The Potters

Disclaimer: I own none of the JKR characters, but I do own the plot

I'm back people, and this time with a fresh new outlook on my Harry Potter characters! Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, Ron and Lavender are out of Hogwarts (one year) and already have families started up.

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PATTY

Chapter Four: An Affair to Remember
Amy walked back to Gryffindor Tower, ashamed of herself. She hadn't struggled as much as she should have with Tom. Her mind raced as she rethought the actions of tonight. She wanted Tom with all her heart, but she knew it was wrong. She had let Tom do that to her, she didn't struggle, or scream so people could hear her and rescue her. She enjoyed it.

"Sugar Plum Fairies," she muttered, the portrait swung forward and she entered the dimly lit common room. Harry lay sprawled out on the floor, books around her resting form. She began to question her faithfulness to Harry. She was a horrible friend, who was horribly in love with her best friend's boyfriend. What a mess.

She felt cold and dirty in her clothes. Tom had been rough and tore at her clothing, so it was even smaller, she had to tie her sleeve up because he had torn it in half. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she realized that her life was becoming disgusting. She was off having sex with her best friend's boyfriend, and was only thirteen…but she was in love.

The next morning Amy found herself sitting in class and not paying attention. Her eyes wandered over to Tom, his back faced her, but she knew that he was thinking of her.

When the bell rang, and the class began to empty the Charms room, Amy quickly grabbed her bag and left the room, hoping to see Tom walk pass into the Great Hall. She wanted him to see her, and believe that last night wasn't phony. To her greatest satisfaction, Tom had passed her in the hall and slipped a piece of parchment in her clammy hands. Harry had her hand tightly clasped in his, but had not paid any attention to the brief exchanged they had made.

Meet me in the Trophy room right after dinner. Bring your appetite

-Tom

She jumped up in glee as she read the letter. She was about to have her first trip with Tom, meaning "trip" as in sneaky sexual event. When dinner arrived, she could hardly eat. She avoided talking to Harry, not wanting to take a ride on the "guilt train". Instead, she talked to Colin Jr. He wanted to be a Photographer like his sexy yet geeky father. Amy had met Mr. Colin several times. He had married Harry's aunt, Neola.

"So, I told mum that Uncle Harry was going to get so upset if Dad went anywhere near his chocolate frogs and…" Colin droned on, and she wanted dinner to end badly. She gave him one of her plastic smiles and applied lip gloss to her drying lips.

"Wow, Colin, that was an interesting story," Amy said annoyed. She turned to face Harry, who was staring at her. Sometimes Amy could read minds, but the expression on Harry's face was straightforward. "What the hell were you doing?"

Amy swallowed hard and grinned at Harry, who continued to glare at her from down the table. Amy felt betrayed. Had Tom already spilled to Harry that he had shagged her? Did Tom suddenly break up with Harry?

"Hey, Amy…You didn't wait up for me after Charms. You said you'd wait for me?" Harry said, frowning. Amy had gone ridge when Harry started to speak, but she had gone limp with relief.

"Jesus Harry! I had to talk to Professor Flitwick, don't get your knickers in a twist!" Amy sighed. She twitched in her seat, and realized that Dumbledore was standing up from his seat. He had an announcement.

"Alright my children…we are all aware of the students that wander the halls after bed time. I must say, if you are caught, there will be a severe punishment, Mr. Filch will be the conductor of the punishment, and you will have to do as he says. And for the students who are the wanderers, please, do not get caught…think of the consequences," Dumbledore smiled at his students, and sat back down. Amy fidgeted as the students stood to head to their common room. Swiftly, as Amy detached herself from her group, but, she ran smack into Alex Potter.

"Hey there Amy, you look terrified. Are you okay?" Alex asked, giving her a concern look. Amy closed her eyes. No! If I look into those sugar brown eyes I'll lose myself… She looked.

"Alex…I have to go…meet a friend…" Amy cried, moving from his touch. His fingers left a warm tingling sensation on her skin where he had held her arms.

She needed to wash away his touch. As she moved towards the room, she rubbed at her goosebumps. He was so pure it made her feel unreal. She wiped away a tear and entered the room.

"So, what took you so long?" Tom asked. He immediately grabbed Amy about the waist and attacked her lips.

"I had to see some people, and avoid Filch of course," Amy said grinning. Tom smiled with her and pulled her closer.

"So, what do you want to do? Do you want this to be quick or slow and pleasurable?" Tom asked seductively. Amy giggled.

"Where and when did you learn to have sex and talk like that? You're only thirteen!" Amy asked. Tom shot her a glare.

"How did you learn it?!" Tom asked, pushing her against the wall roughly. Amy shrugged.

"Experience," Amy said.

"Well…me too…I've been having sex since even before your parents were born…" Tom whispered, kissing Amy's throat.

"What is that suppose to mean? My mother is twenty-nine…You're thirteen!" Amy exclaimed.

"Just shut up and shag me…"

Amy walked back to her dorm, where she found Harry sitting up in her bed reading. She had on her glasses, and looked extremely like her father. She gave her a grin when she tossed her shoes off her feet.

"You look all sweaty and flushed. What have you been?" Harry asked smiling.

"I went to work out…" Amy said averting her eyes from Harry. Amy could smell Tom all over her, and she was afraid Harry might too.

"Amy…can I ask you something?" Harry had put down her book and scooted towards the end of her bed. She leaned against the bed post and gave Amy a weird look.

"Yeah, sure," Amy pulled off her clothes.

"Are you a virgin?" Harry asked. Amy froze and turned to stare at Harry's face.

"Why do you want to know? Are you trying to judge me or something?" Amy asked slowly, turning away from Harry to pick up her towel for a quick shower.

"No! Not at all! Amy, you're my best friend, I just…I just wanted to know," Harry whispered.

"Well, no I'm not. I've had sex Harry," Amy said bravely. She walked over to Harry's bed in her towel and stood in front of her.

"We-well… how did it feel?" Harry asked blushing.

"It felt great. Why do you want to know?" Amy asked. Harry gave her a mischievous smile.

"Tom wants to do it with me. Not now, maybe fifth year or something…when I'm ready. I just…wanted to know what you thought about it," Harry said shrugging. Amy stopped breathing. She still had to remember that Harry was with Tom, and she wasn't his girlfriend…just his toy.

"Oh," she said. Bile began to rise up her throat and she swallowed it back.

"Well, have a nice shower." Harry continued her reading.

Amy smiled again, and left the room.

"Tom, I don't want you anymore. I can't do this. It's killing me every time I see her, she's doesn't deserve this!"

"You don't know what you're talking about Amy…"

"I DO! I don't want to shag anymore. I want you to be with Harry, I don't want to be your toy anymore. I want to be a normal teenager!" Amy exclaimed. Tom paced the Great Hall. It was empty, and dark. He stopped to hear if Filch was walking by.

"Listen, you don't want to do this. If you do, I won't be responsible for what I might do to you…" Tom threatened.

"I don't care! You leave me alone okay? I'll report you to Dumbledore if you come near me again!" Amy said. She walked away from him, and he let her. She was almost to the door when he had popped up out of no where in front of her.

"I don't think you fully understood me…" Tom said. He pushed Amy against the wall and bit her next roughly.

"No…" Amy shrieked.

"Yes…see, you failed Amy. You thought I would be some little boy with all this. You think you could fool me into thinking you were emotionless. But I know you have emotions…and you're very jealous of Harry. You have no idea how much prettier she is compared to you…" Tom said snidely.

"I hate you!" Amy cried. Tom had pushed her down onto the floor, and he was on top of her.

"No!"

"Shut up," he said sharply. He shot her a cold stare and struggled with her for awhile until she let out a final cry of defeat and went limp as Tom had his way with her.

She returned to her room in tears feeling disgusting as she entered the loo to throw up.

Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

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