A/N: Ooooo, thank you so much to MorbidShel!!! My first reviewer! YAY!!! Oh boy, I'm so excited! Lol, anyhow, I forgot to put a disclaimer in last time so here it is:
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the wonderfully talented author, J. K. Rowling! Except of course for the people you don't recognize from the books.
Well, this chapter is out a little earlier than expected, cuz I'll be leaving this next week.
Enjoy!
New Neighbor
Chapter 2
Kira awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and happy, which was a nice change. Most mornings she found herself extremely dreary and tired.
Kira quickly got out of bed and in her pajama's she trudged downstairs. Her mother was back to her cheerful self this morning (The previous evening when Kira arrived home later than planned she was a bit perturbed and excused Kira from having dinner. For this Kira was thankful, because the odd little wobbly bubbles on the top of her mother's homemade asparagus casserole looked questionable.) and, to Kira's delight, had let her father make breakfast since he had the day off from work. Her mother was happily reading a magazine at the table, and her father was preparing what looked like a mouthwatering platter of blueberry pancakes.
"Hello Mum, hello Dad," said Kira as she slid into her spot next to her mother.
Her mother glanced up from her magazine.
"Well aren't we just jolly this morning," her mother said, eyebrows raised, "has anything in particular happened?"
"No, not much, just met someone at the park yesterday who seems nice. If you don't mind, we thought we'd meet up at noon today so we could walk around town, if that's okay with you of course, Mum," Kira said in a rush.
Mrs. Sanden exchanged a confused look with Mr. Sanden before telling her daughter she should probably hurry up and eat, seeing how it was already 10:30 in the morning and Kira had not been in the shower yet. Kira smiled, quickly finished her pancakes, which were, in fact, fabulous, and ran upstairs. After a quick shower she contemplated what to wear.
'That is odd, why do I even care how I'll look for Harry?' she thought, 'Do I care?'
She shrugged the thought out of her mind and quickly decided on a yellow halter top, which complimented her stunning hair color, and her favorite pair of faded jeans. She left her hair down to air dry, and applied a small amount of make up, including some clear lip gloss. After tossing a pair of sandals on her feet, she saw the clock. 11:40am. Perfect, just enough time to walk down to the park.
Running back downstairs, she quickly kissed her mother and father. Her mother reminded her to be back by 4 o'clock, due to her aunt and uncle who were coming for dinner, and then Kira was out the door before you could say, 'wait up!'
"How strange," said her mum.
"I agree," her father said, "but I suppose her making some friends can't be anything but good for her, don't you think?"
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Harry's morning was not near as pleasant as Kira's had been, but he couldn't complain. Dudley had not made any threats on his life all morning, and Aunt Petunia only scoffed in his direction twice. Thankfully, Uncle Vernon had already left for work, so Harry had been free of his nasty temper.
After eating a grapefruit and some toast, Harry went upstairs to get ready. He hopped in the shower and after getting out, dressed himself. He had absentmindedly picked out one of his not-so-ragged t-shirts, and his good jeans, though he himself hadn't noticed.
And now there he stood, in front of the mirror, contemplating how he would try to tame his unruly hair. After several futile attempts, he gave up, seeing how his hair seemed to deliberately want to disobey him no matter how much he tried to flatten it. After cleaning his glasses with a simple "Conspicio" spell, he headed back downstairs.
Since turning 17 a little while ago, Harry was very thankful he could finally use his wand outside of school. It was very helpful, for both practical and entertaining uses. He murmured to his aunt he'd be gone most of the afternoon. He received a scoff in return, and quickly left the house through the front door. As he reached the street, he could still hear Dudley's immense snores coming from the upstairs bedroom.
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Walking along Privet Drive, Kira was beginning to feel a little apprehensive about meeting Harry for the afternoon.
'What will we talk about?' she wondered.
Her nervous thoughts were put to rest when she saw Harry sitting on a bench, waiting for her. He grinned when he saw her, and she smiled coyly back in return.
"I figured we could walk into town a bit, maybe get some lunch?" Harry asked once she had reached him.
"Of course!" she exclaimed, but suddenly remembered. Her smile faded a bit.
"I didn't really bring any money though… I suppose I could run back and grab--"
Harry cut her off mid-sentence.
"Nonsense! I brought enough for the both of us," Harry said. He grinned. "And so without further ado, let's go!"
They left the park, walking down the main street of Little Winging.
"So," Kira started, breaking the silence between them, "will you be going to South King high school when summer ends?"
"Um, naw, I go to a… boarding school of sorts." Harry said cautiously, "It's a ways from here."
"Oh," said Kira, a tad disappointed. 'Was he hiding something?' 'No, of course not Kira! It's just a boarding school…'
They continued walking down main street, just talking. Harry entertained Kira with some comical stories of his cousin's stupidity, and she told him a little about her dancing. It felt so natural to Kira, and she wondered why. It wasn't like she hadn't ever had friends before, but at those times when she did, she had always felt awkward.
They stopped for lunch at a small deli, and afterwards bought ice cream. They spent a while at the local arcade, Kira beating Harry at most of the competitions, though Kira suspected a few times he was letting her win. They laughed together, and playfully shoved each other when one teased the other. At three thirty Kira told Harry they should probably head back, since she had to prepare for dinner with her relatives.
Walking back, Harry asked, "what sort of relatives?"
"My favorite aunt and uncle," Kira replied, "I love whenever they come to visit. I suppose my parents think them strange a bit, but I love their quirkiness."
"Well my aunt and uncle would be what you would call, 'quirky' also, but I sure not in the same way," Harry replied, and went on to describe his aunt and uncle. Kira laughed in all the right places, whenever Harry animatedly described something comical, like Vernon's three chins.
"I hadn't realized you live with your aunt and uncle," said Kira when he had finished. "If you don't mind me asking, where are your parents?"
"They died," Harry said. When Kira opened her to ask the circumstances, Harry said, "and it's kind of complicated," rather defensively.
"Oh, okay," said Kira, giving him a questioning look. She decided to leave him be, since he was obviously touchy about the subject.
When they neared #4, Kira said, "well, maybe I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Wait a minute, you. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk you home?" Harry asked her jokingly.
Kira smiled. "Not a very good one I suppose."
Once they reached #9, Kira turned to face him.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow then?"
Harry took a step towards her.
"Of course," he said. He was standing fairly close now. 'Geez, he's tall," Kira noted.
"Um, well, I had a good time today," she said, blushing.
"Mmhmm," he murmured, and he leaned down and gently kissed her cheek.
He pulled away slowly, and Kira smiled. "See you," she said and turned towards her house.
When she reached her door, she turned around and waved.
Harry flashed her a grin, right before she entered her house.
Kira smiled to herself, remembering how soft his lips felt against her cheek. She walked through the house, and was glad to find a letter on the refrigerator. It was a note from her parents telling her they had left for the supermarket to grab some things for dinner. She was thankful they had left, because had they seen her with Harry, they most certainly would have bombarded her with questions the second she walked in the door.
She bounced up the stairs and entered her bedroom. She freshened up at her vanity and when she heard her parent's car in the driveway, she went back downstairs to help bring in the groceries.
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'Why did I kiss her again?' Harry wondered to himself. It was only a kiss on the cheek after all, but… 'She is pretty in any case, soft, full lips, clear skin… and those eyes, sheesh! They're almost enchanting! Her hair is so striking too…and of there's her athletic body, nice. Wait, do I fancy her??' Harry shook the thought from his mind. She was a muggle! He couldn't fancy her, it would never work. He could never date someone and hide his biggest secret from her the entire time.
'No,' he thought to himself, 'I can't let this go too far, it wouldn't be fair to her.'
And with that he stepped into his house, but not before wondering how her full lips would feel against his…
A/N: SOOOO, what did you think?? This chapter was a little shorter than my first, but if I got into the dinner Kira is gonna have w/her aunt and uncle, it would be too long.
Ummmm… please forgive me if I make up some spells for Harry to use, like the "Conspicio" one… I'm sure there is an actual non-made up on in the books, I'm just too lazy to look it up. And I know Harry's birthday is probably later in the summer, but oh well, I changed it, don't sue me!
Leaving for a family trip tomorrow, so won't have chapter three for you for an entire week! Okay, now go Read & Review!!!
