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Okay, okay, I've at least gotten more hits, that's a start. I just want to publish my stories somewhere. Uh, I don't own Harry Potter. I do, however, own Sarah!

Chapter 3-Missing!

"That little snot nosed brat! I don't believe the bloody idiot!" I was enraged. Harry tried to calm me down, but didn't interfere anymore after I had thrown a sharp object towards the direction of his voice, dangerously close to his face.

My room looked like a tornado had hit it. Being a very organized person, my room looked naturally clean, but upon entering right now, my clothes were sprawled on the floor along with half of my belongings-the other half was on my unmade bed with the mattress misplaced-and the end table next to my bed was flipped with my broken lamp on the ground.

The immediate conclusion of Draco doing this was probably incorrect. I wondered 'Who would do this to me?' but my second thought was 'What would they have stolen?' My mind scanned every possible thing of value I had or anything peculiar I owned. Immediately, I stopped fuming, and looked in my end table drawer. It was empty. Frantically, I searched through my strewn belongings and found no sign of it.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it!" I said, through boughs of tears. I sat on my bed and cried through my fingers as Harry hesitantly came over and sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him.

"It's okay, it's okay," he said, in a soothing voice. "Calm down, tell me what's wrong." My crying was now in short sputters. How can he bear to listen to me? His robe was nearly soaked through where my tears had fallen on him. He stroked my hair and kept whispering, "It's okay, it's okay," and I looked up into his green eyes-they were so full of warmth and caring, and... and love. I could see he had been through so much, but he still was strong enough to give.

"They took it Harry!" I chocked out, burying my face in his robes.

"Took what?" He replied in confusion. I breathed in and out, trying to stop my salty tears.

"When I first came to Hogwarts, my mom and dad gave me a necklace made from Dragon Scales and Phoenix Feathers. My mom said it was a very important family heirloom that had unimaginable powers, and she told me to wear it at all times. I did, but when I play Quidditch, I don't want it to catch onto anything or fall off, so I hid it in my end table. It's not there anymore, and I don't know what they were talking about when they said 'unimaginable powers.' Harry, I'm really scared of what it might do if someone knows how to use it."

"Don't worry, Sarah, we'll find it, I swear. I bet you Malfoy has it, that filthy little..." I put a finger to Harry's lips.

"Don't give him the gratification he craves," my face fell downcast. "I know why he does it, and I think he does it on purpose." Harry's anger seemed to recede, and his tension decreased. I faced his body and took his hand into mine and stared in his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said to me. Now that we faced each other, Harry slid his hand down my back and around my waist and took my chin lightly in his hand. "You're always right, and that's why you're so perfect."

"Are you sure this won't ruin our competition on the field, Harry?" He laughed at me.

"No, it can only help ours in bed," he said, causing me to laugh. Slowly, he kissed me-lightly, yet, with enough pressure to really feel it. His tongue slid between my lips and met with mine, beckoning for me to return the favor. Wh slowly fell backwards in out sweet embrace and I landed on the bed, staring into his eyes. His hands both held and caressed my hips and inner thighs, and he began to gently, but longingly kiss my neck.

"I love you, Harry," I whispered as he continued. He trailed kisses up my neck to my ears, cheek, and stopped before he reached my lips.

"Sarah, I want you to know that I swear I won't do anything you don't want me to do, because I love you, too." As he kissed me on the lips, his hands slid up my shirt toward my breasts. This was too much, so I gently grabbed his arms and smoothly stroked them as I pulled them back and was hand in hand with him. He did not have any resistance when I pulled his hands down, which made my trust in him grow. He pulled his lips away from mine, and stared me in the eyes. My head began to pound.

"Harry, my head is hurting again," I said, as he leaned over me and stroked my hear. I was asleep before I knew it.

Yes, yes, it sounds like a Mary Sue now, but later, well, it will be worse. Don't worry, it's not a Mary Sue, maybe... Well, Chapter 4 will be intense. It's been written already, I'm just too lazy to type it now. I also know that my last 2 chapters were short, so the next will be longer, I promise! flips through pages Oh yeah, longer. A little at least. Review, please?