Ok well here goes chapter two. I reall enjoyed writing this chapter, which you will probably think is weird after you read it!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these marvellous characters, they're all JK's!
That night Harry sat waiting nervously as he watched the clock tick the minutes past. He had already showered twice and changed his outfit a dozen times.
"You're acting like a right girl." Ron had told him with a laugh as he headed out to meet up with his girlfriend. Upon hearing that comment Harry had decided to not change his clothes again. In a fleeting attempt to pass the time he went into the bathroom. He knew he would lose this fight but decided to try anyway, he looked at his face in the mirror. Time for some hair damage control, he thought, as he tried to flatten it. Soon though he let out a sigh, this was one battle he could never win. He walked back into his living room. It was decorated in the traditional Gryffindor colours of red and gold. With maroon wallpaper complimenting the golden sofa and soft-looking wooden floorboards. Harry looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was, finally, time to go meet his date for the evening. He grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fire.
"Diagon Alley!" He called clearly, after his first experience with floo-powder he was very careful now. A roar of green flames enveloped him and soon he was tumbling out of one of the public fireplaces in Diagon Alley. He stood up quickly and dusted the soot off of his forest green robes, his charcoal trousers and white shirt. His head jerked sideways as he heard a familiar twinkling laughter. He turned his whole body to face her, the woman he loved. She was wearing a dark blue robe over a floor-length denim skirt and a dark green shirt. A shirt that matched his robes perfectly. He hugged her tightly.
"Oi Harry! Let me go, you're squashing me!" She told him and hit him lightly on the arm.
"Sorry love." He said and loosened his hold on her. He led her away from the busy fireplaces and down the main stretch of Diagon Alley. The place looked breath taking at night. With many of the shops closed there weren't as many people there. Small lights were dancing in the air, sort of like the ones at the Yule Ball Harry noted. Soft music wafted through the air from the various restaurants they pasted as they strolled down the street. Harry headed towards the restaurant that he had booked a table at. The owner was extremely obliging to him and was going to give them a very private booth. He led his date inside and they were shown to their secluded table. The whole place was lit by soft candlelight that was enchanted to flicker but never die. The whole atmosphere of the place was one of love and peace. Music could be picked for your particular booth to make the feel of the whole evening and meal more personalised.
The couple sat down and received their menus. They sat talking quietly about trivial things as they looked through the menu. They ordered and that's where things went downhill. As they waited for their meal they talked about everything under the stars. Harry was just building up the courage to tell her how he felt when a shrieking voice reached his ears.
"Harry! Dahling!" The voice said and they both turned to see who it was. The body behind the voice soon appeared. It was none other than Clare Reimont. Harry had dated her back in his sixth year; she was only a fifth year then. She was a Hufflepuff but an extremely sly one.
On that evening she was wearing a flimsy red robe which hung loosely on her shoulder, as she hadn't bothered to fasten it closed, over a tight red dress that clung too close to her skin. The low-cut top of the dress showed way too much cleavage to be acceptable and it ended much higher than mid-thigh. Her brilliant blonde hair, which was once short and neat, was now flowing in lustrous waves down her back. Harry grimaced inwardly at the sight of her; he didn't think he'd ever see her again. She instantly launched herself onto him, smothering him with kisses that he was less than eager to receive.
"I haven't seen you since you came back. It's been too long dahling." She told him as though he'd been on a trip, not fighting the darkest wizard known the magic-kind. She plopped herself down next to him. She smiled insincerely across the table at his companion, remembering her from Hogwarts. She quickly turned her attention back to Harry and started talking about some utter nonsense to do with her and some of her friends going shopping for a muggle-style ball to celebrate Harry's defeat of you-know-who.
"I think you mean Voldemort." Harry's date said cattily, interrupting Clare. "I can't believe you're still scared to say his name!" She scoffed. Clare cast a critical eye over her.
"Still trying to impress him I see." She said, her hand indicating towards Harry when she said him. "Don't worry your not-so-pretty little head about him hunny. He's way out of your league and way into mine." She glared at the young woman across the table. Harry could sense the tension between the two. Neither girl was backing down.
The next thing he knew he was being kissed, at first the kiss was rough and callous then it softened as the woman kissing him put her hand behind his neck to pull him closer to her. It's got to be her, Clare wouldn't dare do this, not to me; he thought. So he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her with equal passion. Pouring all of his love into that one kiss, he didn't even notice the heartfelt sob or the whispered goodbye of the other person as she ran out of the restaurant, tears streaming from her eyes.
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