Author's note: Please don't mind my mistakes. I wrote all this in about twenty minutes,

so no doubt its full of typos.


Chapter 2: To touch

If someone said three years from now

You'd be long gone

I'd stand up and punch them out

Coz they're all wrong

I know better

Coz you said forever

And ever

Who knew

We were sitting at the Gryfindor table the next day, when Harry brought it up.

"So, how's it going with-

"Shh! I don't want everyone to know!" I hissed, causing others around us to stare. Lowering my voice, I continued, "And, if you must know, its fine."

Ron, quiet the whole time, sniffed with disapproval. "You know, there's something about him that doesn't seem right-

I cut him off too. "Could it be that he happened to beat you to the punch?" Not waiting for an answer, I tucked in to my eggs and toast. Ron's face turned a peculiar shade of ruby.

The three of us ate in silence, until Harry cleared his throat. "You know, Mione, we only do this because we care about you." He gave me a sheepish smile, not unlike the one I received last night. "We just don't want to see you hurt. He doesn't have the best record, you know."

I stood up abruptly. There was no way in hell I was going to hear them question my relationship. And I told them so.

"I really don't feel like hearing this right now, guys. Nor ever, really." I stormed off, tossing my hair behind my shoulder. The two of them just stared at my retreating back.

Remember when we were such fools

And so convinced and just too cool

oh no no no

I wish I could touch you again

I wish I could still call you a friend

I'd give anything

"What are you doing!" I shouted happily, jostling as he ran with me on his back. "You better not drop me!"

He laughed, but said nothing, as he continued to run.

It was summer break, and he'd invited me to stay a week with him. My parents were in Peru, and had left me home alone, so I accepted. I was so glad to have this time with him. Now I could have him all to myself.

Without warning, he let go of me. I fell onto a heap of moss, face red with laughter.

"Didn't I tell you not to drop me?"

Grinning widely, he dropped to his knees and gave me a kiss. Then he hoisted me to my feet, and led me to the most beautiful place I'd ever seen.

A waterfall glittered in the sun before my eyes. I hadn't taken time to notice where we were before, but now I could see that this place was special. Emerald green grass sparkled with drops of dew. The sky was the prettiest hue of blue, and huge trees encircled the entire area. He took my hand, and pulled me to a patch of flowers off to the side.

"I thought you might like this place," he whispered, sitting me down in his lap. I shifted immediately, so I was straddling him instead.

"Its beautiful," I stated simply, giving him a long kiss. He wanted to deepen it, but I pulled away before he could. I rolled over so I was laying beside him.

He brushed a lock of hair from my face, frowning as it fell back down. I giggled; he looked like he was concentrating so hard. He glared at me in response, then laid back and stared up at the sky.

We were silent for the longest time, until I reached over and started unbuttoning his shirt. He glanced over at me curiously, but did nothing to stop me. Exposing his chest, I inhaled slowly, and ran a finger down the length of his torso.

He smiled encouragingly at me. "What are you doing?" he asked playfully. I said nothing as I began to draw pictures absent-mindedly on his chiseled abs.

This went on for about a minute or two, until I grew bored. Leaning my head down, I placed a kiss at the top of his jeans. He moaned openly, which I took as an invite to unzip them.

"What are you-

I took him into my mouth, and he shut up quickly. He sat up, watching as my head bobbed up and down to a set rhythm. He groaned appreciatively.

"Faster," he uttered, unable to form a completely sentence. I quickened the pace; he thrust his hips up in reaction. Tongue swirling around the hard member, I let my hands roam his muscular groin. At one point it was too much for him, and he came into my throat.

I swallowed automatically, watching his face contort into a state of happiness. I kissed my way up to his neck, laying on top of him.

He was still breathing hard, and his eyes were glazed over. I let him calm down, then gave him a loving stroke on the cheek.

He smiled broadly. "Not bad," he teased. He ran a hand once through my hair, then rolled me over so he was on top. I questioned him with my eyes, grinning.

"Now its my turn to touch," he murmured.