Summer had been very uneventful. And now as I stood in the train station, waiting for Harry to arrive. I felt someone tap my shoulder. Harry stood behind me, and he grinned broadly. "Hello, Govette," He said, gathering me into his arms and hugging me. "How was your summer?" I asked, brushing my brown bangs away from my eyes as I looked up at Harry, waiting for a reply. "Eventful," He said, as I helped him push his trolley towards the wall, and soon we were getting on the train, and sitting together, talking together. "Well…Something is definitely going on. My cousin was attacked by Dementors." Harry said, with a shrug as he pulled a box out of his pocket. "Happy birthday..I mean, Happy late Birthday." I looked at the box curiously. I had sent Harry a firebolt jacket for his birthday, of which he had slung around his shoulders right now. "Well? Open it." He urged, and I slowly nodded, opening the box to see a rather pretty necklace with different colored gems. I looked up at Harry, who looked proud of himself. "I picked it out. Try it on," He said, as he took the item out of the box and slowly latched it around my neck. I fiddled with it, blushing. I looked up at him, before I kissed his cheek gently. "Thank you." I replied, and Harry smiled before he kissed my cheek as well. "No problem. I love the jacket. It's really nice." He said, rubbing his fingers against the suede. The doors slammed open on our compartment and Draco stood in the doorway. "Adams." He said, with a suave smirk, and sent a glare towards Harry. "Potter. I see both of you are hitting it off very well. Oh, tell me when is the wedding?" He said, leaning against the doorway as he licked his lips at me. Suddenly Ron shoved past Malfoy, causing him to fall at my feet. Draco sneered, and Ron took a seat on the other side of me, raising a brow at Malfoy. "So, Malfoy. Shouldn't you be leaving?" Harry said, with an angry glare.
A week into the school year, Harry and I had been inseperable. One night, as we sat in the common room, I stroked Harry's hair, lovingly. He had his head rested on my stomach, and he sat up slowly, looking at me. "Govette?" He asked, tilting his head. I nodded, pulling my hand from his hair. "You remember how I told you that I'd tell you when I had my first kiss? Well…" He said, before he nervously leaned forward and claimed my lips. For the first time, I kissed back, and sat up, slowly. We pulled back. "I just did," Harry said with a silly grin. I laughed, and Harry kissed me again. I had a feeling that this would be the end of all my troubles.
-THE END-
Editor's Note:
THANK YOU ALL.
I hope you know what this means…
SEQUEL! Or prequel, whatever.
But anyway, look for my new story, about Harry and Govette. I think you'll enjoy it. )
Itsumademo, the sequel to the Weakened.