"Hey you two, where have you been?" Harry asked as Storm and Hermione walked into the room.
"Out," Storm said simply taking Harry's cloak and stood beside him. "Thank you for letting me borrow your cloak. I might take it again though, so be warned. I have no idea where mine has gone," Storm smiled.
"Just warn me when you take it so I know I haven't lost it. Anyway, if your bag is any hint to how you keep your room, then it's no surprise you've lost your cloak," Harry said.
"And what exactly do you mean by that?" Storm asked offended.
"Only that you're messy," Harry smiled and Storm laughed.
"Are you just now figuring that out? Hermione could have told you that the first day of school," Storm joked.
"I'm glad you embrace your untidiness," Harry said.
"Why deny it? I've always been untidy. But be careful about letting me into your guy's dorm a lot. I'll turn it into a disaster," Storm teased.
"Yeah and then I'll have to make you clean it all up," Harry said in a serious, fatherly tone.
Storm wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. "Yeah, but you'll still love me."
"Yes darling, I'll still love you," Harry said picking her up by the waist and spinning her around. Storm laughed and kissed him.
"Okay, I guess I'll leave you two alone," Hermione said and walked up to her dorm.
Storm laughed at Hermione's hasty departure. She grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him over to the fireplace. Harry sat down and pulled Storm down to sit between his legs with her head laying back on his chest. He could tell she was thinking so he just held her.
And she was thinking. What was she doing getting mixed up with Harry? He had enough on his hands without her complicating it more. But she was happy. She couldn't remember the last time she had laughed and smiled more.
Up to the time she arrived at Hogwarts, her life had been filled with sorrow and pain. She had always been alone and she never trusted anyone. And now she had three people who she considered her best friends and she was trying to learn to trust. She really was.
And now, her feelings for Harry was starting to grow. She didn't know what to make of her new found feelings. She knew he felt something for her. It was in his eyes, his touch, his smile. But should she put him at risk to satisfy this…feeling?
She didn't know. All she knew was that right now, with his arms around her, she felt good. She like having someone to lean on, someone to put her trust in.
She leaned up slowly and turned her head to look into his eyes. The look he gave her said he needed her and at that time, she realized that she needed him too. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
He pulled back and looked at her. They both had questions that needed to be answered. He decided he would ask the first one. "What are we Storm? Are we still just friends or are we more?"
"I don't know Harry."
"Why don't you know Storm? It's not that difficult of a question."
"I know Harry," Storm said not knowing how to say what she was feeling. "I don't know how to say what I want to say so I'm just going to say it. I've never had a good working relationship. I've had a few boyfriends but we didn't exactly talk." Storm paused to think of what to say. "I don't know if I'll be good at this whole relationship stuff."
Harry smiled at her, "Do you think I'm any better at it? The one girlfriend I had ran away in tears every time I talked to her."
"Are you serious? Why was that?" Storm asked curiously.
"Because I was the only one there when her ex-boyfriend got killed in my fourth year."
"Cedric Diggory," Storm said.
Harry looked confused. "How do you…"
"It was in the papers," Storm stated before Harry could finish the question.
"Of course," Harry said even, realizing that he should have known that everyone would have read about that.
"Maybe we could learn this relationship thing together," Storm suggested, sending him a teasing smile.
Harry smiled back and lightly kissed her cheek, "Maybe we could."
Storm smiled again at him and laid back into his arms. She knew that being with him was right but she still had some fears. She didn't think she could bear it if he got hurt. He meant more to her than anyone else.