Harry noisily entered the lecture hall, a little startled when several heads turned to look at her. Two cups of coffee in her hands, she trotted down the closest aisle to the only row that had two available seats next to each other.

"Sorry, 'scuse me, sorry… sorry," she whispered, forcing herself through the tight space between the backs of chairs and people's knees. It didn't help that she was holding two hot coffees and wearing a long scarf thick enough to be a jacket itself.

With a sigh, Harry dropped onto one of the free seats and took a moment to breathe before putting the coffees in the cup holders, taking her scarf off and shoving it in her bag, and retrieving her laptop. The guy next to her shot her an annoyed look. Harry tried to keep the noise level down but she wouldn't even be in this situation if the Starbucks lady didn't mess up her original order!

Harry opened up a new file on her computer ready to jot down some quick notes as she sipped her coffee. It was the first class so they were still going over the syllabus. She immediately pulled out her phone to text Hermione and tell her where she's sitting, and that she got her a coffee.

Harry looked around as she listened to the professor speak. When her gaze landed on the guy next to her again, he was still angry, making her frown. Was she not allowed to look around either now?

They finished going over the syllabus but there was still over an hour of the class left. Harry had finished her entire coffee and now her knee was bouncing nervously wondering where Hermione was. When the prof allowed them a ten minute break, she instantly called her friend.

"Hello?" Hermione answered.

"Hermione!" Harry hissed. "Where the hell are you?!"

She tried to keep her voice down but Harry was really nervous in this room. It was not her type of class. In classes she took the teachers were more laid back and joking. This one was filled with all nerds who diligently took notes and the guy next to her was annoyed that she would dare make a phone call during the break!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Hermione said quickly. "Please don't be mad."

Harry tensed. "Why would I be mad?"

"Well you remember the Astronomy class I've been trying to get into since first year?"

"Yes."

"Luna's in it and she just told me a friend of hers dropped out! So I rushed to get into it but I had to drop the History class because it conflicts with it," she said sheepishly.

"You're in a different class?!"

"Yes, it's starting in four minutes."

"Hermione!" Harry whined. The guy next to her rolled his eyes. "I only took this class for you! I don't know anyone here! I got you a coffee!"

"I'm so so sorry, I'll make it up to you, okay! This month's groceries are all on me!"

Harry conceded and hung up. She picked up Hermione's lukewarm coffee and chugged the entire thing, once again, earning a judgemental look from her neighbour.

"Oh will you please remove the stick that's up your ass," Harry grumbled, surprising him. It was her turn to roll her eyes as she opened a new tab on her browser and signed into her student account, looking for other classes to switch into that were more interesting than European History.

With an (unintentional) loud gasp, she saw that there were no more elective courses for her to take. Well, there were but they're either worse than History or need a prerequisite she didn't have, or at the same time as her other classes.

Harry couldn't even drop this course because she needed the credit!

"Fuck," she mumbled under her breath, rubbing her forehead stressfully.

Harry left the meeting with her academic advisor, angry and with barely enough time to get a coffee.

She hoped her academic advisor would be able to make something work and put her in a different class but all the options were the same as what she saw, all worse than History. There was no way she was going to take a Philosophy course—that required more thinking and work than History!

Not caring that she may be late again, Harry went to Starbucks and ordered herself a coffee as well as a muffin for later.

She entered the lecture room quieter this time and scanned the area for an open seat. Sipping her coffee, she took notes, though half the time her mind was elsewhere.

When class was finally dismissed she bolted out of her seat to leave, pushed past people going up the aisle to the exit and tripped, nearly falling flat on her face.

If it wasn't for who she stumbled into on her way to the floor.

The guy she sat next to last week, the rude (and annoyingly attractive) guy, caught arm and held her upright before she could drag him to the ground too.

"Watch where you're going," he muttered angrily. Harry frowned, not liking that he had probably the smoothest voice she'd ever heard.

"Sorry," she mumbled, pulling her arm out of his grasp and pushing past him.

The third week of the semester, classes were starting to pick up. Harry wished she didn't have to go to that History class but it started to seem not too bad after one Wednesday evening. On her way home, she bumped into Roger Davies, her neighbour, and his really cute friend.

"Hey, Roger," Harry smiled politely.

"Harry!" Roger put an arm around her shoulders affectionately. "Cedric, this is Harry, one of my lovely neighbours. Harry, meet Cedric, one of my closest friends."

Cedric, it turned out, was a TA in the humanities department.

"Yeah, I'm a TA for a European History class, my first seminar is actually tomorrow so I'm quite nervous."

"No way!" Harry's jaw dropped. "I'm in that class!"

"You are?"

"Tomorrow at noon right?"

"Yeah!"

Both were happy they would know one other person in that class now. And Harry made sure to look extra cute the next day.

She arrived early for the first time and made her way down to the front row of the class. Annoyingly enough, the nerds had already taken most of the front seats. She chose one anyway but recoiled when she saw the person next to it was the rude boy.

"You again!" Harry huffed, looking around for other front row seats but the only available ones were at the ends and Cedric wouldn't be able to see her well.

"Are you following me?" the guy accused.

Harry scoffed, "You wish!" She looked at the second row, debating sitting there or even the third when someone called her name behind her.

"Harry?" Cedric called moving closer to her. Harry immediately plastered on a wide smile and dropped her things in the seat, going to meet Cedric.

"Cedric, how are you?"

Cedric tucked his hands into his pockets and smiled back at her.

"I'm a little nervous. I see you're sitting at the front, it's nice to have a friendly face close," he said.

They chatted until class was about to start and Cedric asked, "Did you like the reading?"

Harry froze and blinked at him.

"The… the reading?" she repeated, really hoping that Cedric was joking. His eyes widened slightly.

"Oh yeah, you didn't do it? It's what the seminar is going to be about."

"I never got it," Harry lied. There was definitely some article linked online that she saw she had to read but she always considered those to be suggestions and she never spoke in class so she didn't care to read them.

"Oh, well, here I have a copy printed out," he said, handing her an article that was at least twenty pages. "You can follow along, I won't pick on you," he said warmly.

Harry let out a breath of relief, "Thank you."

The class was starting so Harry headed back to her seat, placing her items on the floor so she could sit. The guy next to her had a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised at her.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," he said, his eyes taking in her hair, her makeup and clothes, before flicking over to Cedric who was getting prepared. He had judgment written all over his face.

"Shut up, you don't know me," Harry argued, getting comfortable in her seat and flipping through the article to get as familiar with it as she can in the next three minutes.

"And she didn't even do the reading," he muttered under his breath, chuckling. Harry glared at him. He smirked, "Tell me, isn't Harry a boy's name?"

"No," Harry deadpanned, furiously reading the article in front of her.

"Pretty sure it is. Is 'Harry' short for something? Harriet, perhaps?"

"No. It's short for 'shut-the-fuck-up-and-leave-me-alone'."

He snickered at her before turning back to his notebook as class started.

Cedric began talking and asking questions about the topic in the reading. As promised, he didn't pick on Harry to answer anything but he also didn't have to because the prick next to her knew the answer to everything.

After the third consecutive time he shared his opinion, Harry, still sour from before, mumbled under her breath, "Know-it-all" and "suck up".

Unfortunately, he heard.

"Oh, I'm the suck-up?" he whispered, referring to how she dressed up today. Harry pursed her lips and didn't respond.

When Cedric asked another question, the guy shared his opinion again, going on and on before he finally said, "Actually, I was talking to Harry here earlier, and she had a very good counter-argument to my point. Perhaps she could share it?"

Harry's heart dropped and she looked up in horror. The guy was smirking at her in amusement. Cedric was pleasantly surprised.

And Harry didn't know what to do. From what she heard, his point was a really good one and the right opinion. There was no way she could counter it even if she knew what they were talking about.

Should she pretend like she can't speak? Like she was getting a call? Pretend like she wasn't Harry?

The whole class waited expectantly for her to speak.

Harry opened her mouth and said, "Er…" Gulping, she continued, "No, I don't think it's worth sharing, thank you though…" She looked at the guy and cursed herself for not knowing his name.

He smirked wider, "No, you definitely should share it, it was very interesting."

"Yeah, Harry, don't be nervous. There are no wrong answers," Cedric said kindly.

"No, no," Harry insisted. "I'd rather not."

Then she brought the article really close to her face to close herself off from the others and make it clear she was done talking. The conversation shifted after Cedric brought up another point and it was minutes before Harry's face stopped burning and she lowered her article.

The guy next to her was still amused.

"What's your name?" Harry hissed.

"Why do you care?" he asked, scribbling notes in his book.

"You know my name. It's only fair I know yours."

"No."

Harry opened her mouth to continue arguing when the boy next to him turned and said, "Tom, can I borrow a pen? Mine just ran out."

Tom covered his eyes with his hand and sighed in frustration before angrily thrusting a pen to his friend.

"Nice to meet you, Tom," Harry said sweetly. "You watch out because I'm going to get back at you for that."

Tom snorted and rolled his eyes, "Okay."

She didn't like his attitude, she didn't like his cockiness, she didn't like how obviously smart and attractive he was. She hated everything about him, from his perfect dark hair to his attire. He was dressed in a light blue dress shirt tucked into slacks. Probably a business major. Harry hated that about him too.

Harry packed her things earlier than she should have and waited patiently for class to be dismissed. When it finally was, and Tom gathered his things ready to leave, Harry strategically knocked over her water bottle to splash over his lap before tossing it in her bag and out of sight.

Tom cursed and stood from his seat.

"Oh dear, Tom!" Harry gasped, also standing. "Well it's alright, don't be embarrassed! There's a bathroom just down the hall!"

She spoke loud enough for several heads to turn and snicker at the sight of Tom's wet trousers.

He glared at her murderously while Harry smiled back. His trousers were dark grey but it was light enough for the wet blotch to stand out. With his jaw locked, he covered it with his bag and pushed past Harry to leave.

Valentine's Day landed on a Saturday this year and Roger and his housemates were throwing a massive party. He convinced the girls to let him open their fence gates so they can use their space as well and have a bigger party. Harry, Ginny and Luna were all for it, with Hermione reluctantly agreeing. Their street had some of the bigger houses so parties were more common here and to have two neighbouring houses host it, that would be the biggest party Maple St has ever seen.

So they put away all their valuables and any breakables, locked their own bedroom doors and Harry purchased all the alcohol. The boys had the kegs and they had the nicer drinks, because only Harry was willing to splurge on that.

Harry and Ginny originally both looked like twins with their red hair straightened and both wearing small white dresses. Because of this, Harry offered to change into her black dress.

"Oh, I was hoping to wear your black dress," Hermione said sheepishly. Harry tilted her head curiously. Her black dress was a little sluttier than anything Hermione ever wore.

"This black dress?" Harry asked, pulling out the short, bodycon dress with thin spaghetti straps.

"Oh God, no, I meant this," Hermione rifled through Harry's closet and pulled out a black babydoll dress.

"Well as long as we aren't wearing the same thing," Harry shrugged, "of course you can wear it!"

Ginny's brother, Ron, was a good friend of theirs too. He had an apartment with a couple of his friends a bit farther away so he usually stayed overnight after parties. Hermione had a huge crush on him that she vehemently denied anytime Harry brought it up.

Both houses were quickly filled with people as the parties started. They invited everyone they knew and almost the whole block. Some showed, some went to other parties, and some brought people Harry had never seen before.

She didn't really care about the other people, not since she saw Cedric in his dashing smile across the yard. Harry waved at him and he waved back. Downing her drink she decided to head over there when someone bumped into her and knocked their drink all over her dress.

"No!" Harry cried in distress, alcohol dripping down her front.

"Sorry," a voice she hated said.

Harry shot Tom a withering glare.

"You!" she pointed an accusatory finger at him. "What are you doing here?! You weren't invited!"

"Yes, I was," Tom smirked.

"Well we didn't invite you and this is my house so get off my lawn!" she shouted, pushing past him into her house to change.

Harry was frustrated she had to change out of her sexy dress until she remembered Ginny had a similar one. Quickly checking in with her to see if it was okay, Harry bolted up the stairs, unlocked Ginny's door and found a navy bodycon dress similar to hers. Harry cleaned the alcohol off her body, angrily noting that Tom's drink was the same as hers, before she slipped into Ginny's dress.

But Ginny was a size smaller than her so the already tight dress fit more snugly. Whatever, Harry didn't care as long as it accentuated her figure.

Back at the party, Harry tried to search for Cedric again. Instead, she found Tom flirting with a pretty girl.

"Tom, I can't believe you would show your face here at my house after cheating on me!" Harry shrieked, startling both Tom and the girl. "And with my own sister?! Get out!"

Tom's eyes widened. He turned to the girl to explain but she simply looked at him in disgust and walked away. Harry smirked at Tom, stealing his drink while he glared at her.

"I told you, you should leave," Harry said, winking at him.

She knew better than to seek Cedric out right away because Tom would likely follow and sabotage that. Instead she found her friends dancing in their living room and joined in for some fun. About an hour later, when she was certain Tom had left by now, she went across to the boys' house.

Harry crossed to their yard and froze. Tom was still here. And he was speaking amicably to Cedric. Fuck, this couldn't be good.

Hopefully they were only talking about History.

Harry walked up to them and smiled at Cedric. Before she could get a word in, Tom threw an arm around her waist and pulled her flush to his side.

"There you are, darling," Tom said sweetly. "Oh and look at you wearing my favourite dress," he winked. To Cedric he said, "She wore this dress for our first year anniversary, about two years ago now? Right? Crazy how quickly time flies when you're in love!"

Harry's jaw dropped. This could not be happening.

"No," she said, "No no—"

"You're right," Tom interjected. "It wasn't our first anniversary, it was the second! The one where you wanted to celebrate at a swingers club."

Harry's face burned as she glared at him. Tom didn't even notice, he simply laughed and pulled her closer.

"She's a wild one, don't know what I'm gonna do with her."

Cedric chuckled awkwardly before making an excuse and walking away. Harry threw Tom's arm off her and poked his chest aggressively.

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Hey, you did it first!" he argued.

"Because you spilled your drink on me!"

"You did that first too!"

"Because you embarrassed me in class!"

"Trust me, darling, you do that perfectly enough all on your own."

Harry huffed in frustration and since her night was ruined now that Cedric wasn't interested anymore, she resolved to follow Tom around and ruin his night too.

Tom was very easy to annoy, she learned, but he had a strong spirit that she couldn't break. He was tough and Harry was not a good enough match for him because by the end of the night she was so frustrated with him that she was ready to cry while he looked like he could go another few rounds of bickering.

Eventually she left him because it would only be a few more hours before half the people left and she wanted to party.

Ron's friends were all her friends too since they've known each other for years. They were the first familiar faces she saw and decided to hang out with. Neville, the nicest out of all of them, danced with her a little to brighten her mood.

Just when she forgot about the spawn of Satan, he reappeared at her side when she and Neville were about to do shots.

"No, go away," she said to Tom. "I'm doing these shots with Neville."

But Neville didn't exactly feel like doing shots so if Tom was willing to do it with Harry then he wanted to go back to his friends. Harry's jaw dropped when he left her alone with essentially a stranger. Well Tom wasn't exactly a stranger anymore, but he was her enemy! Didn't Neville know that? Was he not listening when she complained?

Harry ended up doing her shots with Tom. Then she ended up sitting with him in the kitchen and they ate together silently. Then some hot girls came up to flirt with him so Harry threw herself at him and pretended like he was her boyfriend to drive them away. As soon as they left she pushed him away but he grabbed her wrist and tugged her close again.

"You're infuriating, did you know that?" he said in a deadly whisper.

"So are you," Harry rolled her eyes, pulling away from him again, only to be spun and pushed against the counter by him. "What are you doing?"

Tom didn't answer. He was gazing at her hungrily and she was sure she was looking at him the same way. Her eyes flicked down to his pink lips before going back to his eyes. She couldn't kiss him. That would be so wrong. He's her enemy and an asshole. And he had such beautiful grey eyes.

Before she could talk herself out of it more, Tom leaned in and pressed a searing kiss to her lips, taking her entirely by surprise. She froze until he pulled away and frowned. Then Harry snapped back into her senses (or out of them entirely) and pulled him back in. Her lips moved against his, kissing him fiercely—the only way she knew to be around him.

Tom's hands felt like heaven as they roamed her sides and back before tangling in her hair.

He pulled away to catch his breath, reminding Harry that she needed to do that too. For a moment she forgot about everything that wasn't Tom. And Christ, was that a damn good kiss. Harry didn't think she'd ever kissed someone and felt so blown away by it. Gulping, her hand slid down his arm to take his hand. She wasn't not letting him go now.

"Come," was all she said before dragging him through the crowd. Tom followed after her, his hands on her lower back as she led him upstairs. It was quieter here because most of the people were downstairs.

Harry pulled back the picture frame on the wall next to her door, behind which she taped her key. As she struggled to unlock her door, Tom was getting antsy. Him touching her hips did not help her move any faster.

A couple of drunk guys hooted and whistled at them, prompting Tom to shut them up with a death glare. Harry finally got the door open and burst inside, being caught by Tom before she actually fell. The first thing she did was take off her shoes and throw them aside, while Tom took in her room.

Harry laid on her bed before sitting up and leaning back on her hands, waiting.

Tom watched with lust-filled eyes. He shut the door firmly behind him and twisted the lock before pinning her with an intense stare. Harry didn't know why the action sent a thrill through her, but it did and she wanted Tom now. He moved forward, kicking off his own shoes, and crawled onto the bed over her. Harry cupped his cheek and pulled him down for another kiss, as they worked on getting each other's clothes off.

As always, he was in a dress shirt but this time tucked into a pair of jeans. It took a couple tries for Harry to unbuckled his belt, which made him chuckle.

"Don't laugh at me," Harry frowned. She came off as tough, but drunk she was very fragile. She didn't think she could take someone as hot as Tom laughing at her in bed.

"I'm not laughing at you," Tom said, kissing her neck before sitting up to take his own belt off.

"I'm serious, Tom," she said, her eyes misting. "I'm probably going to start crying. I'm emotional."

Tom sighed and rolled his eyes. "Of course you are."

Her bottom lip wobbled. Tom slid his zipper down and then leaned back over Harry.

"Love, I'm not laughing at you, I promise," he said, pressing more kisses around her neck. "I just think you're cute."

"Oh," Harry said, relieved. "I think you're cute too. Sorry I almost cried. I don't usually do that in bed. You're just very intimidating. And super hot."

Her honestly made him chuckle again which nearly sent her the edge again, but before it could Tom distracted her by tugging the top of her dress down and revealing her breasts. His lips latched onto one of her nipples while he twisted the other one between his fingers.

"Oh, Tom," Harry moaned. She could not remember the last time a guy focused on her so much at the beginning. With other guys, it was usually straight to the sex part as quick as they can. Tom was a little classier.

When his hand found her dress zipper at her side, he wasted no time in pulling it down and getting Harry naked. Clad in just her panties, she was feeling quite nervous. Especially with the way Tom was staring at her.

"Take this off," she whispered, unbuttoning his shirt. His shirt came off followed by his jeans and then they were even and Harry was comfortable. Her hands ran over his chest, memorizing the details and contours of his body.

Tom slid down Harry's body, pulling her panties down and discarding them. He met her gaze as he licked a long stripe over her core. Harry gasped loudly, lifting herself up on her elbows to see him better. Tom licked repeatedly and swirled his tongue over her clit before pulling his mouth away to coat his fingers with her juices. He bit his lip as he slid one finger in her and then another. Harry's eyes closed, and when he curled his fingers inside she came to a shuddering release.

Harry plopped back down, catching her breath.

"Do you want me to…" she mumbled incoherently. Tom came back up over her. Her hand slid inside his boxers to tug at his length. "Suck you?"

She assumed it was her turn to return the favour, but he said, "No need, I'm hard as rock. And if you put those pretty little lips around my cock, we won't end up getting to the actual sex."

Harry giggled as Tom pushed his boxers down and kicked them away. He smiled at her, pressing a quick kiss to her lips again before lining himself up at her entrance and rubbing his cock through her folds.

"Do you have a condom? I didn't bring one with me," he admitted.

Harry reached towards her bedside table and tried to open the top drawer. "A handsome guy like you coming to a party without a condom?"

"I didn't think I'd get lucky and see you here," he said, making Harry blush. God he could be really charming. Does this mean he liked her? Even after she threw water on his lap?

Tom leaned across and stretched his arm to grab a box of several different kinds of condoms. He knew that it was likely there for exactly this type of situation, but still, the idea that she had so many here made him frown.

"Exactly how many guys do you bring up here?" Tom scowled, his possessiveness kicking in despite only getting intimate with Harry thirty minutes ago.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Harry smirked. Tom narrowed his eyes. Fine. He didn't care if it was ten guys or twenty. He was going to fuck her so good that she'll forget all about the other guys.

Tom slid the condom over himself before plunging into her without warning. Harry gasped, her eyes widening and when Tom started pounding, her eyes rolled back and closed in ecstasy.

His eyes zeroed into her breasts bouncing in unison to his thrusting and he squeezed one. Harry let out a loud whine as her hands clutched his biceps.

Tom's hair fell over his eyes, he pushed it back to see her better. Then his head dropped beside hers. His soft pants and groans in her ear was the hottest thing she'd ever heard.

"Wait," Harry whispered, pushing him down and rolling over to be on top of him. At first his brows pinched, making her wonder if he's ever done it like this before. "You ever done it like this before?"

"No," Tom panted, his hands on her thighs.

"I bet you're the kinda guy who always likes to be in control," she remarked, as she slowly bounced over him.

"And you're going to change me?" he raised his eyebrows, finding that he didn't mind this at all. His hands travelled up her torso to cup and squeeze her breasts.

Harry bit her lip and she slowed her pace down.

"Harry," Tom said warningly. She ignored him and started rolling her hips in circles. "Oh, fuck."

Harry dragged the motions out torturously, no matter how much he demanded she go faster. She picked up the pace, bouncing hard on him but then she slowed down again and he grunted in frustration. Groaning, he flipped them back over so he was on top and rammed his cock inside her hard and fast. Harry gasped in excitement, loving his style and regretting every guy she slept with before because it was never this good.

Her mouth stayed open as she let out soft breaths of delight. Tom dipped his head and plunged his tongue past her lips, licking the inside of her mouth. Harry moaned, seeing stars as she came for the second time that night. Her own tongue hotly grazed against his. Tom's rhythm turned sloppy before he readjusted his position and hammered into her until he caught his own release.

"Oh my God," Harry breathed when Tom flopped down over her chest tiredly. Her hands carded through his hair while his hot breath fanned over her breast.

"Holy fuck, that was damn good," Tom panted.

"I'll say," Harry agreed.

Tom picked up his head. "Was it the best ever or what?"

She didn't even have the energy to banter with him or say anything that wasn't the complete truth.

"Yes," she smiled, tears pricking her. "That was hands-down the best sex of my life. I don't think I can let you go now."

Tom smirked, moving up so his head laid next to hers. His index finger traced her red lips. "Oh baby, you're not getting rid of me even if you wanted to."