: The Blessed : A Harry Potter Love Story – Chapter 6– Truth Or Dare In the Room Of Requirement/Why Is Malfoy Wearing Make-Up?
-Hannah's POV-
You screamed as Harry carried you up the stairs. You weren't screaming out of terror though, it was more out of sheer delight. "Harry, where are we going?" you say. "Room of Requirement," he replies. "Okay," you say before kissing him. Together, you walk to the Room. You get in and there are bathrooms, 5 double beds and any necessities you might have imagined. Then the rest of them arrive.
Fast Forwarding
You all have changed into your sleepwear. Everyone's bored, so you suggest a game. "Hey everyone, let's play Truth and Dare!" you say. Sophie's eyes light up. You were the undisputed champions at your old school.
-Third Person View-
Harry sat back. "Since, you're the one who suggested the game, you go first," "Fine, someone dare me," says Hannah. "I dare you...to French kiss Harry," said Dean. 'Is that a dare or a pleasure?" she asked. Harry grinned. Hannah leaned forward and gave him the kiss.
"Whoa there, hold up," said Dean. "Next, I do not want to see my sister make out with someone" yelled Sophie. They broke away, looking embarrassed.
They kept on playing until, everyone started to doze off. Hannah got into the biggest bed. "This bed is way too big for one person," she said. "Somebody share with me? I don't like being alone," Harry looked up from his book. "Okay, I'll share," he said and got up. He got into bed with her. "Thanks Harry," she says. "No problem," he says, giving her a warm smile. He sits up to read while one hand is stroking her hair. She looks up at him longingly. Me: her head is on his lap "You're so beautiful," he said. She smiled. "I love your smile" he said. She tugs on his sleeve. He puts down his book. She snuggles down into the blankets as he blew out the candle.
Next Day
-Hannah's POV-
You woke up in a completely unfamiliar place. You rubbed your eyes, and got your glasses. Well, here's a correction. You TRIED to get your glasses. Harry's arms had pinned yours. Ugh. I don't fancy everyone looking at me you thought. You conjured up some hangings and drew them shut.
"Harry?" you say. "Harry?" He won't wake up. Damn it. You lean towards him and kiss him on the lips. His eyes open and he kisses you back. "I need more wake ups like this," he says. "Ha-ha, Mr. Potter. Now, it's Saturday. What do you want to do?" you ask him. "Let's play Quidditch," he says. You sigh. "What! Can't we just stay here instead?" you say. "But I want to play Quidditch!" he says. You give him the But-I-Don't-Want to look. "Okay, we'll stay here," he says, giving up. You smile and put on your glasses. You wish for a breakfast for two in bed thing and it appears.
A tray with a continental breakfast and pumpkin juice for Harry and nasi lemak and apple juice for you, "What's that?" he asks his mouth full of toast. "Don't talk with your mouth full. It's nasi lemak, a common meal where I come from," you say. "From America?" he says, obviously puzzled. "Oh, I'm sorry Harry. I forgot to mention that I'm not actually from America. I'm a Malaysian. And the country is," you conjured up a globe, "here," you pointed at a spot on the globe. "Small," he commented. You snorted and cleaned up your stuff. You performed a breath-cleansing spell on yourself and him. "Yeah, small, But peaceful," you say.
Later
-Harry's POV-
You looked at your girlfriend. She was verbally berating Malfoy on all his bad points. It was great that she used to be a debater; she was good with her witty comebacks. "No way, are you coming within a foot of me," she said. "Oh really, Sanchez, so are you just going to hide behind Potter for the rest of the year?" he retorts. "Hannah, stay calm," you say. She looks at you. "Wait, before you tell me to be calm. Look what I can do," she says. She closed her eyes and gave him a black eye.
You casually put your arm around her waist. "My, Mr. Potter, being bold aren't we?" she said. You smiled. You both walked to the Great Hall.
"Hey guys, what's up?" said Sophie. "Nothing much, except she gave Malfoy a black eye," you said, pointing at Hannah. The whole of the Gryffindor table became silent. They turned like sun-starved sunflowers to face her. "Thanks a lot, Potter," she said. "Yeah, I did give Malfoy a punch. In fact, he should be coming in right about...now," Malfoy walks in. Hannah narrows her eyes.
"Is that make-up he has on?" she says. Ginny looks at him, "Yeah, I do believe he does," she says. Hannah stands up. "Malfoy, come here," she commands. He comes over, "Yes?" he says. "You, Draco Malfoy, are unbelievable. I can't imagine why you'd want to wear make-up. Plus, it's badly applied," she says. The table breaks into snickers. You grin. She grabs a tissue and starts wiping the make-up off, with him wincing every time she touched his skin. You felt your eyes narrow at the sight of her skin touching his. You turned around, not wanting to watch. You hear laughter as Malfoy runs from the hall clutching his eye. Hannah laughs so much and drops her pumpkin juice, "Oh damn," she says. You begin to clean it up but she stops you and says 'Purgiatio' immediately the spill disappears with a sloshing sound. You look at her while she just grins.