Chapter 6: And the Like

Harry walked down by the river. He still felt like crap from breaking up with Cho. Of the many things she said, only one stuck into his head, repeating itself over and over again, with a torturing reminder of how sick and disgusting and perverted he was. "Okay," she had said, her eyes full of tears. "Okay, but… But if you ever want to come back to me I'll be there."

Harry wished she would have cried like Ginny, or even better exploded like Lavender. But she didn't. She was calm and collected, and the hurt in her face hurt even more than Lavender's words or Ginny's tears. "Okay, but… But if you ever want to come back to me I'll be there. I'll be there. If you ever want to come back. To me. I'll be there." The repetition made him sick, and he threw up into the great lake. One of the merpeople swam up and screeched. That must mean disgusting.

"I am disgusting. I'm so fucking disgusting. SCREW YOU!" He yelled.

"I'll pass," said a girly voice from behind him. "Hey, Harry."

Harry smiled meekly as his stomach did a backflip. "Parvarti. Hey."

"I've heard about… about what you did," Parvarti said. "The whole school has. And Slytherin thinks Draco is a sick bastard, and he's asked Dumbledore if he could be in Gryffindor instead. He's 'consulting the hat,'" Parvarti and Harry both chuckled, inspite of the tense mood.

"You must hate me now too, for what I did to Lav, you know.

"No. I don't, but I should," Parvarti smiled yet again.

"Cool. At least that's one girl that doesn't hate me right now. There's Hermione that hates me, of course Pansy but that's a good thing. There's Ginny and Lavender of course. There's Padma, and the like. Every girl hates me. The guys are all 'How'd you do it.' I refuse to answer," Harry said. It was so easy to talk to her. She seemed to have this way of digesting every word you said and making it's meaning 12 times more important. He leaned in closer.

"You've got freckles!" he said. Parvarti laughed.

"I said I don't hate you, but that doesn't mean I trust you," Parvarti leaned back.

"Oh. Sorry. Well, okay then," Harry said, suddenly extremely embarrassed.

"What's that piece of paper?" Parvarti asked, noticing the love-them/love-them-not list sticking out of his pocket.

"Nothing," Harry said quickly. Parvarti giggled and started wrestling Harry,

"Give me the paper!" Parvarti said childishly. They wrestled and laughed some more. All of a sudden Parvarti stopped the giggling. Harry, who'd been fighting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. He was straddling Parvarti. She looked beautiful: the sun shining in her hair, a playful twinkling was set in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her impulsively. When he looked up again, she was startled but seemed to enjoy the kiss. He stood up, and brushed himself off. He then walked away, not noticing the paper he had left behind him, as it had fallen out of his pocket.

In the Gryffindor common room

Harry thought about what had happened down by the lake. He had actually kissed Parvarti. And it felt more magical than any kiss that any other girl had given him. It had passion; pure flaming passion. It was-

None other than Parvarti herself had walked in, holding a piece of paper. Harry hung his head in shame.

"Oh shit," Harry said.

"Yeah Oh shit!" Parvarti laughed. "Maybe with time. Or, if you would prefer, now?" She smiled.

"Yeah. Now," Harry smiled back.

He he he I did it they're together now. I finished the sixth book the day after it came out. But hey I gotta go. Review and I'll write more faster. And I'll sort you into houses. 50 points for reviews. Remember, you're review will determine which house you'll be sorted in.