Chapter twenty-four

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.

Harry had been unsuccessful in finding Emma-Leigh the night before. He went down to breakfast hoping to see Emma-Leigh but he had no such luck. He did see Ron and Hermione who seemed to have made up after last nights spat. They stopped being so close when Harry sat down across from them, which he was very grateful for.

"'Mione, have you talked to Emma-Leigh?" e asked

"Um…Er…Well…About that… Yes….I have, but… You…Yes…In…Well…Right" Hermione stopped her rambling by taking a large gulp of pumpkin juice and choking on it.

"Er…. Right that was very informative Hermione thank you." He said leaving the table. Harry practically ran up to the common room. He knew he couldn't go up to see her but if he stayed in the common room maybe she would get hungry and he wouldn't miss her. Hermione ad Ron soon joined him. Hermione quickly ran up the stairs taking Emma-Leigh some toast ruling out Harry's maybe she will get hungry plan. When Hermione came down the steps he looked at her expectantly.

"Is she coming down?" he asked

"Er…No… She's not speaking to you… She… Er… She doesn't want to see you." Hermione looked scared that Harry might blow up. He got up and waked to the staircase.

"Emma-Leigh please come down…. Emma-Leigh?" there was no answer "DAMNIT!" he said kicking the wall. Hermione went back up stairs, the toast she left on her bedside table was still there, she saw Emma-Leigh in he same position she had been when she was there three minutes ago.

"Emma-Leigh? He's obviously sorry, he really wants to talk to you." Hermione said tensely, she was afraid of Harry blowing up, but she had seen that before. Emma-Leigh on the other hand, well, she was a mystery.

"I don't care. I don't want to talk to him, I don't want to see him, and I don't want to move from this spot!"

"Fine, but please eat the toast." She said as she left the room once more. Emma-Leigh pushed off her covers, and sat with her legs dangling over the side of the bed, and she ate the toast that Hermione had left for her. Thank god it was Sunday, so she didn't have to go to any classes and she could just sit there all day. She ran her fingers through her hair. She turned around and lay down again.

"Ahg! Why won't she talk to me? She won't even let me explain or apologize!" Harry ran back to the stair well. "Emma-Leigh! Please come down stairs! Please! AGH!" Harry took a running start. He got to the fifth stair before it turned into a slide. "DAMNIT!" he cursed

Emma-Leigh smiled as she heard a girl slide past her door saying 'oooh who tried to get up the stairs'

"Well that didn't work" Harry said rubbing his arse. "Okay fine, I will try it another way, 'Accio'" his Firebolt came flying down. He mounted it and went flying up the stair well.

"I wonder why I never thought of that" a few boys around them wondered aloud.

"Emma-Leigh?" he saw her lying with her back towards him.

"Go Away!"

"Emma-Leigh please talk to me. I didn't mean to hurt you. What ever you're thinking is completely wrong. Fleur is an old friend, an old competitor…"
"She kissed you,"

"On the cheek,"

"She kept touching you,"

"She's French,"

"You didn't stop her,"

"Emma-Leigh you are blowing this out of proportion!" It was then that Emma-Leigh turned around

"YOU FORGOT THAT I EXISTED! Don't blame it on her Veela-ness. I am your girlfriend and you didn't even notice that I wasn't around. You didn't even care Harry, You don't care!" there was a fire behind her eyes that he had ever seen before. Harry on the other hand looked broken.

"Of course I care Emma-Leigh." He whispered. This seemed to soften Emma-Leigh but she didn't say anything. She turned and threw herself back onto her bed. He came up behind her and gently touched her stomach.

"Don't Harry." She said as she grabbed his hand.

"Why?" he said mischievously.

"Because… I hate it."

"No you don't. You love it"

"I hate it when you do that when I'm mad at you." She said as she turned around. Harry leaned in and kissed her. She returned it then pulled away.

"Kissing me isn't going to fix this." Harry kissed her again. She pushed him off her and she walked to her mirror and tucked her hair behind her ears. She turned to ho him with her hands on her hips. "It's not fair," Harry looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "It's not fair," Emma-Leigh, repeated, "how you can fix everything with a kiss." Emma-Leigh said pouting.

"Well," he said that mischievous look returning to his face. "I don't think I've quite fixed things yet." He grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed. About twenty-five minutes later, Emma-Leigh again pushed him off her suggesting they go down stairs.

"They're going to think I've killed you." Approximately fifteen minutes after that they went down stairs hand in hand. Hermione and Ron's faces lit up when they saw them.

"I guess you guys have fixed things." Ron said.

"Yep!" Emma-Leigh said looking up at Harry her eyes sparkling. They sat down beside them on the couch.

"That's good." Hermione said.

"It was quiet and we thought you might've killed him." Ron said looking at Emma-Leigh perplexed. She laughed.

"I thought you might've thought that so we came back downstairs."

"Yah, after I fixed everything." Harry said slyly. Emma-Leigh blushed, and Ron and Hermione shared 'a look'. It was a beautiful day outside so they decided to go outside and laze by the shores of the lake. Emma-Leigh summoned a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote to Michelle.

DEAR Michelle!

I haven't heard from you in a while. You didn't even reply to me beating up Puggy… Is something wrong? Anyways I am writing to tell you about the Quidditch tournament we've been having with Durmstrang and Beaxbatons. Hogwarts beat both schools (OF COURSE, DUH, DOI are things you should be saying right about now) but how could we fail with Harry, Me, and Draco on the team, along with Candice Layne, Dawn Chezikle, Thomas Scott, and Dave Rounds… you don't know them but they're GRRRRREAT! Lol after the last match (against Beaxbatons) this gorgeous girl Fleur Delecour was all over Harry and he did nothing to stop her. I was soooo pissed off, that I didn't talk to him. I wouldn't leave my dorm. He flew up the stairs on his broom to beg me to forgive him. I ended up forgiving him… I can't stay mad at him. He kissed me and it was all better. Man that boy can do things with… okay Harry (who is reading this over my shoulder) doesn't want me to go any further with that so I suppose I'll just leave you with an OH MY LORD! And hope you understand. All say hello. They (and me) miss you terribly. Please write back REALLY SOON!

Emmelz

Emma-Leigh folded up the parchment and put it in her pocket intending to send it later before dinner. She curled up close to Harry and thought to her self 'man is it good to be back in his arms'

At dinner Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"I'd like to say congratulations again to the Hogwarts team for there excellent performance yesterday. The next Quidditch match will be held on Thursday. I suggest you practice for this game. Champions against champions!" Dumbledore sat down. The gang exchanged looks.

"Practice Tomorrow!" Harry called over the normal great hall chatter.

The Quidditch practice the next day went well. Although not much practice was done, they were trying to figure out what Dumbledore hand meant by 'Champions against Champions'. Many rumours had been going around and the most likely one was the Hogwarts team against teachers or ex-students like Oliver Wood who had gone on to pursue Quidditch careers. By Wednesday the team was fully confident that they would be able to take any teacher, or anything, that flew their way.

me and harry's first fight :'( wipes tear from eye... Okay... this is the last chapter for probably over a week because I am going to camp... I don't know if I'll be doing any writing while I'm there so... who knows LOVE TO ALL WHO REVIEW