Prologue
Ronald Weasley let out a loud laugh making his pumpkin juice come out of his nose. Hermione Granger's face fell and her lips went pale. Harry Potter shrugged with a confused smile on his face, he didn't know weather his friends were happy for him or thought he was joking. He really was in love with this girl and she seemed to be in love with him too. Why couldn't they see that? Harry felt Hermione put a hand on his arm lightly shaking her head, her eyes pleading with his asking if it was a joke. Harry shallowed hard and forced a smile.
"Come you guys, I was just kidding. I would never fall for Parkinson."
Harry lied. He watched as the color came back into Hermione's face and as Ron laughed louder. Harry laughed lightly too watching out of the corner of his eye, the short black haired girl with the silver grey eyes turned out of the Great Hall storming into the Slytherin Common.
Chapter One
Harry Potter, the boy with the scar on his forehead, the boy who didn't know love, the boy who acted as if he was bi-polar and couldn't do anything about it. The boy who lived.
Harry Potter, the boy with the long jet black and almond shaped green eyes, the boy who was the only one to love a Slytherin.
"Hey Harry!"
Harry jumped to see his lovely girlfriend Lavender Brown, ever since she broke up with Seamus she came running to Harry and Harry just wanted someone to keep his mind off other things. He forced a fake smile on his charming face pushing up his glasses to take a good looking at her. She was pretty, a great body with nice round breast, rosy cheeks and full lips with long brown hair that reached down to her shoulders, and creamy brown eyes to match.
"Hey Lav..."
Harry trailed off looking outside the window. The winter snow falling calmly taking it's time as if it was in no hurry for spring. He sighed feeling Lavender's hand gripped into his, at first Harry thought of pulling away but than he slowly relaxed and realized they were together. He didn't understand why it was so hard for him to connect with the opposite sex, he always knew what to say to Hermione and just how to say it, but maybe it was because they've been friends since first year or maybe it was because she was Ronald Weasley, Harry's other best friend, girlfriend. He knew he couldn't fight it, he knew he was going to have to tell Lavender it was over somehow. He knew he would have to tell her he never had feelings for her in the first place. He just didn't know when.
"Harry? Were you listening to me?"
Harry shook his head removing his hand from hers to rub his eyes.
"What? No, I'm sorry, Lav..."
Harry muttered letting out a sigh. He watched as Lavender pouted her lips than smiled kissing his cheek leaving her red lipstick there. He faked another smile at her as she began to lick her thumb and rub it across his cheek to get the lipstick off. Harry shook his head as Lavender let out a girlish giggle.
"Stop it, Harry."
"Lav...stop...really Lav, stop!"
Harry took her arm holding them against her. Lavender's smile fading from her face, her eyes wide, Harry shallowed hard letting go of her hands from her chest. He looked at her arms that glowed red from where he held them tightly.
"Lavender, I'm sorry."
"I'll see you later, Harry. When you cooled off."
She told him walking off rubbing her wrist. Harry nodded leaning against the cold bricked wall, his back warm and his throat dried. He had no clue what he had done and who he had became when he touched Lavender. He knew it was an accident, and he prayed she knew it too.
"Smooth, Potter, next time why don't you bring out the wipes and chains?"
He heard a voice, a cool voice. He looked over at the person. Her short black hair hanging over pale face and her silver eyes glowing with fire. Her cold smile on her face. She walked over to Harry in a cool matter, her hips moving side to side slightly as she walked. Her hips shaped into perfection. Harry rolled his eyes at her.
"Clever, Parkinson. Is it time to go give Malfoy a blow-job yet?"
Harry smirked, he loved the game. Harry watched as she pushed back her black hair as it fell back over to her eyes.
"Funny, Potter."
She shrugged crossing her arms. Harry looked down at her breast as she did. She noticed and smirked slightly at Harry.
"Lavender not giving you pleasure, Potter?"
Harry's face glowed a deep red. He didn't want to talk about his personal life with Lavender, he always hated it when Ron brought it up about his sex life. It wasn't that Lavender didn't give him pleasure it was just that he never really went far with her. He always seemed to stop and talk about the sky or asked how her day went.
"But out, about Lavender."
Harry warned putting a hand at his waist, he knew really wasn't going to use his wand, but only use it as a warning. He watched Pansy walked over to him, Harry felt his self leaning against the wall, only this time it was hot, hot and sweaty. He felt Pansy's body pushed against his and her breath on his neck. He watched as she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as if inhaling his soul.
"Your one butt, I wouldn't want to butt out of."
She whispered pushing her hands onto his chest. Harry held back a soft moan in his throat as he felt her pretty hands slip around his waist and onto his bare skin. Pansy smiled pulling herself away from him walking away. Harry let out a sigh rubbing his eyes. Pansy wasn't going to get to him. No one was. He wasn't going to let himself love or fall in love. Not even with Lavender. Not even with his best friends.
