Disclaimer: No matter how many stars I have wished on or genie lamps I have
rubbed I do not own any of the characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. The
plot, Erica, Voula, and brief characters mentioned during the sorting and
other chapters are all mine!!! Muah ha ha ha ha!!! ::Harry comes out of
nowhere and tackles Esgal:: Oof!! Harry!! What the hell!!
Harry: Sorry Esgal. Go long Ron! ::throws football to someone out of view::
Esgal: Are you playing muggle football?
Harry: yep, Ron's dad has become partial to it. He loves muggles like muggles love the zoo.
Esgal: Right. Well I was just telling these people how none of you guys in my demented mind belong to me.
Harry: Riiiight. Well, I think they have the picture Erica. Just shut up already and let them read the newest chapter.
Esgal: I have an idea! I think I will shut up and let them read! I'm a genius.
Harry: You do know that's what I just said? Right?
Esgal: And your point is?
Harry: Nothing. Can I go now?
Esgal: Why are you asking me?
Harry: This is your imagination. Whatever I do, you control it. ::He sees something familiar enter her eyes:: Oh! Damn your mouth Harry!
Esgal: ::Smirking:: I control you do I? Well, in that case. ::blinks and Harry is standing there, sixteen and shirtless in a pair of muggle jeans:: Oh, I do like this. Bad Esgal.
Harry: ::Groans:: Really, can I go now? Those people really want to read your story and you are scaring them by being pathetic.
Esgal: Ok, I'll see you later Harry. ::Harry runs out of the room and Esgal addresses the onlookers:: Sorry about that guys. Here is my ninth chapter!! Lots of fluff!!! Lots! Lots! Lots! Hope you enjoy!! ::looks in direction Harry ran:: Umm... I have to... I'm just going to... Bye! ::Jumps up and runs after Harry out of the room:: Harry! Wait up! Come back you sweet piece of eye candy!!
Harry: ::From the background:: In your dreams!!!
Esgal: ::Also from the background pursuing Harry:: You bet you will!!!
"__" Speech '__' Thoughts ~__~ Song
Chapter 9
Erica and Harry had held hands the rest of the time after they kissed until they were back at Hogwarts. Later she would remember how large and comforting those quidditch calloused hands were. They were so oblivious to anything except each other hat they didn't see all of the glares Erica was getting from the jealous girls of the Harry Potter fan club. They could not believe he liked that girl. The new couple was simply giddy. They never stopped smiling after the moment their lips parted. They were both truly happy for once in the two teens lives.
Erica's euphoria was just increased by Harry's. She was so glad that the shadow was gone from his eyes. She knew though that it would not be gone forever, no matter how much she wished for it to be, it would return. He still, after all, had to kill Voldemort, or be killed by Voldemort. 'No, he will kill Voldemort. I will not let Voldemort kill him.'
*****
They were sitting on a couch in the common room, or rather Harry was sitting and Erica had her head on his lap with Harry's fingers threading through the fiery strands, when Ron and Hermione came in the room. Erica and Harry were still just looking at each other with smiles silently each lost in their own thoughts.
"Finally!" the older couple yelled causing Erica and Harry to jump up and pull out their wands, Harry stepping in front of Erica. "Chill, it's only us mate," said Ron.
They replaced their wands as Ron and Hermione jumped them, Hermione hugging them to death while Ron gave Harry a slap on the back and hugged Erica. "What?" Erica and Harry both asked Hermione.
"We thought you tow would never get together. That's why we started snogging when we saw you entering the Hog's Head. Ron and me were talking about the discussions we had with you two before we left school and we found that you both had the same insecurities. You were both convinced the other only liked you as a friend. We somehow both told you to take a chance. And you did! We were a bit sneaky. You might not have kissed if you sat with us, which you would have had we not been preoccupied."
Ron spoke proudly, "You're not the only one who can act, Erica."
"Who said we were acting? We were not acting, only intercepting in a very enjoyable way, after all we weren't acting two minutes before we saw them."
Erica and Harry sat back down and he pulled her closer with an arm around her waist, "Is that a good thing?"
"Of course! We were just getting impatient. At least you didn't take as long as me and Ron to figure things out."
"You're right there Hermione."
"I know, well we have to go to the library."
Ron protested, "But, Hermione! We're already done with all our homework for this week!"
"We need to research for that potions essay that's due next week!" with Ron grumbling they headed out the portrait.
Erica smiled at Harry, "They're probably just going to find somewhere more private to snog." They laughed, "I'm so happy, Harry. I haven't been happy in a long time." Before he could respond she spoke for him, "You're happy too."
He smiled back, "Yes, I am. I cannot remember ever being this happy, Erica. Ever since Sir-," his voice cracked and she stroked a hand down his back in a comforting gesture.
"I know. Harry, there's nothing you could have done. It wasn't your fault; in you heart you must know that. He would have done anything to keep you safe." A tear rolled down his cheek and she wiped it away pulling him into a tight hug.
"I know."
"Let's not talk about the past just yet again, Harry. There will be time later. We still have a future and mine is looking brighter now that I have you," she said with tears streaking her face. He kissed them away before he leaned down to brush her lips with his. Erica moaned softly when he retreated. Pulling him back she ravished his lips. He was surprised at first but quickly returned it.
She had been waiting for so long for someone to love her. She wanted the most she could get form him before he left her. He would leave her. She knew he would. She also knew why. If not because he was done with her, he would leave because of Voldemort. He would want to protect her from the Dark Lord. He would dump her pretending not to care. Erica would rather be hit by the cruciatis than have Harry torture her by pretending not to care. That would hurt worse than anything. Harry had given her something to live for.
Those were the thoughts roaming through her mind before Harry pulled back. She placed her head on his shoulder and sighed, "I like this much better than being depressed."
"I like this better than quidditch."
"Oh! Harry! Really? That much?"
"Yes," she smiled and tried to hide a yawn. "You should get some sleep we have a D.A. meeting tomorrow."
"I don't want to go upstairs yet."
"At least lie down here."
"Alright." Erica placed her head on his lap; stretching out, with her eyes open looking at his handsome face. He leaned down and her eyes closed as he placed two sweet kisses on the lids. "Close your eyes, sleep."
"But-," he placed a finger over her lips, silencing her.
"You need to sleep. If you don't want to leave me, then you will either be sleeping in my bed," her eyes widened, "or right here. So, please, relax."
She placed a hand behind his head and pulled him down into a kiss. "Thank you. At least lie her with me." She sat up so they could both lie on the couch lengthwise.
Harry hesitated at first but soon gave in. She let him lie down first and then she lied down on her side placing her head on his chest, she could hear his heartbeat, and a hand across his abdomen. He wrapped an arm around her waist preventing her from falling off the couch.
She felt safe, his arm and heartbeat had a calming affect. It was as if nothing else mattered. With Harry's heartbeat in her ear she let sleep take her thinking that she wanted to hear that heartbeat forever.
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Harry woke up sometime in the middle of the night. It took him a while to find out why. His scar was burning and there was something sharp digging into his back.
"Harry?" Damn. He remembered last night now. He and Erica had fallen asleep on the couch. Then he remembered the pain on his back, her fingers were digging into it. 'She feels it too.'
He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead, pulling her closer while cringing from the pain. "He's trying to induce another vision, Erica." He said to answer her unasked question.
"Have you been doing your Occlumency? We forgot to do it last night! I'm sorry, Harry. It's my-."
"No, it's not. I wouldn't have remembered anyways. Hush, we need to do it now."
"Right," they sat there for about ten minutes fighting their own war, much smaller than the war to come, with the Dark Lord, Harry's hand clasped in Erica's, when Erica realized that using the Occlumency on her would not do anything to stop the vision. 'I wonder what would happen if I settled my mind on Harry? Only Harry can stop it. He seems to be doing fine. It is only being held back, though, and he's tiring fast. He needs help.'
Settling Harry in her thoughts she squeezed his hand and pictured his body relaxing and his mind going blank. She did not actually see it when it happened though. Suddenly Erica noticed that her forehead was no longer hurting and opened her eyes.
She looked to Harry to see him asleep, just asleep, not in pain or a vision, just peaceful sleep. She smiled. She had helped. Her empathy had actually done something good for once. She leaned down to kiss his cheek but he turned his face so that she kissed him on the lips. She gasped, "I thought you were sleeping."
"As good as. What did you do?"
"I just pictured you relaxing in my mind. Did I overdo it?"
"No, Occlumency used up whatever energy I had," he yawned.
"We should try to sleep again," she stood up and extended her hand to him, "come on."
Harry looked perplexed, "where are we going?"
"To sleep, silly."
"I can't go up to your room."
"I know. Come on."
"What are we going to-," she silenced him with a kiss catching one of his arms in the process. When she pulled away she yanked a bit on his arm making him stand.
"We are going to get some sleep," she repeated and lead him to the boy's staircase, Harry's eyes shot open. Suddenly he was aware.
"We're going to my room?"
"Well, it would be a lot more comfortable than that small couch."
"What if someone notices?"
"Oh well, you are my boyfriend, not to mention Harry Potter, people would have those thoughts anyways. The rumors will be much worse anyways."
"What rumors?"
"Harry there will be rumors. Don't you notice the sappy girls following your every footstep? They are simply gah gah over you. They practically worship the ground you walk on and all because you are famous. They're like your own unofficial fan club," she said with a slight smirk.
"I have a fan club? Why would they like me that much?"
"Yes and, to answer your question, you are like the most powerful teen wizard ever. Two, you defeated Voldemort when you were still in a crib, before you even had your wand. You're the boy who lived," she placed her arms around his neck, smiling, one of her eyebrows raised, "and three, you're a hottie. Quidditch has really defined your body. Four, you're probably one of the sweetest boys these girls have met. I'm just glad I got to you before them. You were quite the bachelor."
"Well, now that I think about it. I could have gotten any girl I wanted, you don't think I made a mistake do you? I mean anyone would have done anything for me. I could have something better than you. Is that what you're telling me? Well, thank you. You have shown me the light," he stepped out of her arms trying to have a serious demeanor.
From the look on Erica's face it had worked, her eyes were wide and her mouth ajar. She was looking truly hurt. He finally cracked and broke into laughter before he saw a tear streak down her face. Her mouth snapped shut and she glared at him. The glare, somehow, was even colder than Snape's to Harry. He immediately stopped laughing and pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her hair, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of that Erica. Truly I didn't. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me Erica. I don't want anyone else. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't cry. I love you." He uttered before he realized what he was saying.
Erica's mouth was open again. Pulling back to look at him she gasped out, "You.you l.love me?"
He looked into her ocean blue eyes, "Yes, Erica. More than anything, I love you." Harry saw her eyes become watery and silver lines streaking her face, "What did I do? Why are you crying again? Don't cry. I don't want you to ever be sad with me."
"I'm not sad, Harry. I'm crying because I'm happy. I love you too," she gave a small laugh and smiled.
He smiled back, "Thank Merlin, I wouldn't be able to stand it if you were mad at me." He buried his face in her hair again and breathed in the smell of it. 'Smells like strawberry champagne.'
They stood like that for what seemed forever. "We should get some sleep, Harry, and I didn't finish telling you about those girls."
"Ok, proceed."
"Thank you, your honor. Anyways, they loathe me now. I may not have seen the glare directed towards me but I certainly felt all of their hate for me."
"People are jealous of you being my girlfriend?"
"Yes, we don't need to talk about it now Harry. I'm super tired and all I want to do is sleep."
He yielded, "ok, lets go to bed." Harry walked to his dorm door and walked in, Erica closely following. "Shh... Ron and everybody are asleep. We don't want to wake them."
"Ok." Harry led her to his bed and pulled back the covers for her. Climbing in fully clothed she scooted over to the other side of the bed so he could climb under the covers with her but instead of joining her under the warm sheets he replaced them and lied down on top. "What are you doing?" she whispered as he pulled the hangings closed. "Why don't you come underneath? You're going to be cold."
"No, just sleep, ill be fine." Erica pulled out her wand and pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. "What are you doing?"
"Well, you at least need some blankets to keep warm if you're going to be such a sweetie." Erica muttered a few words while pointing her wand at the bobby pin. Soon enough she had transfigured it to a maroon and gold down comforter with brooms and snitches darting across it. Sitting up she laid the comforter on him. "It's so you." She leaned down to kiss him. Harry pulled her down making her lie beside him in his arms, the blanket creating a wall.
"Thank you. Good night, Erica. I love you."
"You're welcome, Harry. Good night. I love you too."
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Sappy! Sappy! Sappy!!! I luv it! Read and review people!! I really have only gotten one review so far for the last chap. BTW, thanks to Joy!!
Okay, this chap had a LOT of fluff. If you did not like it, oh well. This story is categorized as a romance for a reason. It will have lots of fluff and feelings in the future too. I have no idea how long this story will be but it might be until Harry has a fight with old Voldi. I don't know. I started the whole story with that in mind. She would help Harry with the first battle or something... I don't really know. For all I know I may giving away plot to people unawares... Oh well, I'll stop.
Anyways, as I was saying, expect lots n lots of fluff in future chaps. Though, possibly, not as much as this chap. Wait, I cannot guarantee that, as I have not written future chaps yet. ::borrows Malfoy's smirk::
~Esgalhothwen~
Harry: Sorry Esgal. Go long Ron! ::throws football to someone out of view::
Esgal: Are you playing muggle football?
Harry: yep, Ron's dad has become partial to it. He loves muggles like muggles love the zoo.
Esgal: Right. Well I was just telling these people how none of you guys in my demented mind belong to me.
Harry: Riiiight. Well, I think they have the picture Erica. Just shut up already and let them read the newest chapter.
Esgal: I have an idea! I think I will shut up and let them read! I'm a genius.
Harry: You do know that's what I just said? Right?
Esgal: And your point is?
Harry: Nothing. Can I go now?
Esgal: Why are you asking me?
Harry: This is your imagination. Whatever I do, you control it. ::He sees something familiar enter her eyes:: Oh! Damn your mouth Harry!
Esgal: ::Smirking:: I control you do I? Well, in that case. ::blinks and Harry is standing there, sixteen and shirtless in a pair of muggle jeans:: Oh, I do like this. Bad Esgal.
Harry: ::Groans:: Really, can I go now? Those people really want to read your story and you are scaring them by being pathetic.
Esgal: Ok, I'll see you later Harry. ::Harry runs out of the room and Esgal addresses the onlookers:: Sorry about that guys. Here is my ninth chapter!! Lots of fluff!!! Lots! Lots! Lots! Hope you enjoy!! ::looks in direction Harry ran:: Umm... I have to... I'm just going to... Bye! ::Jumps up and runs after Harry out of the room:: Harry! Wait up! Come back you sweet piece of eye candy!!
Harry: ::From the background:: In your dreams!!!
Esgal: ::Also from the background pursuing Harry:: You bet you will!!!
"__" Speech '__' Thoughts ~__~ Song
Chapter 9
Erica and Harry had held hands the rest of the time after they kissed until they were back at Hogwarts. Later she would remember how large and comforting those quidditch calloused hands were. They were so oblivious to anything except each other hat they didn't see all of the glares Erica was getting from the jealous girls of the Harry Potter fan club. They could not believe he liked that girl. The new couple was simply giddy. They never stopped smiling after the moment their lips parted. They were both truly happy for once in the two teens lives.
Erica's euphoria was just increased by Harry's. She was so glad that the shadow was gone from his eyes. She knew though that it would not be gone forever, no matter how much she wished for it to be, it would return. He still, after all, had to kill Voldemort, or be killed by Voldemort. 'No, he will kill Voldemort. I will not let Voldemort kill him.'
*****
They were sitting on a couch in the common room, or rather Harry was sitting and Erica had her head on his lap with Harry's fingers threading through the fiery strands, when Ron and Hermione came in the room. Erica and Harry were still just looking at each other with smiles silently each lost in their own thoughts.
"Finally!" the older couple yelled causing Erica and Harry to jump up and pull out their wands, Harry stepping in front of Erica. "Chill, it's only us mate," said Ron.
They replaced their wands as Ron and Hermione jumped them, Hermione hugging them to death while Ron gave Harry a slap on the back and hugged Erica. "What?" Erica and Harry both asked Hermione.
"We thought you tow would never get together. That's why we started snogging when we saw you entering the Hog's Head. Ron and me were talking about the discussions we had with you two before we left school and we found that you both had the same insecurities. You were both convinced the other only liked you as a friend. We somehow both told you to take a chance. And you did! We were a bit sneaky. You might not have kissed if you sat with us, which you would have had we not been preoccupied."
Ron spoke proudly, "You're not the only one who can act, Erica."
"Who said we were acting? We were not acting, only intercepting in a very enjoyable way, after all we weren't acting two minutes before we saw them."
Erica and Harry sat back down and he pulled her closer with an arm around her waist, "Is that a good thing?"
"Of course! We were just getting impatient. At least you didn't take as long as me and Ron to figure things out."
"You're right there Hermione."
"I know, well we have to go to the library."
Ron protested, "But, Hermione! We're already done with all our homework for this week!"
"We need to research for that potions essay that's due next week!" with Ron grumbling they headed out the portrait.
Erica smiled at Harry, "They're probably just going to find somewhere more private to snog." They laughed, "I'm so happy, Harry. I haven't been happy in a long time." Before he could respond she spoke for him, "You're happy too."
He smiled back, "Yes, I am. I cannot remember ever being this happy, Erica. Ever since Sir-," his voice cracked and she stroked a hand down his back in a comforting gesture.
"I know. Harry, there's nothing you could have done. It wasn't your fault; in you heart you must know that. He would have done anything to keep you safe." A tear rolled down his cheek and she wiped it away pulling him into a tight hug.
"I know."
"Let's not talk about the past just yet again, Harry. There will be time later. We still have a future and mine is looking brighter now that I have you," she said with tears streaking her face. He kissed them away before he leaned down to brush her lips with his. Erica moaned softly when he retreated. Pulling him back she ravished his lips. He was surprised at first but quickly returned it.
She had been waiting for so long for someone to love her. She wanted the most she could get form him before he left her. He would leave her. She knew he would. She also knew why. If not because he was done with her, he would leave because of Voldemort. He would want to protect her from the Dark Lord. He would dump her pretending not to care. Erica would rather be hit by the cruciatis than have Harry torture her by pretending not to care. That would hurt worse than anything. Harry had given her something to live for.
Those were the thoughts roaming through her mind before Harry pulled back. She placed her head on his shoulder and sighed, "I like this much better than being depressed."
"I like this better than quidditch."
"Oh! Harry! Really? That much?"
"Yes," she smiled and tried to hide a yawn. "You should get some sleep we have a D.A. meeting tomorrow."
"I don't want to go upstairs yet."
"At least lie down here."
"Alright." Erica placed her head on his lap; stretching out, with her eyes open looking at his handsome face. He leaned down and her eyes closed as he placed two sweet kisses on the lids. "Close your eyes, sleep."
"But-," he placed a finger over her lips, silencing her.
"You need to sleep. If you don't want to leave me, then you will either be sleeping in my bed," her eyes widened, "or right here. So, please, relax."
She placed a hand behind his head and pulled him down into a kiss. "Thank you. At least lie her with me." She sat up so they could both lie on the couch lengthwise.
Harry hesitated at first but soon gave in. She let him lie down first and then she lied down on her side placing her head on his chest, she could hear his heartbeat, and a hand across his abdomen. He wrapped an arm around her waist preventing her from falling off the couch.
She felt safe, his arm and heartbeat had a calming affect. It was as if nothing else mattered. With Harry's heartbeat in her ear she let sleep take her thinking that she wanted to hear that heartbeat forever.
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Harry woke up sometime in the middle of the night. It took him a while to find out why. His scar was burning and there was something sharp digging into his back.
"Harry?" Damn. He remembered last night now. He and Erica had fallen asleep on the couch. Then he remembered the pain on his back, her fingers were digging into it. 'She feels it too.'
He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead, pulling her closer while cringing from the pain. "He's trying to induce another vision, Erica." He said to answer her unasked question.
"Have you been doing your Occlumency? We forgot to do it last night! I'm sorry, Harry. It's my-."
"No, it's not. I wouldn't have remembered anyways. Hush, we need to do it now."
"Right," they sat there for about ten minutes fighting their own war, much smaller than the war to come, with the Dark Lord, Harry's hand clasped in Erica's, when Erica realized that using the Occlumency on her would not do anything to stop the vision. 'I wonder what would happen if I settled my mind on Harry? Only Harry can stop it. He seems to be doing fine. It is only being held back, though, and he's tiring fast. He needs help.'
Settling Harry in her thoughts she squeezed his hand and pictured his body relaxing and his mind going blank. She did not actually see it when it happened though. Suddenly Erica noticed that her forehead was no longer hurting and opened her eyes.
She looked to Harry to see him asleep, just asleep, not in pain or a vision, just peaceful sleep. She smiled. She had helped. Her empathy had actually done something good for once. She leaned down to kiss his cheek but he turned his face so that she kissed him on the lips. She gasped, "I thought you were sleeping."
"As good as. What did you do?"
"I just pictured you relaxing in my mind. Did I overdo it?"
"No, Occlumency used up whatever energy I had," he yawned.
"We should try to sleep again," she stood up and extended her hand to him, "come on."
Harry looked perplexed, "where are we going?"
"To sleep, silly."
"I can't go up to your room."
"I know. Come on."
"What are we going to-," she silenced him with a kiss catching one of his arms in the process. When she pulled away she yanked a bit on his arm making him stand.
"We are going to get some sleep," she repeated and lead him to the boy's staircase, Harry's eyes shot open. Suddenly he was aware.
"We're going to my room?"
"Well, it would be a lot more comfortable than that small couch."
"What if someone notices?"
"Oh well, you are my boyfriend, not to mention Harry Potter, people would have those thoughts anyways. The rumors will be much worse anyways."
"What rumors?"
"Harry there will be rumors. Don't you notice the sappy girls following your every footstep? They are simply gah gah over you. They practically worship the ground you walk on and all because you are famous. They're like your own unofficial fan club," she said with a slight smirk.
"I have a fan club? Why would they like me that much?"
"Yes and, to answer your question, you are like the most powerful teen wizard ever. Two, you defeated Voldemort when you were still in a crib, before you even had your wand. You're the boy who lived," she placed her arms around his neck, smiling, one of her eyebrows raised, "and three, you're a hottie. Quidditch has really defined your body. Four, you're probably one of the sweetest boys these girls have met. I'm just glad I got to you before them. You were quite the bachelor."
"Well, now that I think about it. I could have gotten any girl I wanted, you don't think I made a mistake do you? I mean anyone would have done anything for me. I could have something better than you. Is that what you're telling me? Well, thank you. You have shown me the light," he stepped out of her arms trying to have a serious demeanor.
From the look on Erica's face it had worked, her eyes were wide and her mouth ajar. She was looking truly hurt. He finally cracked and broke into laughter before he saw a tear streak down her face. Her mouth snapped shut and she glared at him. The glare, somehow, was even colder than Snape's to Harry. He immediately stopped laughing and pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her hair, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of that Erica. Truly I didn't. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me Erica. I don't want anyone else. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't cry. I love you." He uttered before he realized what he was saying.
Erica's mouth was open again. Pulling back to look at him she gasped out, "You.you l.love me?"
He looked into her ocean blue eyes, "Yes, Erica. More than anything, I love you." Harry saw her eyes become watery and silver lines streaking her face, "What did I do? Why are you crying again? Don't cry. I don't want you to ever be sad with me."
"I'm not sad, Harry. I'm crying because I'm happy. I love you too," she gave a small laugh and smiled.
He smiled back, "Thank Merlin, I wouldn't be able to stand it if you were mad at me." He buried his face in her hair again and breathed in the smell of it. 'Smells like strawberry champagne.'
They stood like that for what seemed forever. "We should get some sleep, Harry, and I didn't finish telling you about those girls."
"Ok, proceed."
"Thank you, your honor. Anyways, they loathe me now. I may not have seen the glare directed towards me but I certainly felt all of their hate for me."
"People are jealous of you being my girlfriend?"
"Yes, we don't need to talk about it now Harry. I'm super tired and all I want to do is sleep."
He yielded, "ok, lets go to bed." Harry walked to his dorm door and walked in, Erica closely following. "Shh... Ron and everybody are asleep. We don't want to wake them."
"Ok." Harry led her to his bed and pulled back the covers for her. Climbing in fully clothed she scooted over to the other side of the bed so he could climb under the covers with her but instead of joining her under the warm sheets he replaced them and lied down on top. "What are you doing?" she whispered as he pulled the hangings closed. "Why don't you come underneath? You're going to be cold."
"No, just sleep, ill be fine." Erica pulled out her wand and pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. "What are you doing?"
"Well, you at least need some blankets to keep warm if you're going to be such a sweetie." Erica muttered a few words while pointing her wand at the bobby pin. Soon enough she had transfigured it to a maroon and gold down comforter with brooms and snitches darting across it. Sitting up she laid the comforter on him. "It's so you." She leaned down to kiss him. Harry pulled her down making her lie beside him in his arms, the blanket creating a wall.
"Thank you. Good night, Erica. I love you."
"You're welcome, Harry. Good night. I love you too."
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Sappy! Sappy! Sappy!!! I luv it! Read and review people!! I really have only gotten one review so far for the last chap. BTW, thanks to Joy!!
Okay, this chap had a LOT of fluff. If you did not like it, oh well. This story is categorized as a romance for a reason. It will have lots of fluff and feelings in the future too. I have no idea how long this story will be but it might be until Harry has a fight with old Voldi. I don't know. I started the whole story with that in mind. She would help Harry with the first battle or something... I don't really know. For all I know I may giving away plot to people unawares... Oh well, I'll stop.
Anyways, as I was saying, expect lots n lots of fluff in future chaps. Though, possibly, not as much as this chap. Wait, I cannot guarantee that, as I have not written future chaps yet. ::borrows Malfoy's smirk::
~Esgalhothwen~