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The Guardian
Chapter Three
First Day
You look back at the note and re-read it over and over. You cannot believe that someone had taken an interest in you. You are not sure how to feel or what to do next…
"Are you alright?" You look to your side and see Harry smiling that smile and then you remember.
"Yes, I'm fine." He unexpectedly places his hand yours and rubs it lovingly. Your heart skips several beats and you find it difficult to breathe.
"Look what we've got today!! History of Magic, double Potions, Divination and double Defence Against the Dark Arts!!" Ron is looking at the schedule and groans loudly.
"Okay, explain to me why that is a bad thing?" You look across at Ron and Hermione.
"Well, we've got Snape!! The potions teacher, who has a major problem with anyone in Gryffindor! Then Divination with the loopy woman that is constantly predicting Harry's demise and then the dreaded Defence Against the Dark Arts, each year; a new teacher!! First a possessed, stuttering maniac. Then a cowardly fraud. Then finally a descent teacher, who made our classes a laugh. Then a teacher that scared the living daylights out of you when he was trying to make a point and now!!!!! Who knows?!!!" You squint and shrug, suddenly you realise Harry's hand is still onto of yours.
"Well. We better head to History of Magic then." Hermione states firmly and Harry's slips from yours. You tuck the note away and follow them out the doors.
You walk close to Harry, scanning every one who passes you. You seem strangely on edge, it's as if as you know something's about to happen. The halls echo all around you. You feel your heart jump at each abrupt sound.
"Hello Harry!" You turn on your heel and see a girl coming your way. Harry moves passed you as a dark haired girl approaches him.
"Who's that?" You turn your head towards Ron.
"That's Cho Chang, Harry fancies her, he's been wanting to ask her out for ages." He rolls his eyes. You suddenly feel a stab of jealousy course through your veins.
You feel completely aware of your surroundings and listen carefully to the convocation. You wait rather impatiently for an opening to whisk him away.
"Have a good summer?" You roll your eyes as you see Harry blush. Another strike of jealousy wipes at your heart, it seems to ooze and infects your heart and mind, faster than you expected.
'No! I can't think that way about Harry!! He is my mission nothing more, nothing less…"
"Oh… it was okay, I guess…" You roll your eyes again and sigh with boredom.
"And you are?!" She glares at you, you can see Harry move to speak, when you touch his shoulder and step past him. You are now right into her personal space and ready to rip her heart to pieces.
"My names . And I am here under strict orders from Dumbledore, to project Harry through out the year, so I'd appreciate it if you'd back off." She narrows her eyes and walks away.
Harry, unexpectedly turns to you and says.
"Why did you do that?! That was really rude I hardly think that you're meant to speak to others that way." Your gaze drops to the floor and you begin to feel guilty.
You can find the words to apologise, instead you look into his eye's; that was a terrible mistake.
You see a mixture of pain and disappoint lying in his incredible orbs. It's like nothing you've ever seen before, no one has ever looked at you that way. It was almost like his heart had been ripped in two.
He huffs angry, knowing that he cannot just walk away from you and expect you to leave him be, therefore he replies in a mumble.
"Come one, you better get to class." He does not look at you, he only shifts gazes to Ron and Hermione and you proceed onward.
You feel a heavy silence between you, you stay well away from Harry. He strides ahead but you keep him within shadow distance. Hermione is also angry, you can sense it. She is radiating it from all angles.
As you watch his movements, it's like all time has stopped around you and you can feel him slipping away from you. Ever so slightly, your heart begins to ache.
You are now sat at the back of the Potions class, you are breathing through your sleeve, due to the lack of oxygen.
You see Harry turns round to you and beams an angry look. You only look away from his scenic green eyes and watch Professor Snape begin the lesson.
"Settle down people." You sit up and begin to scan the room. Your eyes wander over each person.
First starting with blonde boy in the corner. You remember your training, how you were taught to focus your attention on one person and you'll sense their personality. You then remember to study their movements and body language.
You sit and watch him carefully, he's slouching and doodling.
'That means that he is bored, he's unmotivated and therefore will amount to nothing.' Suddenly he turns because he feels your eyes on him. He flashes his stunning smile at you and makes your heart flutter.
'Oops, I forgot not to stare for too long. Gods he's gorgeous…' You glare at him dreamily and it hits you, it's the boy who sent you that note. You fiddle with the note in your pocket.
'Wait! Should I be thinking that way about Harry's enemy, what would he think? Hold up, he could be working for Voldemort!!' Your eyes widen and you look away swiftly.
'I could be walking straight into a trap at dinner!!!' You rapidly cough and look over to Harry.
He seems very upset still and you realise that the aching in your heart still remains. You can't believe that you let your jealously take over like that. Then you wonder why you were envious in the first place.
'Why did I have to ruin his chance to ask her out? I should just have encouraged them. That's what I should do. I'll apologise to him tonight and then I'll try my hardest to set them up, it's the least I can do. And about Draco, I'll just have to avoid him, I'm afraid…' You look back him, whose eyes have now left you.
"After this year, of course, many of you will cease studying with me," spoke Snape in a cold and hair-raising manner. You shiver under his tone as he continues.
"I take only the very best into my NEWT Potion class, which means that some of us will certainly be saying goodbye." You rapidly feel a warm feeling in your heart, you can feel Harry's astounding smile in your heart.
Once again, you see those eyes and your heart and soul sores high into the air. They glare at you seductively and you begin to feel thaw all over. All of the symptoms returned, your sweaty palms, hot and flustered face but this time, something was added… Or really, taken away.
The aching in your heart had subsided and your spirit feels boundless once more. You smile and feel more relaxed.
You soon remember your suspicions about Draco and you pull out a piece of paper, writing down his name and underlining it, several times, just to make sure.
You look back up to the class and forget your inner struggles and focus on the lesson. The professor has written something on the board and the class has to follow what is written thoroughly.
After a few minuets, Snape spoke from across the class.
"Potter, what is that supposed to be?" You grip onto the arm of the chair and do the same to your teeth. Then, the tenderness returns, this time worse than ever.
"The Draught of Peace." Harry seems to tense in his seat.
"Tell me Potter, can you read?" Your grip tightens as he torments Harry ever so slowly, you can feel his pain; you can sense his worry.
Rapidly, Draco chuckles and the group around him follows.
"Yes I can." The reason for Snape's outburst is due to Harry accidentally missing one line of instructions.
Your eyes fall on Snape and you feel as if you should tear open his head and search deep inside him.
To see if he actually has a heart.
You unexpectedly stand a yell, "come off of it, it was only an accident. You can't say that you've never made a mistake before." You see Harry look at you from the corner of his eye. You see that he is trying to ignore you.
"Potter, please see to it that your little watch dog keeps her mussel on during my lesson. But for the time being, take her outside and calm her down…" He raises his eyes at you and you charge forward.
"No one calls me a dog and gets away with it!!!" You are preparing to knock his head off and watch it roll across the class.
Suddenly Harry blocks your path and grabs you by the arm, forcing you out the door. You are now in the hall of the dungeons and he firmly closes the door behind you.
For a moment, he dose not speak, you can see that you've only made things worse for him.
"Look Harry, I'm sorry but I can't stand…"
"No! You listen. I can't have you messing around with 'my' life! You are here to 'protect' me, not to interfere and make my life worse. Maybe it'll be best if you stay out of that lesson…" His eyes meet with the floor and he shuffles his feet.
From out of no where, you become throttled. Tears begin to form and your heart throbs heavily. You grip your chest and swiftly turn away from him.
"B-But, if I'm out of the room, I may not be able t-t-to protect you as well as I should. H-how am I suppose t-to protect you, i-if I'm not there." You feel Harry's hands on your shoulders.
"Look, I don't mean to make you upset but, I do think its best that you try not to antagonise Snape any more. He's constantly looking for reasons to hate me; you'd just be adding fuel to his fire." You sniffle quietly and prey that he doesn't know you're crying.
"Y-yes, you're right. It'll be an excellent chance for me to use my mental strengths. Now, go back inside, he'll want you to finish that potion." His hands slowly slip from your quivering shoulders and you hear the door shut with a hefty slam.
You brake down, landing on the floor. Water follows from your eyes, down midway
of your cheeks and landing on the floor. You feel a head ache coming on and try to focus on the room behind you.
'I'm only making his life worse, every effort I do to help him, only makes things worse - Oh who am I kidding?!!! I'm only satisfying my own weaknesses. J-jealousy and self pride!!' You wipe your nose in your sleeve and whisper into the dank air.
"I promise you Harry Potter; I shan't make your life any worse than it already is." You stand a rub your face clean of tears.
A sudden noise causes you to jump and you see Draco Malfoy walk out of the class room.
"Are we still on for you're little meeting at dinner?" You narrow your eyes and sneer at him.
"Well, I'm not sure whether I can trust you…" He swiftly grabs your hand delicately and kisses it gently.
"Can I at least have your name?" You squirm for the sensation of his soft lips begins to melt your knees.
" ." You speak in a flushed whisper. He grins and moves passed you.
"I'll see you at dinner then." You suddenly feel threatened and yell back.
"And if I don't?!" You face turns red from frustration. You aren't about to let some snotty bastard get the better of you. Even if he is one of the hottest guys you've seen in the past few days.
"Oh don't threat Miss, I will find you…" He smirks sexily and wanders away gradually.
You watch his movements, every single flinch of his muscles only cause to weaken further.
'Why am I thinking like this, he could be in an entanglement with Voldemort. I can't be fraternising with the enemy. Plus I promised not to mess with Harry's life, I can't imagine what he'd do if he found out I was being hit on by Draco Malfoy…' You sigh and decide to sick with your original plan and avoid him.
You sit and wait for about an hour, till the lesson ended. You see that Hermione is the first to leave, soon followed by Harry and Ron.
"What's wrong with her?" You move to the side of Ron and can see that Harry is still pissed at you.
"We just kind of fell out is all." You nod and head to lunch.
The room is alive with the bustling of young hungry witches and wizards. You look up at the ceiling and a beautiful sunset hanging over you.
You scan the multiple groups of students and the scene has caused an irresistible attraction to one another. Couples seemed to be littered all around, they all seem so happy.
The only ones out are you and the trio.
You spend lunch in silence; Ron and Hermione seem to argue no stop. You feel even more uncomfortable around Harry, now more than ever.
Finally, Ron and Hermione pause and they decide to take their argument outside because they seem to attract unwanted concentration.
You pick at your sandwich and come to the point where you can't stand the silence between you two.
"I'm sorry okay!" You yell and he shoots a look at you.
"I'm sorry Harry; I didn't mean to act that way. I was just acting on impulse and if you would find it in your heart to forgive me… I promise to stop making your life worse." You can feel a tear fall down your face, you sense your heart breaking again, knowing that he would never accept your apology.
You cannot bring yourself to even look him in the eye now. Suddenly, you feel his hand on your face.
You gaze up and see him smiling again. You grin back; it feels as if you haven't smiled in years.
"; I forgive you… I know you're only trying to protect me. But I can handle Snape, Malfoy and people like that…" He now gradually wipes the tears from your cheek.
"Oh! And I'm sorry about Cho. I'm not really sure why I acted that way…" You look away from his eyes.
"That's okay. It's not like I have a chance with her anyway." You gasp and grab his hand.
"Don't say things like that Harry!! You have chance with any girl… You're charming, kind, helpful…" You suddenly realise that he's blushing and grinning at you idiotically.
"What?!" You say releasing his hand.
"Nothing." His blush deepens. You are certainly feeling awkward at this time.
"So, are we alright now?" You ask uncertainly and he looks into your eyes and nods.
"Yeah, you're cool." You giggle slightly and squeal quietly.
"This is so a hug moment um-" You suddenly find that you cannot reach him. You raise a finger and manage to squeeze under that table and come up beside him.
"Hug?" You hold out your arms and he leans in quickly. You smell the scent of a mid summers day, it satisfies your unconscious yearning to be close to someone.
All in an instant, you blend in with others around you… Like a perfect couple, the world around you disappears and it's just you and Harry.
"Hey Harry, smile!" You both turn to see a little blonde haired kid. Unexpectedly, a flash blinds you and as you regain your vision you see a camera in his hands.
"You make a really nice couple you two." He shows his buck tooth grin and moves to take another.
"Colin! It's not like that!!" Harry speaks slightly outraged and you feel kind of distant from him.
Eyes fall on you, as if you just had a argument. Their gazes seam into your body, leaving invisible tainted stains.
"Owe!" You grip your chest again. Harry whips his head round and places his hands on your shoulders again.
"Are you alright ?" You nod.
"I'm fine." Your clutch tightens even harder now and your breath comes out in gasps.
"Are you sure, maybe you should go to Hospital Wing?" You shake your head and take a slip of cool water.
"I'll be fine…" You smile and pat him on one of his hands.
"Okay, we should get to our next class." He grabs his things and extends a hand for you. Taking it warmly you head toward the North Tower.
Divination was one of the worst lessons you've ever had to sit through. You found it hard not to slap the Professor for claiming Harry would die at any moment.
Although, she was highly interested with you. She pulled you to the front of the class and used you as an open expiate. She said that you have a fiery spirit and you act on compulsion.
Once you descended the tower stairs, you began to mutter and curse her widely.
"Stupid, lunatic bitch!! She tends to hold grudges and sparks to life when insulted!!! She was damn lucky I didn't smack her one…" You grumble as the others beside you giggle.
"Yeah but I have a feeling that this is going to be the worst so brace yourself." You huff and roll your eyes.
You are heading down to the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. You remember Ron's warning about the teacher and you ponder on who to expect.
As you enter you try hard not to snicker at the state of the Professors outfit. Like before, you sit at the back of the class.
You watch Harry sit down and you suddenly feel a flutter in your stomach again. You grip your gut and prey that the feeling would depart soon.
'Maybe I should go see the Nurse during dinner.' You notice that the Professor is about to speak.
"Well good afternoon." She says from the desk, only a few replies and therefore she repeats.
"That won't do, now will it? I should like you, please, to reply. 'Good afternoon Professor Umbridge.' Now once again, good afternoon class!"
"Good afternoon Professor Umbridge." She scans the room and notices that you're not answering.
"And at the back." You blink at her, was she really talking to you?
"Hey! I'm not your student!!" You spit back at her in disgust.
"So what are you doing in my lesson?" You stand and hand her a note of explanation from Dumbledore that was enclosed in your invitation.
"Oh! I see; and that gives you the right to speak to a member of the staff in that manner does it?" She blinks at you annoyingly. You are about to commence a shouting match between the two of you when you see Harry from over her shoulder.
His eyes plead with your soul. Those stunning eyes, which have the ability to liquefy your very existence.
"S-sorry Professor Umbridge." She grins satisfyingly.
"Very well, take your seat." You proceed to your uneasily chair and sit down, sighing at your recent response.
You look up and see Harry looking over to you. He mouths 'thank you' and you nod humbly.
Soon you hear her abruptly tell the class to put away their wands.
'What's the fucking point into that!!!' You think.
'There's not much point in going to defensive class where you have to write things down!!! My defence classes back at the temple are all fighting and skill, metal and physical ability.'
She then instructs the class to read a book for the lesson, you find yourself completely outraged.
Everyone opens their books, when you suddenly notice Hermione was sat completely still and what seems to be like, refusing to open her text book. She is sat perfectly still with her hand high in the air.
'What the fuck!! I thought she was a little book worm!!' You also see that Harry has noticed this and you shrug as his gaze falls on you. Her hand is no longer still, as she is waving it around.
You look over to Umbridge's face; she is purposely looking in the opposite direction from her.
Unable to sway her any longer, she turns her head in Hermione's direction and speaks calmly.
"Do you have a question?"
'Obviously!' You think with a smug smile on your face.
"Well, why aren't we learning any defensive spells?" Some other heads in the class nod.
"Well, I can't imagine why you would be attacked in the classroom, now can you?" Harry looks over to you and Ron suddenly points out that you're there.
"But then why is here? I mean she's not just here to watch over Harry but all of us. Isn't that right ?" You stand and walk forward gradually, you hear the class fall silent and all you hear is the echo of your steps.
"I have to concur, why aren't they learning defensive spells, in a 'Defence Against the Dark Arts' class?" You raise you eyebrows and add to your point.
"Plus, it's not just for their school years, isn't it for when they leave school also? Personally, I question your teaching credentials." You hold your arms and you hear others behind you agreeing with you.
"Aren't we going to use magic?" Ron speaks again, rather confused. You notice how child like and sweet he is. She huffs and glares at you directly.
"Who are you to question my teaching methods? Or you, or you?" She looks over to Ron and Hermione.
"Well, it's kind of pointless to have a Defence Against the Darks Arts class and to not be taught to defend ourselves." Hermione points out cleverly.
"Yeah!" A few voices spoke up; you know Harry's is one of them and you smile secretly.
"I am a Ministry-trained educational expert. Therefore none of you are to question my methods. You will learn to defend yourselves free of risk and endangerment." You scoff and you hear Harry now stand.
"What use is that?!"
"Sit down Mr Potter and raise your hand before speaking to me!!" He sits himself gradually and others begin to raise their hands.
Dean points out exactly what Harry does and again, she gives the same sorry excuse for a reply.
Suddenly she starts to mention something about 'half breeds.' You narrow you eyes and Dean speaks up again.
"If you mean Professor Lupin, he was the best we ever had!!" You nod and start to feel the healthy vibe come from the class room, it reminds you of many protests you've participated in.
As distant memories return to you, the lesson carries on pretty much the same, until Harry began his bombardment.
"So we're not suppose to be prepared for the real world?" He stands.
"There is nothing out there Mr Potter!" She slams her hand flatly against the table and hope that it causes her pain.
"Oh, yeah?" You admire his bravery and determination.
You are starting to see a different side to Harry; this is his strong and bold side. You can now see what he meant by not needing your constant supervision.
Although you can feel that it is about to go horribly wrong at any moment.
"Who do you think would attack children like you?" He turns to face you a chuckles lightly.
"Hmm, Lord Voldemort!" He pauses and continues, making sure that it sank in.
"And don't try to cover that up or why would they send someone in to protect me from him?!" Her lip curls into a malevolent grin.
"Detention Mr Potter!! And you! Sit down!!" You roll your eyes and give Harry a smile as you walk passed him.
However Harry wasn't done, he continued to argue with her until he had to be sent to Professor McGonagall. You follow him closely.
"Wow! Harry, I'm sorry I ever doubted you!! You can really handle yourself." He blushes and you go to find McGonagall.
The area around you seems some-what darker than any other part of the castle, not even the dungeons can comprehend with this feeling of eeriness.
"I know, it's because I mentioned his name, I swear people around hear are such babies!!" You laugh and suddenly, turning a corner - you see the head of the Gryffindor house.
She lets you into her office with Harry and herself.
"Please take a biscuit." You are first to snatch one and Harry follows.
"Potter you need to be careful…" You relax into your chair watch Harry's expression carefully.
He's lips seem so petite and calm, where as his eye's are burning with a passion that you have never seen before. You can observe, the fire inside him is still burning from his argument.
"Potter, have you no common sense? Do you realise where Dolores Umbridge comes from? If you cross her, she could do more than give you detention every night this week."
"What?!! Can't you do anything?" She shakes her head and looks toward you.
"Please see to it that Mr Potter keeps his temper under control." She peers down at the paper given to Harry by the Professor.
"And yours Miss." She peers down at you sternly. You all stand and she sees you out.
You walk along the corridors in silence. Then you suddenly remember that you are heading to the Great Hall for dinner.
"Well, I was told by McGonagall that dinner time is my time off. Do you mind if I just pick up some food and wander about for a bit?" You avoid his gaze, afraid that you might slip out where you are truly going.
Harry smiles and shakes his head. "Course not, you deserves some free time." Harry grins and slips his hand into yours. You blush and squeeze it slightly.
"So do you. I know that my first day hasn't been too good for you either." He shakes his head and laughs, you laugh along with him.
Once you stop laughing, you walk in a content peace.
Soon you reach the great hall and make sure that Dumbledore and the other teachers are in the room. You give Harry a quick squeeze and watch him go eat freely with his friends.
You mange to snatch some food and walk out of the hall. You scarf down the food and walk gradually down the hall.
As you walk at your own pace, you find, the further away you move from the Great Hall, the harder it is to breathe and to think straight.
'It's this pain again. Oh! I don't think I can stand it for much longer!! Oh!' You find a near by bench to rest.
'What's, what's happening to me? Oh! Harry please help me…" You begin to cry softly.
"?" You look up swiftly and look over to the door. Harry is coming toward you; he has a worried look on his face.
"Are you alright?" He bends down and grabs your hands. He softly smoothes them and you are lost in his eyes.
"I told to go to the infirmary. What's wrong?" Your breathing seems to ease and you reply.
"Lately, well only today mostly - I've been feeling this real ache in my chest. Almost in my heart; I can't explain but I do know that when; we're here. It fades away." He beams a glistening smile at you and leans up to your forehead.
You feel his lips touch your heated brow and you feel your heart stop. He pulls away and he seems rather embarrassed.
"How do you feel now?" You laugh, thinking he's really corny.
"I-I-I didn't mean it th-that way…i-it's just that I-I-I'm worried." You giggle and you give him a quick hug.
"I'm heading to the Infirmary, you go back to the Hall and I'll see you later, okay?" He nods and before he can walk away, you kiss him on the cheek.
You march straight up to the Infirmary, hoping that he didn't mind your kiss.
Fifteen minuets later you leave, you're on edge even more now. You had described the exact symptoms to the nurse and she dismissed you.
'There's nothing wrong with you Miss , run along.' You sniffle, finding yourself scared. You would much prefer her giving a reason for your consistent aches and pains.
You decide to get some air and head out into the grounds, the night's air lashes at your skin. You bring your arms right inside your sleeves and rub your hands together.
"Oh, there you are." You turn your head to see Draco Malfoy walking toward you. He's as smug as ever, with his hair all gelled back and his usual smirk is shown.
"What do you want?" He laughs and stands beside you; you can feel his eye's move up and down over your body.
"So, uh, what's between you and Potter then?" You feel a blush rise again.
"Nothing, I'm his bodyguard, that's all…" You sniffle and fold you arms tightly. He inches closer to you.
"Yes I'm sure you guard his body very well." You scoff and turn; you have the purest of hate written boldly across your face.
"What the fuck are you talk about?!!" He glances down and up your body again, like he's studying every curve of your frame.
"Stop objectifying me!!" You move your hand and lash at his cheek. He only stands there and takes it with an arrogant pride.
"Very well… I thought this might happen" He pushes you back till you hit the pillar; he draws himself to you and his lips meet with yours.
Your eyes widen as you feel his tongue slide into your mouth. The heat from his muscle causes your head to spin. His chest presses up against you and you can feel his heartbeat rage on.
You try to squirm and wriggle from his grip, up you are powerless against him. You heart aches harshly and you wonder if it is the end for you…
He deepens this kiss till you are reduced you falling limp in his arms.
'No!! I can't give in, I mustn't!! Oh!! Harry! Please save me…' You whimper and begin to cry helplessly.
He bakes away and holds you for a moment; you are taken back by this. His kiss is powerful and forceful and the worst part is…
You are aroused by him!!
"I will meet you back here tomorrow night, no matter where you go, I'll find you. I find that girls are drawn into me, so I doubt that you can stay away from long." He leans you against the wall again and departs.
You watch him drift from sight, you feel so weak. You lift your hand and you run your fingers along your lips. You feel tainted and dirty; no one has ever touched you like that. His heat was alluring and you can't help but yearn for him again.
'I can't believe he got away with that, slimy bastard… Oh shit!! If Harry finds out what happened, he'll never look at me again… Why am I so shocked, it's not like I enjoyed that, did I?' You focus on your body and feel your lower area throb deeply.
"No!!" You scream out and tears belt from your face and land in puddles on the floor.
'He cannot do this to me… I won't let him get away with it. I'll meet him again and next time, he'll see a different side to me.' You smile briefly and continue to cry.
You lie on the floor and you focus on Harry's gentle, sleeping face.
Well, Malfoys got the better of you, but will you tell Harry? Or will you just strengthen yourself for the next time you meet? You'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out. Please Review THANKS!!!