Passion for Potter
Chapter Three
Fen was stuffed after the feast. She felt like she had gained at least 20 pounds. The third helping of turkey tasted good going down but now felt like lead in her stomach. As she slipped out of her robes and into a nightgown her stomach let out a loud, obviously unhappy rumble. Fen looked down "Shhhh" she said to herself. She parted the comforter from the sheets and climbed into her four poster bed. The velvet felt amazing up against her cheek. He scooped up Kitten and pulled her close. Fen's eyes were closed, but she couldn't sleep. "Sleep" she commanded herself, "Please sleep". Eventually she drifted off.
What seemed to Fen like five minutes later her eyes flew open. She couldn't breath; she didn't know where she was. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. Nightmares always had this effect, but this time there was no comfort. No familiarity with her surroundings, no one to give her a hug and assure her that she was okay. Tears began to fill her wide eyes, and she let a few drip down her face.
"Hermione" she whispered "are you up?"
"No" Hermione snapped back
"But I'm scared"
"Go find your boyfriend"
"But I don't……ohhhhhh yeahhhhh. That is an excellent idea; you're even smart when you're asleep!"
"Yeah…whatever" Hermione mumbled as she turned over in her bed.
Fen got up with determination. Her dream was in the back of her mind as she walked softly across the floor and down the stairs. The floor felt cold against her bare feet. As she climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitories she suddenly became aware of just how sheer her nightgown was. Her stomach tied itself in knots, and she began to second guess her actions. "Okay, I can't very well go in there and be like I had a scary dream and not be emotional, he'd never buy it. He'd think I was just trying to get in his pants. Am I trying to get in his pants? Oh my God, I'm a slut, a cheap, tawdry slut!" She began to pace out in front of the doorway. She was twisting her fingers around themselves, tying her hands in knots. A feeling of loneliness washed over her. She began to shake as her eyes filled with tears for the second time that night. "Well its now or never, at least I've got the emotion" she thought to herself as she slowly pushed open the heavy door.
The room was extremely dark, the stone floor as cold as ever. The room looked exactly like hers, except of course for the boys sleeping in the beds. She crept silently past three of the giant four poster beds until finding Harry. She took a deep breath and moved forward. She climbed quietly onto the end of his bed, praying that his bed wouldn't squeak. With cold fingers she grabbed the thick curtains and drew them, blocking out the rest of the room.
"Harry" she whispered softly in what she hoped was a voice that sounded sensual and somewhat innocent at the same time. Then again she didn't even know if that was possible.
"Fen?" Harry's eyes opened and squinted in her direction.
"Yeah, it's me…..I'm really lonely." She said with a sniff. "God, I sound really pathetic" she thought.
"Come up here, you can sleep with me tonight."
"Alright" Fen felt her insides tremble, but her body appeared steady. She began to crawl the rest of the way up the bed and sat near Harry's head.
"You know you can come under the covers right?" Harry asked.
"Oh yeah, yeah of course I knew that. I was just…." Her voice trailed off. She had known she would be able to sleep under the covers, but what she didn't know was how much of Harry was covered. "What if he sleeps naked?" she thought. "Oh screw it, ha literally screw it" and she climbed under the heavy comforter.
The bed was warm with Harry's body heat. As she adjusted herself until she was comfortable she remained as far away from Harry as she could, she still didn't know him that well. All she knew was that she was very strongly attracted to him. It was almost all she could manage not to pounce on him that instant. She heard Harry drift off to sleep and was comforted by his light snoring. Just as she was about to fall asleep she felt Harry's hand slide over her waist drawing her in close. "Is he still asleep?" she thought as she turned over to face him. She was met by a pair of bright green eyes, only about two inches away from her own.
"Hi" Harry whispered. His breath smelled like mint.
"Hi" Fen whispered back.
Harry's hands were still on her lower back. Without warning he dragged her close. His muscular arms felt right around her waist, she felt comfortable with the situation. His bare chest against her scantily clad one instead of making her nervous calmed her down. She went weak in his arms. Wrapping her now weak arms around his neck she rested her head against his shoulder. Harry's hands traveled down and she felt them rest on her upper thigh. She wrapped her legs around his body and slid them up and down his solid legs. Harry let out a soft moan. She looked up at his face and their eyes connected. They gazed at each other for a moment before Harry leaned forward and began kissing her passionately. His tongue expertly parted her lips, and fiercely explored her mouth. Fen's eyes closed, she was in heaven. As Harry ravaged her face and neck with his tongue, she realized what she was doing.
"Harry, Harry…..stop….wait for a second……Harry" She muttered in his ear. It took him a moment to look up. His eyes were full of longing as they darted down her body and up to her face again.
"This is too fast" Fen said softly "You have no idea how badly I want you right now, but I can't feel right about what we're doing until I know you better."
"I live with my aunt and uncle, my parents are dead, my cousin's a dumb ass, and my favorite color's blue. Do you feel better? Can I shag you now?" Harry rattled off quickly.
"Oh God Yes…..NO….No, no I can't. I'm sorry Harry." And with that Fen got up, pulled her nightgown down far enough to cover her butt with as much dignity as she could and walked out as silently as she had come in. This time she wasn't as lonely.
