AN: Ok I am dreadfully sorry these updates take forever, but hopefully I will be able to pop em out sooner. Thank you for everyone who has read and/or reviewed. Please Please Please continue to do so. This is a collage of Harry's POV.

BurningDecks: You know the funny thing about that? Every time I go and type it out the name, I always stop and say did I check that with the dvd? And every single time I assume I did. Lol

Gurl3677: I wrote these little bits up, with no idea how or where to put it up, but there was something (someone) I was missing. Not to mention I wasn't sure if any of it was even halfway decent. I figured maybe have a deleted scene bit. But if you are curious... ^_^

NikixXx: Thank you. I wanted it to be adorable with them stumbling about.

Over the sizzle of the greasy patties leaking their moisture onto the hot flat top grill, Harry heard that awful obnoxious laughter. He passed a quick sideways glance over the counter at the bulky idiot doubled over in his seat. From her stiff posture, he could tell that Reese clearly did not share his amusement. Or perhaps any giggle she might have held was smothered by the unnecessarily loud and food spewing merriment of her companion.

He'd watched the couple since they'd made their arrival to the little diner twenty minutes ago. Harry knew the exact length of time, seeing as since she'd walked in he'd managed to burn himself twice, dropped a pattie onto the floor, and had to fish out a ticket from the trash. Harry had tried to keep his head down and focus on the food he was cooking, but he couldn't stop himself from staring at her for the duration of her date. Which of course it had to be. What else could it have been? She was dressed far too nicely for it to be anything else. His Rey never dolled herself up for no reason. In fact she'd made it a point to dress down. Or at least one layer to cover 95% of her skin at the least.

When they were kids Reese wore torn jeans and T-shirts like any other hyperactive kid. Then one day poof. She' d become the walking dead: stumbling about and silent as the grave. She started showing up at the park in long sleeved, high-colored shirts and long bulky pants. Even in the summer she wore leggings or high socks under her shorts. Reese had never told him why the change, and he'd never thought to ask.

Lost in his thoughts he finished up the two patties that had survived the trip from the fridge to the grill. As gingerly as possible, Harry slid the two patties onto their respective buns, determined not to have to cook the order for a second time. He placed the two plates onto the counter and tapped the little bell to let the server know the orders were done. Relieved that he finally finished an order without messing it up, he looked up to see a pair of bright smiling hazel eyes, watching him slyly.

"Hey there." Her voice still had that perky youthful tone he remembered, in spite of the years that had passed since they played together. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw his supervisor heading his way to pick up the orders. Not wanting to get chewed out anymore, he ducked quickly out of sight until he left with the plates

"What are you doing here?" he murmured trying not to attract attention. He busied himself with restocking the shelves.

"Can we talk?" Harry turned his head to her at the request, his breath catching in his throat. She was stretched over the counter her arms pushed out in front of her. The tight clasp of her hands, pressed her breasts close together. A large abundance of smooth white skin curved above the low cut blouse.

"Oh we can do more than talk." The mocking voice chuckled loudly in his ear. A bright red blush swept over his face. Reese glanced down after realizing his distraction, and moved to cover herself.

"I'm taking out the trash in a few minutes…"

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"You're hurting me." Pain laced her words as the forgotten date squeezed her slender arm tightly in his beefy grasp. Harry felt himself sink back, opening up the darker part of his mind. His vision tunneled, focusing only on the piece of shit that was hurting Rey. Harry found himself launched at the cretin, pummeling his fists into the fallen man's face. A faint wet crunching sound slithered into Harry's ears, driving him further to do more damage. It wasn't until red ran bright before his eye that he could make out the shrieks begging him to stop. A soft hand landed on his shoulder, pulling to stop his raised fist from coming down. He turned his head to look up at the owner of the hand.

"Harry! Please stop! You've done enough." A look of pure horror was smeared over Reese's face. Deep in the glossy fear of her eyes, he saw himself, a blood-thirsty thing, reflected there. The anger that had ruled his actions only a short while ago drifted away, replaced instead by a very peculiar feeling, flooding his body. He watched her with a new predatory sense, focused fully on the curves of her body.

As she knelt by the unconscious body, Harry couldn't help but stare down the front of her shirt at her chest, rising and falling teasingly in his view from her panicked breathing. His mouth watered at the idea of tasting that flushed skin. He wanted more than books and pictures. Vaguely he realized she had been speaking to him for the past ten minutes, and that he had been answering.

"You need to go," she said waving him away. "I'll take care of this." Harry walked back to the door, still watching her intently. Blood splotched on her face and hands, body shaking from the pure shock of what had just happened, and terror still fresh in her face, Reese presented a stunning picture before him. Guilt hit him in the stomach as he realized that while she was covering up his mistake, he was imagining what she looked like naked.

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"I'm just gonna go inside, before I make this anymore awkward than it already is." Harry watched Reese scurry away through the door of her apartment. He stood unmoving from the spot at the base of the stairs.

"Well," chuckled a distinctly sarcastic male voice to his left. "You gonna do something about that?" Harry turned his head and glared at the man in black leaning against the railing. The man peered up the stairs from under the wide brim of his black hat, a less than honest expression on his face. Harry shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. The thought made his stomach somersault into his throat. He wanted to go up, which was a frightening idea in itself. Rey had been the only female that roused any sexual reaction from him.

Not true.

"Ok," smirked the man in black. "Can't let that go to waste." Adjusting the collar of his long black jacket, he pulled away from the railing and moved to stroll up the stairs. Harry's hand snaked out and grabbed the back of his jacket, yanking the man to the floor beneath him. His head bounced off the cement with a resounding crack.

"Stay away from her, Madden," he warned the fallen man, hovering menacingly over him. Madden slid along the concrete to pull himself up into a seated position.

"Why?" he laughed running his hand gingerly over the back of his head. "She practically begged you to fuck her, and you are gonna walk away."

Harry turned his eyes from Madden, slowly oozing blood from the back of his head, to the closed door in front of him.

"Rey," he called up to the door. "I could hang out for a bit."

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His palms were ridiculously sweaty as he sat down on the second hand couch. Not that the quality of the furniture mattered. His mother's furniture was just as old and broken down. The only difference being that Rey's furniture was not masked with throw pillows and other frivolous nonsense to make it seem homier. As he looked about the small apartment, he realized that nothing in the room said anything about its tenant. No wallpaper or pictures graced the walls. No decorations. The second hand couch he sat on, the worn coffee table before him, a rickety table with two chairs, and a tiny television set were the only additions to the traditional walls and a roof.

The pleasant aroma of coffee wafted through the air. Harry glanced

At the fragrant scent, to see Reese emerge from the small kitchen with two mugs in her grasp. She set the two steaming mugs on the table, and took a seat next to him.

"So, I don't have any special coffee or anything," Out of the corner of his eye he saw Madden kneeling by the table, prodding the coffee mug. The smug jerk was smiling knowingly at them on the couch.

"just whatever is cheapest, honestly. When you're…" Determined to ignore Madden as he eyeballed Rey, Harry smashed his lips against hers. His teeth pushed a bit painfully through his lips as he threw himself head first into the kiss. Or rather lips first .Smothered under the gung ho determination of his mouth, her surprised squeaking reached his ears just before she pulled away from him. He silently scolded himself for the abuse his mouth did to hers while he watched her prod her red and puffy lips.

"I did that wrong didn't I?" Humiliated at his obvious lack of experience, or even basic comprehension, bloomed into a bright red blush over his face. Her quiet laughter only threw more fuel onto the fire that raged in his cheeks. Through downcast eyes he watched her hand come up into his view and slide along his face. Harry glanced up in time to see her lean in and lay a gentle kiss on his lips. Terrified of screwing up the moment, he held still. Maybe if he didn't move she wouldn't pull away again.

Her warm breath brushed his closed mouth as her lips parted, giving an opening for her warm tongue to slide against his skin. The warm wet tip of her tongue glided against the seam of his mouth. Instinctively his mouth opened letting her tongue in. It stroked his own timid tongue, swirling about it in an enticing manner.

"You gonna let her do all the work?"

Ignoring the snide comment Harry let his tongue follow her lead. His hands slipped over her knees, traveling up the outside of her legs (not yet brave enough to move up the inside) and settling at her waist. He could feel his arms lock into place the moment his hands clamped down on her waist. Harry could feel Rey trying to inch closer to him, but his arms would not give. He wanted to pull her in, but nerves still kept him holding her at bay. Regretfully, she broke the kiss.

"Want me to take care of this?" laughed Madden. "At least then she'll get something."

Harry frowned at Madden's continuous interference.

"I can do this," he snapped at him. She was not for Madden. This was his best friend. His. Not Madden's. Not with what he'd do to her. Rey fit with him. She was broken like him... He'd make damn sure Madden was not involved.

Two bright hazel eyes pierced his, "You don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

He sighed realizing, she thought he was referring to her. It was the right time to try and explain who or what Madden was.

"Not you, I'm just not sure how… I mean I kinda know how. I looked at a book." He stumbled gracefully over the lame excuse. A sad smile spread over her face.

"Honestly, I'm not that sure either. We could figure it out together, or at least have a decent amount of fun trying"

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The air sucked out of his lungs as he pushed into her shaking body. Overwhelmed by the hot moisture that enclosed him. He froze above her, overwhelmed with sensation, and terrified of having it end to early. He felt her inner muscles clamp painfully down on him, keeping him from moving. Looking down at the woman beneath him, Harry frowned at the terrified expression Rey wore. A bright glossy coating slithered over her eyes. Wherever she was, it wasn't there with him. Her fearful panting rocked her body against his, sending chills down his spine. Fighting against the urge to thrust on, he stroked his knuckles against her cheek, twining a lock of her hair around his finger.

Tears began to well at the corners of her eyes, swelling to the point that if she blinked a flood of tears would pour down her cheeks. Rey stared hard at him, a desperate silent plea in her face. Leaning down, he claimed her mouth, kissing a trail to her ear. His head pressed lightly into the pillow next to her ear, turning his face towards her. This night was for them, not anyone else. Not Madden. Not his mother. Not whatever threatened to keep her away. She'd left him behind before, but not this time.

"I love you, Rey."