I'm glad to see that you guys are enjoying this. Okay, I'm going to keep this short this morning, and then go work on the next chapter. I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I kind of ran out of ideas for it. I've got responses to your reviews at the end. Anyway, here we go:

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't calim them, blah blah blah. All that good stuff.

Warnings:None for this chapter, just a little scene in the closet, but it's nothing big. (Future warnings include but are not limited to violence, possible swearing, homosexual relationships/scenes, abuse, family drama, possible rape, mention of self-mutilation, eating disorders, drugs. This could really turn out to be one of the darker fics I've written this far. Fair warning.)

Chapter 3 - Closet Sex

The day seemed to just drag along for Harry. It seemed as if he would never get to lunch. He had been nodding off all through Professor Binns's history lecture. The man was an utter bore, and it had been unfair to Harry to be in this class before lunch. It was torture, pure and simple. In this class, lunch always appeared to be an unattainable thing. It danced just out of his reach.

His head was slowly making a descent for his desk. The hard faux-wooden surface wouldn't be that hard for Harry to fall asleep on. In fact, it seemed almost welcoming. He was just about to close his eyes when something dinged him in the head. With a groan, Harry pulled the note open. He glared. It was a picture of him - a crude little stick drawing - and his head shut in a locker door. 'After school, Potty,' it read at the bottom. Harry didn't even bother turning around to give Malfoy the bird. He just balled the drawing up and tossed it out the open window when Professor Binns turned his back. When would Malfoy become more than an over-developed fetus?

"Now, tonight for homework, you're to read chapters 11, 12, and 13, then answer the assessment questions at the end," Professor Binns annouced in that dead-pan voice he had. The class let out a unified groan. Before they might protest further, though, the bell for the final lunch of the day rang and signaled their freedom from History.

Gratefully, Harry headed to lunch. His stomach was loudly rioting against him for the inadequate breakfast. School lunch may not have been the most mouth-watering thing in the world, but it would do to appease Harry's appeitite until he could get home to have a proper meal. His stomach rumbled again. Ugh... Detention this afternoon, and work... It would just be so much longer before he could get home, or so it seemed...

A hand reached out for him as he passed by the janitor's closet. It pulled him in and the door slammed, throwing him into darkness. A pair of full, soft lips pressed against his in hungry passion. A pair of hands were roaming his body. They stopped at his belt and nimble fingers started roughly pulling it off as his bottom lip was clamped between his assailant's teeth. Out of pure hormonal instinct, he felt himself growing hard. Inwardly, he sighed. Couldn't this have waited until he got food in his stomach...?

"Cho," he whispered into the dark. "Cho, wait... stop a minute..."

"Why," his girlfriend whispered back. She didn't stop.

"I... Urm..." Harry cast about for an excuse. Anything to get him out of this closet... This was really the last thing he wanted today. "We used the last condom yesterday, remember? I haven't been to the store yet."

Cho sighed. Her hands immediately left Harry's body. He felt like sighing as well - in relief - but held it in. He didn't want to hurt Cho's feelings. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it just wasn't a good day... Well, perphaps he didn't want to... Another wail from his stomach reminded him where he was suppsed to be.

"You'll go today, won't you? Right after school?" Her warm lips found that sensitive spot on Harry's neck and ghosted over it. "Promise?"

"Promise, Cho. Hey, I've got to dash. Lunch and all that..."

"All right," she simpered.

Harry opened the door. Light spilled in on Cho's asian face. She was a beautiful girl, and she knew it. She always carried herself with a certain pride, and that pride was thrown into everything she did. Harry supposed that was why he admired her - for he did admire her, if nothing else. Cho Chang aspired to be a movie star one day, and Harry had no doubt that she wouldn't have any trouble making it. He wondered what she saw in him when she could have her pick of any guy in the school. He kissed her cheek before he walked out, heading for lunch.

The line had died down by the time he managed to get into the lunch hall, so he didn't have to wait long to get his meal. Ron and Hermione had already seated themselves at their usual table, Ginny sitting across from Hermione, and former two seemed to be arguing over something. He smiled a little. It seemed like Ron and Hermione could never agree on anything, except their friendship with Harry and each other. And their extreme dislike of both Malfoy and Snape.

They waved him over, and he took his normal seat beside Ron. Harry began shoveling down his food as if he hadn't eaten anything in weeks. His extremely high metabolism caused him to be constantly hungry. Luckily, it also kept his weight gain at a minimum. Otherwise, he would have been as big as London Bridge.

"So, what kept you, Harry," Ginny asked, leaning over the table to look around her brother at Harry.

"Cho. She wanted to... ask me about something."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "That girl... Harry, I thought you were going to break up with her. And now you're meeting her for closet sex?"

"I wasn't meeting her on purpose... She just kind of jumped me. And I'll get around to breaking up with her when I can. I just haven't found the right time yet... I don't want to hurt her feelings, you know."

His brunette friend just scoffed, then went back to her previous conversation with Ginny. Harry sighed to himself. Cho really was a great girl, but lately... it just seemed like they had no relationship anymore. She just wanted to have sex. All the time. And it didn't matter where they were. Cho had beed the first girl he had ever had sex with, and the first few times had been great. He once thought he loved her. Now, though, it just seemed like there was something missing between them. It had gotten monotonous. Harry had grown restless. He felt like there was something out there, something great, something just within his grasp that he was missing out on. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew that it wasn't anything to do with Cho Chang, and he had to let her go. Her heart would heal quickly, she'd find someone else. Yes, everything would be all right.

Author's Response:

emuerz: Your guess is as good as mine, chica, but things do seem to have picked up. Thanks for sticking by me.

bosquito mosquito: Yay! I was so happy when I saw your name up there! Billy Madison dance Awww, you're so good for my ego. It was REALLY good to have another review from you. You rock! And I hope I might be able to change your mind about these types of fics. Heeheehee.

Dragon: Heeheehee, I can't tell you which one it is (if it's either of them). That would be cheating. Not to mention you'd really have to reason to come back and read anymore. Lmao, so I'm going to keep my lips sealed on this one. You'll have to wait to find out.

Abitchbeyondheryears: I'm glad you didn't absolutely hate it.

Jemma Blackwell: Yay! You came back too! lotsa huggles You and Bosquito totally rule. Thanks for having faith in me heeheehee. Yeah, they might not, but I was thinking about Stone Henge and stuff. Hermione just seems the type that would be interested in that - witch or no. I kind of read her as one of those types who wants to know everything about everything. I'll be looking foward to more reviews from you. And everyone. Yeah. Thanks for sticking by me.

By the way...

So, how does everyone feel about Jacko getting off?