Chapter Two

New Year's Day

Harry kissed Serena again. She pulled her head away from his and rested it on his shoulder.

"What a lovely way to start the New Year," she said quietly.

"Personally, I wish every New Year could start like it," Harry replied. He drew Serena in closer and put her arms around his neck. He felt Serena would shatter in his arms, being the porcelain doll everyone thought she was. They kissed again, Serena made the move this time but it was more of a hungry kiss than the passionate one they experienced earlier.

"Are any of your friends at the party?" she murmured.

"All of them are. Why do you want to…" but before he could finish his sentence, Serena had let go of him and was walking slowly towards the boys' staircase, her hips moving more noticeably than before. She stopped on the first stair and looked round at him. The speed of how she turned slowed dramatically and the light from the candelabra on the wall made her blonde hair turn golden. She stared at him with her vivid blue eyes and Harry knew he had to follow.

He hurtled up the staircase after Serena. He knew something was going to happen between them. Harry threw open the door to his dormitory and saw Serena was waiting beside his bed. He ran up to her and she threw herself into his arms. With one arm around her waist, his other hand trying to undo her bra from underneath her t-shirt and his left foot kicking his right trainer off, he lost his balance, separated from Serena and grabbed on a bedpost to keep himself upright. She laughed.

"You haven't done this before, have you?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"It's my first time," he answered masculinly, giving up on removing his shoe with his foot, and now pulling it off with his hand.

"And mine, too. And I'll take care of the bra thing for you," Serena said, taking off her t-shirt.

"I wouldn't want to try your jeans, I might do something I don't really want to do."

"I'll do the jeans thing too," she said, undoing the zip and slipping out of them.

"It's only the underwear now," Harry pointed out, as he was in his boxers.

"I know."

They were in each other's arms before they knew it and they fell onto the bed, with nothing stopping them from loving each other.

Or so they thought.

"Harry!" said two voices from the doorway, one a man's, one a woman's. A man's who had ginger hair, freckles and an arm around the woman's waist. A woman's who had bushy brown hair and her hand on the man's butt cheek. RON AND HERMIONE.