Author: J.A.K.

Rating: R

Author's Note: So wow. I really didn't expect so many responses. I've never gotten so many reviews for one chapter before. But this just goes to show that there are numerous underground Harry/Pansy lovers who have just been waiting to read a multi-chaptered H/P story. Well, the good news is, I will continue. The bad news is I don't know how frequently I'll be updating. I just finished school, and I'll be working this summer, so my free time is limited. However I do have a livejournal account which I'll be putting to good use starting now. For all those who are interested enough to see the comments I made to your reviews, then go to www dot livejournal dot com/users/kallie1385. I responded to everybody, even if you just said: 'cool story, continue.' It is there that I will interact with anyone who has ideas, remarks, or who just wants to chat. Messaging is instantaneous so we can really have conversations.

Ummmm….I think that was it. I have part of the third chapter finished and I also have a lot of ideas, so that should be out in the next two weeks. Perhaps if I get some reviews…I don't mean to bribe anyone, but it truly is inspiring when I check my email and see some of your fabulous responses. Anyways…enough of my babbling. Read, review, and most importantly…enjoy!

I lie there on the ground as my flesh desires you,
There's nothing I want more than to be together.
My lust, my pain, goes unheard for many ages,
And my mind aches out of passion.
Whenever I think of you.

Time after time I look at it all,
And see so much unhappiness that I cannot recall,
The last time I saw love in a way that was meant to be,
Or the last time I felt love in all the ways that it should be. --unknown

Chapter Two

There was an awkward beat of silence as the pair gazed at the empty air of space where the librarian had been standing mere moments ago. Then, as if released by a binding spell, Pansy whirled around, turning furious eyes on Harry."This is all your fault," she spat, poking him in the chest with her index finger. "If that batty old woman tells anyone about what she saw—"

Harry shrugged unconcernedly.

"Don't worry, she won't."

"But how can you be certain." Pansy's heart thudded loudly against her chest as she thought of all the horrific ways she could be humiliated if word ever got out that she was snogging Harry Potter in the library.

"I'm sure you didn't know I'd been caught back here before…"

Pansy felt a surge of irritation run though her at the implications of his words. Silently she berated herself for still standing there, indulging him further with her presence. With a sigh of annoyance she crossed her arms over her chest and whirled away from him.

Both of them heard the crunch at the same time.

"Oops." Her tone was dry as she looked down at the broken frames of Harry's glasses.

Harry felt no anger towards her. In fact, all he could feel was relief. Their meeting was unplanned and unexpected. They were both lucky that it was only Pince who had stumbled upon them and not some godforsaken Slytherin or clueless Hufflepuff.

"Accio wand." He said as Pansy stepped around him and moved to gather her parchments from where she had left them on the table.

"Reparro." Harry bent and picked up his glasses. Putting them on, he could clearly make out Pansy's face and the frown that marred her features. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.

"I hate you," Pansy was annoyed beyond reason at the compromising position she'd been caught in and quite suddenly needed to vent her frustrations at the person who had been the bane of her existence for the last two months. "And you hate me as well."

Again Harry opened his mouth, but again he was cut off.

"You may have disillusioned yourself into believing that you hold some sort of desire for me but rest assured that it was only a fleeting emotion and will be gone as soon as you set your sight on some one of your many snogging partners in the school." Pansy narrowed her eyes, even more irritated now. "I can see that I've indulged this…these…" She searched for the proper explanation, trying to make sense of her own confusion. "Encounters for too long—because somehow they've encouraged you to boldly make distasteful and might I add unwanted advances." He snorted when she said unwanted but Pansy ignored him. "And I just want to make it clear to you that from now on things are as they were—if not worse. You are Harry effing Potter whose best friends are a mudblood and a poor excuse for a fullblood, and yes, the pun was intended."

Pansy calmly adjusted the papers that rested between her hands.

"So you see…it's as I first said. I hate you…and you hate me."

Harry could feel his own anger rising to the surface. How dare she tell him these things, especially seeing as they were only half true. As a matter of fact, she was the one who told him that she thought parseltongue was sexy. And when he had told her that he didn't really know how to control it, she was the one who suggested that he ought to learn how to properly command the language so that he could use it at will. She was the one who dared him, just last week, to push his hand underneath her skirt during Potions class. Now she was twisting the whole thing upside down as if she never wanted it—as if she never wanted him.

Harry caught her elbow and turned her around.

Eyes flashing indignantly, Pansy swiftly looked down at where his fingers touched her skin.

"Get off of me," she said snatching her arm from his grasp. As she pulled away from him, all the papers that she had collected went flying to the ground.

Unwilling to cause a scene for the other six people who were still in the library to hear, Harry raised his hands, palms facing her in a mock placating gesture.

"Hey, I was just making sure your jaw wasn't broken after releasing all that shit from your mouth."

Pansy was not phased by his retort. She had become aware of his ability to make quick comebacks from since First Year when he and Draco first started dueling it out with one another.

"I didn't say anything false, I never once asked you to come to me."

Harry was so annoyed he could barely keep his voice below a shout.

"Well, it wasn't as if you ever pushed me away."

Pansy didn't know if he was having memory problems, but she was only too happy to remind him.

"I'm always the first one to push away."

She did have him there, but Harry was too much on a role to let something like the truth stop him.

"Well what about tonight."

Pansy shrugged, silently scolding herself for not having left yet.

"What about tonight?"

"You were the one who took my glasses off of my face. You could have just as easily walked by, seeing as how you always push me away, but what did you do?"

Pansy looked away, trying desperately to appear unconcerned. "I was just trying to tell you to be careful."

Harry felt a smirk cover his mouth.

"If you're so concerned about my safety then why do you keep telling me that you hate me?"

"Because I do," Pansy looked away again, but this time it was from lack of comfort. She was ill at ease that he had turned her words so effectively against her.

Harry shook his head at her response as he stared at her intently.

"I think you only say that so you can convince yourself of an obvious and might I add blatant lie."

Pansy felt heat rising to the surface of her skin. This was embarrassing. These were all the things she had told herself when she was lying in bed and alone, and all the things that she hadn't allowed herself to think out loud. How, after all these years of intensely disliking each other, was he able to read her so well?

Pansy shrugged.

"I didn't know that you could think."

Annoyance quelled the smile that was bubbling inside of him.

"Stop trying to change the subject."

"Stop telling me what to do," she said through gritted teeth.

They stood inches away from one another now and if someone had asked Pansy how they had gotten so close to each other without her noticing sooner, she would have shrugged and said she didn't know. Her heart hammered thunderously against her chest as panic came to life within her. This was how all their kisses had started, with an argument. If she allowed him to kiss her this time she couldn't deny to him or herself that she was full of shit. She couldn't refute that maybe, perhaps, somehow she liked…

Before her thoughts progressed any further, Pansy backed away.

"I'm leaving now before you tell me something truly idiotic, like I'm in love with you."

For the second time that night Pansy whirled away from him, and for the second time that night Harry pulled her back.

"I know that you don't love me, cause I sure as hell don't love you," Her eyes widened at this statement and he hurried to get the rest of his words out, "but I like you, and I think that you like me too."

There were several beats of silence before she responded.

"Well Harry Potter," Pansy said slowly. "I always knew that you were a fool, but when did you become so damn presumptuous?"

Harry shrugged, a mischievous look dancing in his eyes.

"The minute you started snogging the hell out of me at 11 o'clock at night in the library."

Pansy's eyes widened with indignation. Just as she opened her mouth to tell him what to do with himself, she felt her shoulders slump. Her whole body deflated with defeat as she looked at the ground. For the first time in a long while she had nothing left to say.

"Could it be," Pansy looked up to see Harry's half smiling face. "Is that silence I hear?"

"Shut up," she muttered, though her words held none of the bite they usually did.

Harry closed the gap that was between them and raised his hand so that it cupped her cheek. "Why don't you make me?"

Though Pansy could feel herself stiffen, she could not suppress the shiver that coursed through her body at his tone or the heat that pooled in her stomach at his touch.

"That's cliché, even for you."

He shrugged again.

"I couldn't think of anything better just then."

She looked into his eyes then and saw how dark they were. His normally emerald green irises were dark with desire. Desire for her, she suddenly realized. Harry Potter somehow, inexplicably wanted her…

…and she wanted him back.

Though she was feeling unusually warm inside, Pansy's words remained cool.

"You're not going to kiss me now, are you?"

Harry couldn't help the smile that formed on his face at how familiar he was becoming with her. No longer did questions such as the aforementioned sound weird. They were appropriate and Pansyish, and if she had replied with anything different, then he would have thought her weird.

He let his hand drop.

"Only if you want me to."

Something occurred to her just then. No one was around them. If she were to respond to him, who would know.

Pansy folded her arms over her chest and unhurriedly checked him out. This time there was no wonder or mock or glare in her eyes. She was simply taking him in.

"And what if I did want you to," she said, determined that her voice would not betray how badly she wanted him. Determined that he could not tell how apprehensive she was.

However, before either of them could speak, Madame Pince returned again.

"I'm shutting the Library down early today." She was still watching them with disapproving eyes. "I've got a very bad headache."

Though Pansy did not want to stay there, she couldn't help but express her incredulity.

"What if we have to study?"

Madame Pince's face was noncommittal.

"Then you'll have to do it in your respective rooms. Right now I just need everyone out."

Pansy felt her familiar scowl settle itself on her face again. She would have to write home to her mother about this. Here they were at the midterm mark, with shit loads of work and tests to study for, and the Library was being closed early. Hogwarts was slipping more and more everyday. Thank goodness she would be gone by time it was really down the drain.

"Whatever," she mumbled snidely under her breath.

Pansy quickly picked up her papers and, without a second glance at the boy standing behind her, left the library.

Harry knew the moment had been broken as soon as he'd heard Pince's voice, so he just stared at Pansy's retreating form as she swiftly made her way towards the exit.

With a sigh, he walked over to the table and grabbed his book. When he looked up to leave, he was surprised to see the Librarian still standing there. She was watching him with eyes that held something akin to mild disdain.

"I certainly hope I don't catch you in any more unflattering positions from now until the end of the school year."

Harry forced a smile on his face and with extreme effort to keep his voice friendly said:

"Goodnight Madame Pince."

The older woman stared at him for a long moment before she replied with her own acknowledgment.

"Goodnight Mr. Potter."

Harry was angry all the way back to his dormitory. Without a word to anyone, he made his way to his bed and pulled his curtains shut. Before he let himself relax, he reached underneath his mattress and pulled out a bottle.

Firewhiskey, the label read. Aged 15 Years.

With a long swing to the head he fell back into the softness of his pillow. After stretching his muscles sufficiently he sat up a bit and took another long swing. Within minutes the Boy-Who-Lived was fast asleep.

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