On the way back from their counselling session, Kit and Adrien chatted non-stop about the wedding. They decided that the next day the four of them would head off to Hogsmeade to try on dress robes. Ron and Harry were dreading this already.
During dinner that night, Ron was very quiet. When Ginny asked him where they all went for the day he didn't even answer her. Of course, there was no way she would ask Harry. Not when he and Kit were together. Kit was ecstatic that Harry finally asked her to the wedding. She had been anticipating it for over a fortnight, and now she was so happy, she thought she might just be walking on a cloud.
Which is why, walking down the corridor to the library hand-in-hand with Harry, she was to be found looking down at the floor.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked her, almost laughing at her odd behaviour.
"Oh, nothing," she smiled while he held the library door open.
Halfway through their potions homework, Harry looked up at her for the hundredth time. She looked up at the same time and their eyes met. Both of them blushed, and although Kit returned to her essay, Harry put down his quill and looked at her.
"You know," he said, after a couple of seconds, "you look like you're glowing."
She blushed, head still bent over her parchment, but no long writing. "Thanks, it must be this new cover up."
Harry laughed. "You know what I mean," he said, picking up his quill and continuing.
Soon, Harry stood up.
"Where are you going?" Kit asked, looking up.
"I need another book," he replied, winking and strolling towards the Potions section of the library.
Kit waited a minute or two before casting a nervous glance at Madam Pince. Seeing her busy on the other side of the library, she quietly got up and, trying not to look to obvious, made her way to where Harry was scanning the shelves. She silently thanked him for going to a very secluded part of the library. He didn't notice her, and she snuck right up behind him.
"Hey," she whispered in his ear, causing him to jump about a foot in the air and drop the book he was holding.
"Hey," he almost growled, causing her knees to grow weak. "You know, I would've brought the book back for you too, I wouldn't leave you hanging like that."
"You're leaving me hanging now," she whispered, leaning back on the shelves in front of him.
"Am I?" he asked, almost seductively, as he leant closer to her. He noticed faintly that she smelled of cinnamon.
"Yeah," she whispered, tilting her head up, as she was four inches shorter than him, and staring into his sparkling green eyes, entranced.
He quickly gave a quick glance up and down the aisle, before leaning forward and brushing her lips with his own. Harry felt her melt, and slid his hands to her waist to keep her on her feet. He pressed forward, and she did the same. Their lips met for a brief moment before Kit pulled back.
"What?" Harry asked, breathless.
"You call that a kiss?" she asked with puppy-dog eyes.
He smiled slyly. "I'll show you a kiss," he said, leaning forward.
"Oh, will you?" an amused voice said from the end of the aisle.
Harry and Kit looked up and saw Ron leaning on the shelves, smiling at the couple. Both Kit and Harry blushed crimson, and Kit buried her head into Harry's shoulder, embarrassed beyond belief.
"I'm glad to see that you two are getting along," Ron commented, walking towards them. "And I suppose the book I'm looking for is in this area," he added.
"This one?" Harry asked, holding out the book he dropped when Kit surprised him.
"Yep, that's the one," Ron said. Taking the book from Harry, he walked away.
Once out of view, Harry turned to Kit. "Trust Ron to ruin the mood," he said.
She gave a feeble laugh, running her hands along Harry's arms, down to his hand which were still on her hips.
"Oh," Harry said, removing his hands stepping back. "Well, I guess we better, you know –"
"Yeah," Kit said, taking his hand into hers, and leading him out of the Potions section and back to their table. They did not notice another redhead at the other end of the aisle.
Back at their table, Kit and Harry quickly finished their essays and escaped back to common room before the news of their "meeting" spread throughout the school.
"Ron won't tell anyone," Kit reassured him as they sat together in front of the common room fire.
"No," he agreed, "he won't, but if someone else saw us –"
"Oh yeah," she said, frowning.
"If it's a Slytherin, we're dead," Harry said sinking lower on the overstuffed couch.
"Yeah, especially if it's Malfoy," Kit said. Harry groaned. "It'll be okay," she reassured him, rubbing his arm.
"I hope so," he mumbled, staring into the flames.
Kit sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. She promptly fell asleep, and about an hour later, Harry himself was nodding off. Finally he shook her awake and made her go up to bed, giving her a swift kiss as they parted on the stairs. Both of them wanted the kiss to last longer, except Harry saw Ron poke his head out of their dormitory door.
"C'mon up to bed, lover-boy!" he called, causing Harry to frown and Kit to give a slight laugh.
"Good night," he said to her.
"Good night," she repeated, walking up her dormitory stairs. Harry watched her for a moment before Ron spoke up.
"C'mon Harry, get your eyes back in your head and get up here."
Knowing he would never hear the end of it, Harry obliged.
Next morning, Harry was last out of the dormitory. Remembering what day it was, Harry groaned, hoping to fall back asleep. However a knock on the door dashed that hope.
"Come in," he mumbled, swinging his legs out of the bed and putting on his glasses.
"Tell me when you're decent!" a voice called through the closed door.
Recognizing the voice, he smiled and pulled on a pair of jeans and pulled out a plain black t-shirt out of his trunk.
"Alright!" he called, "Come on in!"
And in walked Kit, holding a stack of toast, and looking incredible in a pair of jeans and a red baby-tee. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of shirtless Harry.
"Holy crap," she said, and turned around so she couldn't see him. Harry laughed. "I thought you said you were decent!" she exclaimed angrily, but amused at the same time.
"This isn't?" Harry asked innocently.
"Shut up," she said, shielding her eyes as she turned around.
"Too bright?" he asked.
"Too hot," she whispered, taking her hand down as he pulled on his shirt, knocking his glasses off. She bent down to pick them up at the same time he did the same. They bumped heads as she went to stand up.
"Sorry," she whispered, rubbing her head.
"It's my fault," Harry said, putting his glasses on and taking a piece of toast, unnoticed by her.
"No, it's not," she said, leaning closer to her.
Harry, knowing he needed desperately to brush his teeth, took a bite from the toast in his hand before she could get too close.
Looking disappointed, she stepped back.
"Good toast," he said, crumbs flying out of his mouth.
Kit looked ready to spit fire. Just before Harry thought she was about to explode, she burst out laughing. Before long, Harry caught on, and Ron was up in the room.
"What are you two laughing at?"
"T–toast," Harry managed to choke out, and the laughter redoubled.
"Does that mean we're not going to Hogsmeade?" he asked hopefully.
Kit looked outraged. "Of course we're going to Hogsmeade! Get your cloak on!"
Ten minutes later with the boys grumbling behind them, Kit and Adrien led the way to Hogsmeade and into the finest dress robe shop there.
They emerged from 'The Secret Cupboard' two hours later; the boys ashen faced and exhausted, and the girls chatting happily about their purchases.
"Can we stop in the Three Broomsticks before we head back?" Ron asked.
"Yes," Kit said, leading the way into the pub.
"I'll buy," Harry said, heading to the counter and ordering a round of butterbeers for the four of them.
Just as Harry sat down at the table, Neville and Nia entered the pub, hand-in-hand. Ron waved them over, and Nia sat down as Neville went to the counter.
"Done your robe shopping?" Adrien asked happily, motioning to the huge bag Nia placed carefully on the seat next to her. Nia laughed.
"Yes," she said, "but Neville wasn't too happy sitting through it all."
"Neither were these two," Kit said, motioning to Harry and Ron.
Twenty minutes later, the six friends emerged from the pub and into the blistering wind. Just as they began their trek up to the castle, Kit complained of the weight of her bag.
"You bought it all," Harry said, but after a dirty look from his girlfriend he took the bag from her.
"Thank you," she mumbled, linking her arm in his and smiling.
At this point, Neville and Ron offered to carry the other girls' bags. However, Adrien and Ron did not link arms.
Just as they walked up the castle steps, a sneering voice spoke out from behind them.
"You three are whipped, eh?"
Ron whipped around. "Shove off, Malfoy," he said through clenched teeth.
"C'mon Weasel, loosen up," Malfoy sneered. "Honestly, you could do with a shot or two of Firewhiskey."
"C'mon Ron," Kit said, already at the doors and knowing what Ron was thinking.
Without a glance back at Malfoy, Ron fled up the steps, Adrien close on his heels and near tears.
"Let's go up to common room," Harry said, remembering what the counsellor said about this kind of situation.
"We were going to nip in the Great Hall," Neville said, confused.
"Okay, go ahead," Kit said, as gently as she could, leading a near sobbing Adrien up the stairs.
Once in the common room, Adrien broke down altogether.
"Don't do it, Ron!" she shouted through her tears, hysterical.
Ron wrapped her in a tight embrace to stop her shaking. "Don't worry," he whispered into her curly black hair. "I promise, I won't."
Harry and Kit backed away and watched them cool off at a distance.
It only took Adrien a couple of minutes to regain control, and then she and Kit took their bags upstairs. Harry and Ron decided to go down to the Great Hall to grab some food for them.