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Royal Love Chapter Two- Meeting

"No way! No way in hell that I am going in there!" exclaimed Callie.

"Come on Callie! We aren't going to get in trouble," pleaded Shelby who was pulling a reluctant Callie.

Shelby was pulling Callie to the tent that the players changed in. Callie, obviously, didn't want to go. She keep looking over her shoulder for someone to catch them.

"There is a sitting room where you can sit while I go in and see him."

Callie nodded knowing she couldn't turn her friend down. Shelby smiled and led Callie to the tent. They walked though the flap into a small sitting room with three chairs. Callie sat down as Shelby disappeared though another flap. She began to relax a bit when Shelby came back out with one other person besides Gabriel. One of them was shirtless but the other had a shirt on but it wasn't totally buttoned in the front exposing his chest. They both still had their riding pants on and boots.

Gabriel was quite handsome, he had sandy blonde hair, sparking copper eyes, a warm smile, and was about four inches taller than her and Shelby making him about five ten. His companion took Callie's breath away for many reasons. One was that he was very good looking, he had messy jet black hair, dazzling green eyes that glittered and was filled with kindness, a charming smile, he seemed over six feet tall, and obviously took his physical fitness seriously because Callie couldn't help but gaze at his firm muscles, though he was lean, that was visible though the opening of his shirt. The second reason was because he was Harry Potter.

"Hi." he said.

"Hello Mister Potter." said Callie.

"Harry, please Miss...."

"Catherine. Catherine Kingston."

"Please to meet you Catherine." Callie gave a smile.

He seemed to keep looking her up and down. She heard Shelby give a giggle. She and Harry turned to them. They had found themselves in a chair and Gabriel was kissing her neck.

"Get a room Gab," said Harry.

"Why don't you show Miss Kingston around?" he said.

"Want to look around? Our friends might be busy for a while," asked Harry.

"Sure."

Harry led her out of the tent. He started to button up his shirt then.

"Kingston.... I heard that name before," he said.

"I did go to Hogwarts," said Callie.

"A Slytherin?"

"Yeah."

"I remember. You were the fifth year that turned Malfoy into a pig and the teachers couldn't change him back." said Harry with a smile.

"Yeah, that was me. He called me a mudblood but want to sleep with me."

"You're muggle born?"

"Yeah."

Harry just gave a smile.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

Harry and Callie turned around to see Draco Malfoy standing behind them.

"What do you want Malfoy?"

"Good game though I still don't see why you made the team rather then you are the Harry Potter." said Malfoy with a smirk.

"They won. That should give you a hint," said Callie.

Malfoy turned to her. He looked her hourglass figure up and down. Harry stepped in front of her.

" If you don't have anything to say leave." said Harry.

"Kingston? Still the same?" he asked.

"Yes and I'm not sleeping with you."

Malfoy looked at them for a moment before he turned and left.

"Thank you Harry." said Callie.

"No problem Catherine."

"Callie. Call me Callie. Only my parents call me Catherine."

"I would like t get to know you more Callie."

"I would like that."

"When can I see you again?"

"You're the famous one, you figure it out."

Callie turned and left Harry standing.

"Getting close to the famous Harry Potter are we?" joked Shelby.

"Shut it Blair."

Callie disapparated back to the apartment follow by Shelby.

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"Harry!" said Ron trying to get his friends attention.

"Oh yeah what?" asked Harry.

"I said Remus is here to see you."

"Okay."

Harry was sitting in his sitting room in his manor in Scotland. He built it right after he left Hogwarts three years ago. It had been three years since he defeated Voldemort and brought more fame to his name he didn't want.

"Hey Harry." said Remus.

"Hey Moony."

"Congratulations on your win."

"Thanks but why are you here Remus?"

"To ask you if you've decided on the Minster nomination or not. They are impatient on your answer."

"I don't know Remus. That's a lot of responsibly and I am only twenty."

"You can always wait a few years. I'm sure you will get it any time you run."

"That's just it. I don't want it because I am the Harry Potter."

"I understand Harry. Just think about it."

"Anything else?"

"Yes actually. Don't forget about the Winter Ball Saturday."

"Already...this Saturday?"

"Yes and it would be good if you had a date."

"Are you trying to push me into getting a girlfriend again Moony?"

"It won't hurt you if you had one."

"Anything else Remus?"

"No, I think that is everything." said Remus.

"Good..."

"How is Quidditch going Harry?"

"Good, we're first in polls to win the cup."

"Are you happy playing it Harry?"

"For the most part. The worse is that it is more publicity that I don't need. Did you see the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly? They named me the most Eligible Bachelor in the Wizarding World!"

"Yeah I saw that. I'm sure that it will die down soon."

"It wasn't for the past three years."

Harry shook his head and stared out the window. It seemed that he was in the press at least once a week, even more during the Quidditch World Cup. His team mates joked that it didn't matter how bad they played they always seemed to look good. Remus left Harry to think but Ron came back.

"Harry?"

"Hey Ron."

"So, that girl you were talking to at the game...Callie...what do you think of her?" he asked.

"She petty cool."

"Did you get where she lived?"

"No."

"Number seeing she is muggle born?

"No."

"So all you know is that she's a witch that is muggle born and her name is Catherine Kingston."

"Basically."

"Your good Harry. Really good."

"Hey!"

"I tell you the truth. I don't sugar coat everything like other people."

"Thanks...I am glad some people don't see me as royalty..." but he seemed to trail off.

Didn't treat him like royalty. There was someone else who didn't.