Well, here's the second chapter, shorter than the previous chapter, but I wanted to get this done and written, and seemed like a good place to leave the ending, as you will see later on.

Anyway, enjoy…

Discovering Harry

Chapter Two : Like light to the flies

It had been ten whole minutes. Ten long painful minutes since Harry had seen Hermione. He had left Draco and his other friends back at the booth, he could faintly here Draco calling out to him, but that was past him now. Harry did not care. He attempted to move back to the bar in hope that he could see better above the crowd.

As he was nearing the bar, it was as if the crowds had separated for him, as standing right in front of him was the beauty he had laid eyes upon only ten short minutes ago.

Her milky soft skin with a pink tinge on her cheeks, her long brown hair shining with curls, her big brown eyes and that god dam sexy smile. Harry was intoxicated, mesmerized, completely lost within her.

He had to figure out a way to talk to her, because he did not want to mess it up.

He walked to the bar and stood beside her, and ordered another drink. He looked at her profile even closer and found it even more perfect than from afar.

She seemed to have noticed he was staring at her, as she turned to look at him and smiled.

"What?" she asked in a low sexy voice. Harry could hardly contain himself anymore.

"Erm, nothing. You just…" Harry stopped, 'Oh dear god! You're fucking this up Harry! Get a grip on yourself!' he thought.

"I just…what?" she asked with full attention on him.

"You just…look…beautiful" Harry said in a mere whisper. He wasn't sure she had heard him, but she smiled at him as a reply.

"Jason," Harry introduced himself holding out his hand, "Jason…Davies"

"Hermione Granger" she replied shaking his hand.

"So," Harry started, "what are you doing in a bar like this? Is hogwarts not enough excitement for you?"

"Who said I go to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked him with her eyebrows raised.

"Oh, erm, I just…assumed that you did, because, well, you know, you look like a student, and I don't see you in here often." Harry blushed as he realized that he was probably sounding incredibly stupid.

"How do you know I don't go to other places?" Hermione replied.

There was a moments silence, when Harry had looked extremely embarrassed, then Hermione burst out laughing. How did she make him feel this way? He was never normally this shy around girls.

"Oh, I am sorry. You're right. I do go to Hogwarts. Erm, I'm deputy head girl in fact" she said uncomfortably.

"Nothing wrong with that." Harry stopped as he heard a familiar tune come onto the speakers. "Say, would you like to dance, maybe? With me?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Yes, sure, I love this song! 'Hot Magic' are one of my favourite bands." Hermione said as she nodded her head to the music.

Harry made a mental note as they both finished their drinks, and Harry lead Hermione to the dance floor. It was a fast tempo dance song, in which many of the other people on the dance floor were grinding with each other to the music. Hermione started to dance soon followed by Harry who could not take his eyes off her graceful body. She swayed her hips from side to side and her body was fluidly moving to the music. She started to get closer to Harry, and closer still, until there was no air between them. Their heads moved towards each other, and Harry tilted his head to the side awaiting some sort of explosion in his mind.

But it never came.

There were lips were centimeters apart, when Hermione was yanked away from Harry by someone else.

"What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?"

A boy had yanked Hermione away from Harry, and was now heading towards the exit. Harry reacted almost instantly running to block Hermione's route.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going? Is this guy you're boyfriend or something?" Harry asked looking at her intently, wishing everything in the world that she wasn't going to say yes.

"No, I'm not her boyfriend." the boy replied, "Look mate, you can have probably any girl here, but you can't have this one." The boy looked threatingly at Harry, and it was more his attitude than anything else that held Harry back from hurting him.

The boy started to move again towards the exit, but Harry had grasped Hermione's wrist in an attempt to communicate to her for a little longer.

"Hermione, what-"

"Look Jason," Harry was cut off, and was confused for a second when she called him Jason, "This is wrong. I can't…I have to go." Hermione sighed.

She looked at the boy next to her, and something seemed to be said between them that no one else would have understood.

Hermione pushed past Harry, and the boy followed her towards the exit. Harry stared at them, and heard the boy mutter to Hermione.

"You could at least act more Herm-…yourself" the boy has whispered to Hermione, and once seeing that Harry was still watching quickly changed his wording.

Once again, Hermione and the boy looked at each other, and spoke an invisible language which meant more to them than to anyone else.

Something wasn't right, wasn't right at all. Harry was standing by the exit of the bar watching the spot that had previously been occupied by Hermione. What had happened? Harry didn't fully understand.

He was no mood to stay where he was, so walked back out the bar, and trudged through Hogsmeade back to his house. He crept into his bed, careful not to wake Sirius, and lay there thinking over the events of that night.

As he went to sleep, his mind was filled with the music that he and Hermione had danced to, and his senses invaded with the feeling of her body so close to his.

The next morning, Harry awoke, and once again replayed the events of the previous night in his head. He vowed to himself that he would try to see Hermione again, how he did not know.

He rolled out of bed, and fell on the floor, and decided to crawl to the bathroom like he did every morning.

Sirius was cooking breakfast, and heard the familiar sounds of his godson getting out of bed. He heard a loud thump and then about 30 seconds after that, the shower turned on. Sirius smiled to himself and looked down at the breakfast he was preparing, it was the easiest way to let Harry know he was going to tell Harry something he might not like.

Harry walked into the kitchen, and immediately slowed down as he saw the plate Sirius was placing on the breakfast bar. Harry looked from the plate, to Sirius, then back to the plate.

"Alright, what's going on?" Harry asked in a suspicious tone.

"Hey!" Sirius said as he looked at Harry, almost falsely cheerful.

"Cut the crap Sirius. What's going on?" Harry asked again as he sat down at the breakfast bar. He might not have liked the idea of Sirius cooking breakfast, as it usually meant bad news, but he would never be stupid enough to not take advantage of the situation.

"Well," Sirius started as he watched his godson gobble down his food, "Remus and I have had a chat about your future schooling."

Sirius paused waiting for some king of reaction. Harry just looked at him, expecting him to carry on and just tell him what Sirius was trying to say.

"Well, as you know, N.E.W.T's are a bit advanced for Remus to keep tutoring you in, for certain subjects. So we thought, we would get some help. Like a tutor."

Sirius paused again. Harry was now extremely concerned. Why was this so hard for Sirius to explain? Harry knew that Remus could not keep tutoring him in some of his chosen subjects, and that he probably would need another tutor, but what was so hard for Sirius to explain?

"Riiiight" Harry said slowly, "soooo…I need another tutor. Problem being?"

"Oh, no problem. In fact, we already found one."

"Ok. So who is it?" Harry asked

Sirius was silent for a moment, as if thinking how best to explain. He nodded his head, agreeing with himself it was best just to jump right into it.

"The deputy head girl of Hogwarts."