A girl, who seemed to be in her sixth year at Hogwarts and about four inches shorter than the average sixteen year old, walked into the gryffindor common room. The light from the moon shone through the windows and reflected on her tightly curled dark brown hair, which came up to her shoulders, and on her emerald green eyes. Since she was wearing a cloak with red on it, she had to of been in Gryffindor. She was a brave girl, after all. She was a big cat person. She had her own, a fluffy black-haired kitten, she had named it Marie. Speaking of names, the girl's name was Sarah. She reached the portrait hole. But before she walked in, though, she checked her arm, to make sure it was covered. There was something on it that she had to keep secret. No, it wasn't the dark mark, it was something personal, that everytime she looked at her arm, she cried. But she couldn't tell anyone was it really was. She couldn't possibly. She was too afraid. After, she walked into the hole, and sat in the chair closest to the fire. She sighed, she was really tired. She kept pulling her sleeves down.
It was late on an October night.
She felt like someone had sat next to her, and was looking at her. She looked up at them, her emerald eyes reflecting the firelight, mking them seem as if they were jewels.
"Hello Harry." She said to him. She smiled.
"Hello Sarah." He replied. He seemed nervous.
"Harry, I need to talk to you about something." Sarah spluttered out. She thought for a moment after saying this. Should she reveal her love for Harry? She had liked him a lot since she had met him.
"I need to talk to you too." He replied. Could it be?
"How about now?" She asked him. He nodded. "I don't know how to ask this, but...do you want to get together, as in...?"
He nodded.
"I really, really like you, Harry.." She said to him in her strong british accent.
'I like you too, Sarah." He replied with a smile. She smiled back.
"WHAT!" A voice shouted from behind them. It was Hermione.
"I said, and I quote, 'I really really like you Harry.'. And he said, 'I like you too, Sarah.'" Sarah replied to Hermione.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Nothing, don't worry." She said.
Sarah pulled down her sleeve again.
"Why do you keep on doing that?" Harry asked her.
"Doing what?" Sarah asked him, even though she knew full well.
"Pulling your sleeve down."
"It's a..habit. I always do that..to..hide..things..on my...arm."
"Like what?"
"Nothing."
"Whatever it is, I don't care." Harry said, hugging her.
"If we are together, then you should care, Harry." She said, trying to smile. But she couldn't. Tears started to form in her eyes. She tried to hold them back, but they wouldn't keep back. One tear rolled down her cheek.
He grabbed her arm and brought her to the boys dormitory, and sat on the end of his bed, and let her sit next to him.
"Since we are, I should know. What's on your arm?" He asked her.
"Oh, Harry!" Sarah said, and started crying. Uncontrollable tears ran down her cheeks, she shook with every half-sob.
Harry hugged her sympathetically. Then he let her rest her head on his shoulder. Then he hugged her again.
"O-ok, I'll s-s-show you m-my arm n-now." Sarah managed to get out in between her sobs. She stopped, but now and then a tear ran down her cheek. She hesitated for a moment. Then, she moved her sleeve up, to her shoulder. It was her right arm. She used her left hand to write things with. Harry didn't say anything. Neither did Sarah. She looked at the ground. She felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks again. Until it happened. Harry moved closer to her. She looked up at him, her eyes now shining with tears. He smiled at her, then brought her into a hug, her face in his chest.
"It'll be okay." He said to her in her ear. Sarah looked up at him straight in his face, eye to eye. She smiled at him, then leaned her head on his chest again. he put his arm around her, like a half hug, but he didn't let go. He kissed the top of her head.
"I like you more than you could imagine." Sarah whispered. She cuddled into his chest more, and he put his head on top of hers, kind of like it was leaning. Sarah smiled, and closed her eyes. Harry moved, so now they were lying down on his bed, Harry's head on his pillow, Sarah's head on his chest. he was lying face-up.
Sarah closed her eyes. She felt so sleepy. Harry stole a glance of her, and he smiled.
"Your so..beautiful." Harry whispered, and Sarah smiled, and cuddled into him more. He took her hand. He closed his eyes.
They fell asleep.
"Harry. Harry. Harry." A voice said. Harry opened his eyes. He widened them. Sarah was still lying on him, sleeping.
"Wh-what happened?" He asked.
"You must of fallen asleep. While you were talking to her last night." Ron said.
"Why didn't you wake us up?" Harry asked him.
"You looked so peaceful, and we didn't want to disturb you. Well, actually, we did try to wake you up once or twice, but you were too deeply asleep, and you wouldn't let go of her hand." Ron said.
"Sarah. Wake up, Sarah." Harry said to her, slightly shaking her, and she screwed up her face, and opened her eyes.
"Oh my god! What happened?" She asked, frightened a little, then noticed her sleeve was pulled up still, and she moved it down.
"You guys didn't do much, don't worry." Ron replied.
"Not that! Why didn't you wake us up! Now the other girls are going to suspect something..but that's fine. I don't care." Sarah said, getting up and looking around for her big cloak, she had never taken it off until last night when they were in here. She found it, and whipped it on. She went to walk out.
"Oh!" She said, turning around, writing something on a piece of parchment with a quill that was similar to the one that Umbridge had made Harry use when he was doing detention with her. Harry looked at her as if he knew that it was the same kind. But it didn't make marks on her hand. Somewhere else. She gave the note to Harry. Then smiled at him.
"Happy Halloween." She said, smiling, then walked out, her large cloak whipping along with her as she turned around.
It was now breakfast time, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were talking in the Great Hall.
"She's pretty." Hermione said, looking at Sarah, who was talking to some of her friends, "You just need to get to know her. Then you'll know that she isn't what she seems."
"Pretty, Hermione? She's beautiful. She's most wanted by the guys. I should know, I am one." Ron said to Hermione.
"I know firsthand what she's like. Shes in our dormitory every night crying. Nobody knows why, though. She's weird, Harry. Just get to know her better, if you know what I mean." Hermione said, now looking at Harry.
"I already know. She showed me last night, why she cries every night. I just can't figure out why, though. You should have seen her last night. She was sobbing crying. I felt horrible." Harry said. "I mean, like, I felt bad, but I still like her."
"Really? I didn't know why she cried every night. Does it have to do with her pulling down her sleeve every second? Is that what she showed you?" Hermione asked him. He gave her a small nod. "Oh! I ment to ask her why. Didn't have the time. But I'll talk to her tonight."
"No, don't. She'll know I told. Give it a night or two." Harry told her.
"What are you two talking about? Her sleeve? I used to think she did that becasue she had a dark mark on her arm! That's really why?" Ron asked, but Harry glared at him for a second, then nodded.
"It's not the dark mark, Ron. She would of been put in Slytherin if she had that. Probably. Can I ask her if the sorting hat had considered putting her in any other house?" Hermione asked Harry.
"Yea." He said, ad watched Sarah walk pass them, and she looked straight at him, and put one finger up.
"What's that about, Harry?" Ron asked, but Harry did not reply. He just looked at the note, and hid it when Ron tried to read it over his shoulder.
"I gotta go, I got a lot to study for." Harry said quietly, and got up and walked out of the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione exchanged looks, and stayed silent as her walked out.
The note said,
'Harry-
Meet me in the Gryffindor Common Room, I think it's time I told you why I really always hid my arm. And, to get to know each other better.
-Sarah'
He walked into the common room, to find Sarah sitting on the floor, staring straight into the fire.
"Sarah. I'm here." Harry said to her, and she looked around at him. Her eyes were filing with tears, they reflected in the firelight, and made her eyes seem like jewels. She smiled a teary smile, and he walked over to her. he sat next to her, also looking into the fire.
"My mum was a drunk. And insane. She lit her mattress on fire one night, and we ran out. My father never made it out. He died in the fire. My mum didn't have money, so we had to stay in that house for a little while, after the fire thigs died out. We moved into a new home, eventually. Then, Voldemort came to our house, and murdered her. I was nine, and I saw the whole thing happen. Him preform the most deadly of all curses on my mother. It's still in my memory. I was alone, and an orphan. I got adopted when I was nine, by a really nice family. Hermione is my step-sister. But the reminance of the past? Never went away. I still am under so much stress, Harry. I'm becoming worse and worse. I'm going to tell Hermione later. Maybe she can help me, too." Sarah said, startling Harry when she began crying harder.
Harry put his arm around her, and whispered in her ear.
"I love you."
Sarah looked at him for a moment. She smiled.
"I love you too."
Their faces were really close. They were looking into each other's eyes. They moved slowly closer. And closer.
Then it happened. They kissed. For a while. About 15 full minutes. With their mouths closed, though. Sarah made sure of that.
Then the common room portrait opened. They were suprised and startled, so they pulled away from each other quickly. Ron was standing in the common room, looking at them. He had seen them kissing. He smirked.
"I..better go...and..wash up..in a bathroom.." Sarah said, still suprised.
"Promise me..you wont...you know." Harry said to her, and she nodded, and then, smiling, Sarah walked out of the common room.
"Whoa!" Ron said, staring wide-eyed at Harry. Hermione walked up next to him.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, very curious.
"Oh, just Harry, Sarah, sitting at the fire, glued together, biting each other's lips." Ron said, still smirking at Harry. "How was it, Harry? Was it good? How long? Tell!"
"Oh, Ron. Leave poor Harry alone." Hermione said, looking a bit disgusted
"I know she's your sister." Harry said to Hermione.
"I know, I ment to tell you." Hermione said, then walked up the girl's dormitory.
"So, how was it?" Ron asked, still interested.
"It was..amazing." Harry said, widening his eyes.
"Like..?" Ron asked again.
"Well I enjoyed every minute of it. It lasted fifteen full minutes. It would of lasted longer. I wish it would of. I was having a good time." Harry said.
"What else happened?" Ron asked again.
"We only kissed. No futher." Harry said.
"Okay. I'm going to get my books for transfiguration. See you there." Ron said to Harry, then headed upstairs.
Harry sat staring into the fire some more, then Ron came back downstairs, and left the common room. About five seconds later, Sarah came back into the room.
"Why did Ron wink at me?" Sarah asked, half-laughing.
"He's being Ron." Harry said.
"Want to do that again? For--" Sarah started to asked him, but she really didn't have to. He started to kiss her again.
But this time, it was different.
She actually did open her mouth.
And he did the same with his.
That kiss was more than just a regular kiss.
It also lasted 20 minutes.
The first class had ended.
Five minutes later, they stopped. It had now been twenty-five minutes since they had started
"We missed Transfiguration." Sarah pointed out.
"It was worth it." Harry said, smiling huge.
They were still sitting infront of the fire.
"You're in your sixth year, right, Harry? I still wasn't sure." Sarah asked him, and he nodded, still smiling.
"So am I. Well, that's obvious, we're in each other's classes." Sarah said.
Harry got up. Sarah still stared into the fire, thinking about her mum. Then, Harry sat behind her, and put his arms around her waist.
"Hey!" Sarah giggled. She took his hands. He rocked her slightly back and forth. She started to sing a tune.
"You're a really good singer, did you know?" Harry told her.
"Thank you, but now, I think we should get to potions. Before Snape gets us in trouble." Sarah said darkly.
"I hate him." Harry said, and Sarah nodded in agreement, and they got up, and Sarah fixed the skirt she was wearing, and took Harry's hand, and walked out. Then she let go. They walked down the hall together.