DISCLAIMER: Once again we must proclaim, as we shout it every day. Though it is with deep regret, the name on the book is set. JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, each year the book gets hotter. We count our loss but write on still, maybe one day our stories will be worth more than a Dill.

Chapter 13:

Spirit and Blaze heard Amaya's groan and gave each other a worried look. If anything, that was not a good sign.

Harry sat down anyways, even though he knew that he was not wanted there. However, he was not going to be deterred and he was more than determined to win her friendship back.

"Do you often go around beating up random boys, or was this just a special occasion?" he asked as he observed Jeremy rubbing his jaw.

"No," Amaya bit out savagely, glaring at him, "only the ones that I don't like."

Harry shook his head. "And what, pray tell, did this one do to you exactly?"

"Do you always have to be so nosey?" she growled.

"Do you always have to avoid the question?"

She glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Do you always try and make friends where you're not wanted?"

He looked hurt. "Well, maybe if you wasn't so mean and a pain in the ass, more people would be your friend instead of just the two people you have now."

Amaya's eyes flashed in anger. "Okay," she muttered, grabbing a pen from the desktop in front of her. "You think you're so fantastic and know me so well, then maybe I should do an impression of you."

Slowly, she drew a lightning bolt shaped scar on her forehead. "But I'm going to be girl wonder."

Harry looked even more hurt than before, but his eyes never faltered from hers.

"Everyone take pity on me because a wannabe dark wizard tried to kill me. So, now I'm famous but I don't want to be."

"You can stop anytime now," he said just above a whisper.

"Why? Because you're Boy Wonder and everyone should worship you? Well, guess what? I don't!"

She paused, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she let her anger towards…well, everything flow out of her directed towards the boy in front of her.

Quickly, he gathered up his things and rushed out of the class, ignoring Snape's threats that he had better get back in the classroom before he was punished.

Amaya laughed to herself, feeling quite proud of her accomplishment…that is, she was laughing until she looked at Spirit and Blaze who both had disgusted looks on their faces.

"Are you stupid!" Blaze's face was as red as her hair.

"Everything he said about you was true."

Amaya was about to say something to defend herself but Blaze didn't let her get a word in. "You have been nothing but mean and hateful with Harry and he still wants to be your friend. There has to be something else there for him to put up with you like that."

Amaya looked at her friend, realizing, though she would never admit it, that Blaze was one-hundred percent right. She had to do something…

"Hey SNAPE!" Amaya shouted, interrupting him in the middle of his roll call, "are you going to kick me out or am I going to have to skip?"

"Are; you asking me, Miss Danté, to kick you out of my class," Snape asked, between punishing her and smirking at the prospect of earning a class period without her presence.

"I'm not asking you anything," she declared. "I'm telling you, one or the other, you pick." Amaya gathered her things as she said this and headed towards the door.

"Fine," he exclaimed, scowl in place and throwing his hands in the air, "go!"

Amaya rushed out of the classroom, frantically looking around wondering what way Harry could have possibly went. She was going to say the two little words that few every got to here come from her mouth: I'm sorry.

She jogged down the hallway until she thought she saw him dart around a corner. Damn, that boy was quick, she thought as she thought as she picked up the pace, but she was quicker.

She thought she saw him dash outside and took off after him. She was right. He sat outside on one of the benches.

As she neared, he glanced up at her, but then went back to staring off into space. Amaya bit back the sarcastic comment she would have normally gave when people did this to her and instead took a seat beside of him.

"Hey," she muttered as she let her bag slide down her arm and land on the ground.

"Hey," he returned, still not looking at her.

"Harry, I just wanted to say that…well….I….," she stumbled across the words, clearly not used to apologizing to anyone that much.

He stood up and took a hold of her hands, pulling her up to stand beside of him. "I have to tell you, Amaya, I've never had anyone belittle me in such a creative way."

She smirked, shrugging her shoulders. "Yeah, well, I'm a creative person, but that's not the point. The point is…"

"I forgive you," he said softly, cupping her cheek with one hand while he let his other hand drift into her hair.

She didn't move but stood there and gazed up at him, speechless. He carefully dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Amaya found herself running her hands up his chest. She was really enjoying herself, but WAIT! What was she doing! She was kissing Harry Potter in the middle of the school yard. That's what she was doing!

She shoved him away from her quickly, drawing in some quick breaths. His face was priceless so she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she pulled him back to her.

She kissed him again, more willingly this time, letting her lips part just a fraction. He began to slip on arm around her waist to pull her closer when the thought it her again.

Finding every ounce of willpower that she possessed, she pushed him away from her again, nearly knocking him to the ground.

"I can't believe you, Harry Potter," Amaya growled, as she scrambled to her hr bag back onto her shoulder. "I came out here to say that I was sorry and you….you….you take advantage of me!"

She spun on her heel and stormed off back towards the main entrance of the school.

Harry stood, unable to move. "But you kissed me!" he yelled just before Amaya disappeared into the school and he could have sworn she sent him a rude gesture after his words though, with his glasses a little askew, he wasn't positive.

He smirked then. Maybe she wasn't so tough after all….

A/N: Bah! Another done, another to come…

Written by: Spirit… Typed and wrongly posted by: Amaya :D