry's voice was distant; like she was in a glass box. She was tired. So tired. "Rianne?" Harry shook her a little bit. She was so i pale /i. "Rianne!" Harry took her into his arms. Her skin was cold.
i She /i was out cold.
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"She's fine, Harry. It was probably the cold weather." Rianne heard a door close and stirred. She felt a hand on hers. Opening her eyes and saw Harry looking at her, puzzled.
"You alright?" Rianne nodded. "You fainted."
Rianne sat up with Harry's help. "How the hell did I get here?"
Harry blushed. "Carried you,"
"Oh, God, sorry." Rianne said and made Harry laugh.
"You weigh like... nothing." His green eyes were glazed with concern. "You sure you're alright?"
"Fine." She saw a middle aged plump woman walk in.
"Madam Pomfrey and your service, honey. Drink this, and you can go." She handed Rianne a small shot glass.
"Clianstry," Harry and Rianne stepped inside the Gryffindor common room.
"Sorry about..." Rianne apologized again.
"It's alright, really." Harry paused and gazed at the girl who was wearing his sweatshirt. He pushed some hair out of her face. "You sure you're alright?" Rianne nodded. She glanced at the grandfather clock standing proudly in the corner. 3:46.
She struggled and pulled Harry's sweatshirt off. "Thanks," And turned to head back to her dormitory. She paused. "Oh and thank you for rescuing me and taking me to the nurse." She smiled.
"No problem," Harry looked at his sweatshirt. "Rianne?" She turned around. He paused and stared at her. "They'll be back soon... It's almost four." Rianne nodded.
She swung open the door and realized she had to use the bathroom. Scowling, she turned and headed back down the stairs. It was a time like his when she wished she was a guy. They could just piss out the window.
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One of the many ghosts had directed her to the girls' laboratory, so she had an idea where she was going.
She hadn't gone far when the torches started to dim. Rianne sighed and paused mid-stride. Her bladder changed it's mind. Her nerves lit when she felt a large arm wrap around her waist.
"Hello, Devant." Rianne narrowed her eyes.
"You promised to leave me alone," Malfoy trailed a finger down her throat.
"Rianne, I'm only human. You're driving me crazy."
"I'm touched." She tried to escape when he only wrapped another arm around her. "What are you doing here?"
"Detention. I was only out for a stroll to the bathroom when I saw you. You like wandering around alone." His breath tickled her nape. He trailed his lips along the side of her neck.
"Malfoy, get off me." He sucked on her pulse. "Stop," She whispered.
"You don't want me to," He bit back.
She felt helpless. Fighting back only tightened his grip. She felt his manhood creep up against the back of her thigh. "Draco... Get... Off." He ignored her. One of his large hands snaked up her shirt. "iStop/i" She tried to push them away. There was that voice again.
This was i right /i. It was supposed to happen.
His hand crept further up her black shirt. The metal from his ring was cold against her warm flesh. This was i right /i. She persistently tried to push it away. She felt weak, like something was sucking the strength out of her.
"You promised to i leave me alone /i" She protested. His hand left her shirt, it was now heading for the front of her jeans. Draco planted wet kisses on her neck. "STOP."
"Malfoy, leave her alone." Rianne jumped out of Draco's arms when she felt the loosen their grip. Harry had his wand pointed for Draco's forehead. He only smirked.
"What are you going to do with that? You'd get expelled, and I'd still have Rianne to myself. For the third time." He acknowledged Rianne with a nod of his head. "You can't have her, Potter." His eyes glinted silver with anger.
"I don't care. Stay away from her." Draco stepped towards Rianne teasingly. She was frozen in place. She couldn't move. "I said- AGH!" Harry dropped his wand and grasped his forehead. His scar seared with pain.
"Oh pulling that off again, Potter? Pathetic." Draco turned to Rianne. "I'll see you later, darling." He planted a poison kiss on her cheek and walked briskly away. Rianne ran to Harry.
"Are you alright? What's wrong?" She pulled his hand away from his head cautiously. She traced the scar with her fingernail.
"He's getting stronger," Harry muttered. Rianne stared at him quizzically. She reached for his wand and helped him up. Harry looked in the direction of where Draco headed, and turned to Rianne. "I told you to stay away from him." He said, almost accusingly.
"I tried to... He just... jumped out of the shadows."
"Way to go fighting back," Harry took his wand and started to walk away.
"I couldn't... He..." Harry was still walking away, ignoring Rianne. "I was like... powerless." Harry stopped and looked at her as she caught up.
"Like you were when he kissed you?"
Rianne opened her mouth, and then closed it. "How did you-"
"Headless Nick."
"He promised to leave me alone,"
Harry's green eyes tore through her. He whispered as Rianne heard the crowd from Hogsmeade bustle in.
"He will, or he'll deal with me."
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A/N: Yikes! Wonder what that lubber told Harry? I'm on a writing phase here. Bwahaha. Prepare to be attacked by new chapters. Reviews would be lovely. [winks]