7. Through Her Eyes
It was at the Hallowe'en party in the Gryffindor tower.
The butterbeer must really have had an effect on him – and her, for that matter – otherwise the situation was beyond any earthy explanation: Harry and Parvati had their lips glued together, mouths opened, while their tongues were interlocked. He was pushing her towards the boys' dormitory. Her arms were firmly around his middle, fists clenched around the tissue of his t-shirt while his right arm was wound around her shoulder, pressing her against him and his left hand was resting on her buttocks.
Now they had reached the door and he blindly pressed the handle, making them stumble backwards suddenly. He closed the door again with a kick of his heel without ever breaking the embrace.
"Parvati, I badly need to … uh."
"What?" she whispered hoarsely.
"I need to shag you," he murmured into her ear, blushing. She giggled. They stumbled and fell onto a bed, Harry on top of Parvati. It was Ron's bed, which stood nearest to the door. They immediately sat up and Harry impatiently started to pull on Parvati's shirt. She elegantly raised her arms above her head and Harry tore the garment away.
"Sweet bra!" he commented under his breath.
"Thanks," she moaned, as he ran his hands up her sides and kissed the skin of her neck. He quickly removed his own shirt and she began to trace her fingers over his torso. He fingered for the clasp of her bra, undid it in a matter of seconds, pulled it to the front and slid it down her arms.
"Just lay back and relax," he told her and began to pull down her trousers.
Just then the door opened again. Silence. Harry turned his head to see Dean standing on the threshold, goggling, frozen in place. "Oops," he finally managed to say.
"Dean!" bellowed Harry, flushed, "move the hell out of here!"
"Oh. Yea. Right. Sorry, Harry, Parvati. I'll just … go now." With that he positively fled from the room and shut the door noisily. Harry sighed to hide his embarrassment and turned back to Parvati.
"Uh … let's just continue where we stopped, shall we?"
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"Well, as you can see," and he pointed at himself, "there is one way to survive the curse. However, I don't recommend that to you." He smiled unhappily. "I survived because my mother had died to save me. That's ancient protective magic and even Voldemort's curses are not strong enough to break it. Unfortunately, this protection does no longer exist for me: Voldemort can harm me now. And I don't believe he will commit this same mistake again, either.
"So, don't get the target of a killing curse. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he bellowed. Nobody laughed.
