NOTE: If you haven't noticed, the chapter titles are from songs off Evanescence's album 'Fallen,' except this one. It is from Broken, which is Seether (Shaun Morgen is Amy's boyfriend...he kinda looks like the new guitarest in Ev) featuring Amy Leeand I advise you all to go out and buy their albums. Or download 'Broken,' especially, it's beautiful.
FALLEN
Chapter Three: I Don't Feel Right When You're Gone Away
Harry lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling. He had managed to get through the day okay, although Hermione had insisted that he went to the Hospital Wing, claiming he looked "very pale." He couldn't stop thinking about the girl, all day, and he didn't know why. But it was driving him crazy. His stomach was in a knot when she wasn't around, and it unclenched pleasently when he saw her in the halls. It reminded him of Cho, slightly. But this was more. This was deeper. This was more painful. He didn't know the girls name, and was surprised he had never noticed her before. This wasn't like him. He would've never been this way over a girl. But there was something about her that he couldn't quite grasp the idea of.
He did decline the offer to go to the Hospital Wing. So what if he was a little dizzy? He did manage to scrap up a bit to finish all his classes, and he ate fine at lunch and dinner, and preformed okay at Qudditch practice. He was fine. He didn't need medicine, and he didn't need Madame Pomfrey's lectures too much, either.
"Harry?"
He heard a voice. Or at least he thought he did. It was soft, deffinatly a woman's voice. He looked around the room and saw nothing. 'Yeah, when you start hearing things it's time to go down to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey's going to throw a fit, though..' He sat up and pushed back the curtains on his bed, and looked around again. Then he saw them. The dimly lit dark blue eyes in the corner, hidden in the shadows. Was it that creature who had spoken his name? A chill ran down his spine and for one moment the thought that this thing was not human passed through his mind. And then something clicked. Those eyes. It was the woman's eyes he saw before. The Slytherin's!
"Harry," she said again, and stepped forward.
The moonlight illuminated her figure, her pale skin, the long black hair and those eyes. She was dressed in all black, and he could no longer see the Slytherin badge on her chest. The side's of her long black hair were tied back in a ponytail, and the rest flowed down her shoulders. Her lips were in a perfect smile, and her eyes lit with pleasure and excitement. Her arms hung loosely at her side, almost to her knees. He could see distinctly the shape of her hand and the odd glassy-ness of her fingernails. He stood up and walked over to her. His mind was burning with questionshow'd she get here? She was a Slytherin, he was positive. How did she make it passed the Prefect supervision? Was it really that late at night? More importantly..what was her name?
"Come on with me," she whispered to him, "I'll explain everything later."
His mind was in a daze as he was being lead through corridors and passageways, and surprisngly, he had to run to catch up to her. The ran through many halls, passed Dumbledore's office, the Great Hall and the Prefect's bathroom. Many ways after that, they approached a stone wallhe remembered that the Slytherin Common Room had a passage much like this. But she didn't speak a password. She counted the stones and on the 6th one from the top and the 4th one from the side, she pressed it. Just like in Diagon Alley, the stones moved aside and revealed a door way. They stepped inside the room, and the stones replaced themselves after they were safely in.
The room was beautiful. It was all glass, except for the floor, which was a dark blue carpeting. You could look out, because window panes made up the roomexcept for the side with the stonesand you were looking out to a beautiful view. You were looking down on the Hogwarts grounds, and you could see very clearly, the lake. There were light blue pillows scattered on the floor, a light blue couch and a bookcase. The room was lit only by moonlight, there was no candles or torch holders. The room was domed at the top.
"Isn't it beautiful?" his captor said aloud. She danced along the room, almost gliding passed the pillows, and she was so graceful it seemed as if she were flying.
"Yeah," he muttered, still confused.
"Well," she said, beckoning him to the couch, "Come take a seat and I'll explain everything."
He attempted to walk over but stumbled on a pillow. She grinnedhe felt his cheeks burn with a slight embarresment. He sat down, exaiming her. The moonlight hit her just right, illuminating her body, her face and her black hair. The black dress clung to her figure and stirred his desire. She was sitting in the corner, where the back of the couch meets the arm, resting her arm on the couch's arm. He noticed that her dress was quite old-fashioned. Completely black, velvet, low cut, revealing cleveage and a very interesting necklace. It was old silver, and it was a cross. The sleeves of the dress draped down at the elbow, so that if she were to place her hands at her side the sleeves were about an inch from the floor. The back trailed behind her. She was wearing a Goddess's dress.
"Well," she said, "First off, I'm Alexandria, and I'm in my 6th Year as a Slytherin student."
She paused, and then took in a deep breath.
"My friend's call me Alex. You've met them before. They were messing around with your friends. The blonde one's Chaylin, and the redhead was Jessica. But that's not very important, now is it?"
He shook his headhe was clinging onto her every word, and he had a feeling she knew it.
"I bet you're wondering why I've come all the way from my common room, to yours, took you and lead you here...aren't you?" There was a sly, cunning tone to her voice that fascinated him.
"Yes."
"Well the answer is quite simple," She said, and she grinned again, her blue eyes unreadable, "I've known you, but of course, who doesn't? I've seen you in the halls, walking around with your friends, and I, perhaps, was the loudest one cheering after your heroic incidents, and all those times you won those Qudditch games. I've wanted to talk to you for so long, you see, but it was quite hard. How does one such as myself walk up to someone like you, and even say one word? But now that I've finally got the chance to speak to you alone, I wanted to tell you something I wouldn't dare tell you in public, and I hope you won't take it the wrong way."
She stopped, and her blue eyes were filled to the brim with struggle, "Harry, I think...you know...I think I kind of..." she stopped and, their eyes locked onto each other's again, and in a moment he understood. There was a tint of pink to her pale skin, and she refused to look at him in the eyes, and insted suddenly found a great interest in playing with her hands, which were resting still on her lap.
"Alex," He said, and he found it was quite hard to speak, "Well. I think that...you're really pretty..and that..I think...well...I think I feel the same way about you as you do to me, or something along those lines"
He stopped. She was sitting up again, and the excitment and reliefthe happiness on her face made her a billion times more beautiful. He suddenly realized he loved the way she looked when she was happy.
"You're not playing, are you?" She said, and her voice was shaky, as if she didn't completely want the answer.
"No."
They both weren't looking at each. In fact, they were looking at everything but each other. Their eyes darted across the room, in fear of what would happen if they did make eye contact. She leaned over and touched his hand, and that made him look at her. She was looking at him too, but the looks of relief and happiness were gone and was replaced with a longing. He put two and two together, and leaned forward also.
He loved the way her lips felt, soft and unlike his own. Her crimson lipswhich had been pressed together opened, and her tounge probed his mouth. He felt his hand slide to her hip, and he realized at once that she was kissing him backand just as passionatly. He felt her chest against his, and felt her soft hands wrapped around his neck, drawing them closer. His hand was reaching up her side, slowly. They broke apart just when it reached her rib cage. She didn't move from his embrace for a few moments, and he was the one to break away.
"I think we should go back to our Common Rooms," he sputtered.
"Yeah," she stood up, her blue eyes blank, and when she walked it was very unlike how she had walked around when they entered the room.
Before he knew it, he was lying in his bed, fast asleep, and she was gone.
Alex laughed uncontrollably. She had pulled it off, and he believed every word she spoke! He had believed everything she told him, ate every thought she fed him! All day she knew he was thinking about her. She knew that this was going to be easy. And the fact that she could tell him anything overwhelmed her with joy. It was like the feeling of a killyou have complete control over the person, and they are helpless. But with a kill, you have nothing to play with afterwards, because the soul is dead. But with this, there was a soul that you could torment and play with until she had him where she wanted him. Until she could lure him away...and the girls could make there plan offical.
"Famous Harry Potter," she said joyfully, yet there was cruelity in the tone, "The Boy Who Lived, yeah fucking right!"
