AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here is the necessary background info about this story. Demetra Rupert and Harry potter have been going out ever since the end of 4th year. She is a chaser on the gryuphondoor quidditch team, Remus lupin's niece and also a half mermaid. I hope I didn't weird you out in just the first two lines, because I think this is really a good fan fiction. This story begins at Dumbledore's funeral. Enjoy.

Harry watched the merpeople rising in the lake, looking for one in particular. There she was, her brown hair standing out between the mass of green, she and her fellows raising their voices in a final dirge for Dumbledore. She caught his eye, and he looked away and fixed on the white tomb. Surely it was disrespectful to the dead to look at her that way, to think about her in that way. But then, hadn't McGonagall said that Dumbledore would have wanted more love in the world? With a look at Tonk's newly pink hair, he looked back at demetra and smiled.

After the ceremony, Harry Ron and Hermione trudged up the dewy grounds up to gryphendoor tower. The school was almost deserted as most parents were picking up their children promptly after the funeral. Indeed, Seamus, Dean and Neville were all walking out the front door with their parents immediately.

"Hey, Ron?" said harry, offhandedly." we are practically the only boys left in gryphendoor tower."

"Mm"

"We'll have the run of the place, won't we?"

"Suppose."

"Well haven't you always wondered what the dormitory next to ours looked like? Well I reckon this is your chance to find out."

"What? And leave you in ours all alone? Not a chance mate, I can't leave you alone tonight, you know with Dumbledore, and all."

"I'm fine, and I won't really be alone."

"What? You mean you want to be alone and snog demetra? Well I need sleep too, so you'd better find a different place because I really don't want to…"

"Ron!" interjected Hermione impatiently. She spoke to him slowly as if he were an unreasonable 3 year old" Harry doesn't want Demetra in his bedroom just to "snog" her."

"Then why? Ohh!" comprehension dawned on his face and he looked bewilderedly at Harry who was looking down sheepishly at his feet.

"Well, um. I'll just take my stuff out of the room, shall I?" and with that he rushed up the staircase to the dormitory, his ears pomegranate red.

Harry turned to Hermione" thanks for telling him."

"It's quite alright." She said in a business like tone. Harry noticed she was blushing aswell"Now Harry," she implored," do be careful." Then she too rushed off to her dormitory.

Harry sighed, smileing slightly. He sank into a common room armchair and waited. Ron had once said that one person could only hold so many complex emotions before exploding. If this were true, bits of Harry would be splattering the tapestries and floor. He wanted her, he wanted this. And yet how could he, if he had not planned to stay. He also felt a dull pain of excitement mingled with fear, and he fell to wondering about Sirius and his father, and how they had felt when they were about to do what he was planning. He should tell her, before it happened. But would she still want to? His musings were dashed as the portrait hole opened and Demetra stepped through. She was wearing Jeans and he usual Chudley Cannon's t-shirt. The back of her long dark cape was soaking wet and she shivered slightly. "Harry, what are you doing up?"

"Waiting for you," he said simply."

"I'm sorry I couldn't sit with you at the funeral. Look I didn't know Dumbledore as well as you did, but I know how you must feel. Do you want to talk?"

Harry shook his head and kissed her more fiercely than he had ever before. When they broke apart, she stared at him puzzled. He took her silently by the hand and led her up the stairs to his dormitory.

Once inside he pulled her toward him and this time she kissed back with equal pent up longing. He ran his fingers through her hair and found that it was still damp. They tumbled onto the bed, Harry was on top of her, and he brought his quid ditch roughened hand down to stoke her ivory soft cheek. She slipped her hands on his waist and tugged off his shirt and threw it to the side. She ran his hands over his chest and, taking her cue, he pulled off her shirt and bra and placed his face on her chest, murmuring her name softly. She kissed his neck and said," I love you."

"I love you too."

"Knox" they both whispered and the dormitory lights extinguished.

Harry and Demetra lay together in bed as the snitch golden morning light bathed them in warmth. She was asleep, but Harry was wide-awake. He was thinking about last night. Harry was notoriously shy with girls. Even when dating demetra, she had always made the first move. But somehow she was different last night. He had wanted to do things he had never thought of before. He wanted to run his cheek down her back to better absorb its smooth perfection, to run his fingers through her hair over and over. There were a lot of words that could be used to describe Demetra on average; she was athletic, stubborn, and daring. And yet last night, the only adjective that came to Harry's mind was"soft". Her entire body was soft and silky. But now he had to face reality. He reached for his glasses on the bedside table and a quill and parchment too. He sighed and penned the following note

Demetra,

I'm so sorry I have to say this. I can no longer see you. Voldemort is evil and he preys upon the weaknesses of his enemies. You are my weakness and I will not give him the opportunity to hurt you. I'm just sorry that I hurt you first .I just couldn't leave without knowing that I was your first and that you were mine. From here I will be going to live in Godrick's Hollow, do not contact me.

Love,

Harry

He placed the note gently on the pillow beside her. Harry daringly pushed a stray lock of hair away from her face and kissed her softly on the cheek. She smiled slightly and rolled completely away from him. He got dressed and packed his trunk. He lit the fire, and by the magic of floo powder was gone without a trace.

Author's note: please stay tuned there's more to come. Tell me what you think in a review. All constructive criticism is welcome!