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CHAPTER 4: EVERYWHERE

Ron Weasley glanced at his best friend who has finally arrived to the table. He was surprised to even see Harry still sleeping when he had woken up; usually it was the opposite in the morning.

"Is something wrong mate?" The red-head inquires.

The Golden Boy sat down across from Ron. "It's nothing." He didn't want to confess to his best friend that all day; his mind was invaded by a certain Slytherin. Harry couldn't shake her out of his mind ever since he found her at the Astronomy Tower. He only thought of Russo since then.

The red-head looked unconvinced with his answer but he left it alone. He reckon Harry must be thinking about ways to stalk Malfoy or some other Death Eater's son to gather information on You-Know-Who.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry finally noticed the missing book-worm best friend.

Ron grimaced. "She refuses to go out of her dormitory ever since that Slytherin kid gave her that present which burned off her eyebrows."

"Oh. Why doesn't she just use the Hair Growth Potion?"

"Mate, I suggested that to her. She blew up on me!" Ron shook his head then he sighs. "Girls are really confusing. One moment their crying then the next they're attacking you with spells."

Harry stares at Ron expectantly. "Did she…?"

"Merlin no!" Ron's eyes bulge out. "No. No. She screamed at me to get out."

The Golden Boy nodded slowly as he chews his bacon thoroughly. He wasn't really paying attention but talking to Ron is kind of helping him to forget about the Slytherin. As if he had radar installed in him, he glances up to the side and from that instant he watched as Russo strut in the Great Hall with her friend Zabini.

Again a new feeling aroused in the pits of his stomach, it felt like it was punching him in the gut really hard. Harry tried to shake off the feeling but he couldn't. He didn't know why he was feeling this way. He shouldn't anyway.

All of the sudden, he felt like he needed t punch something and the only thing he was able to do was punched the table really hard. It startled the rest of the Gryffindor table and the nearby Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuff's.

"Er, Harry what's wrong?" Ron warily asked, shocked filled his eyes. He had never seen Harry so angry like that before! The table felt like it was going to break when Harry had punched the table.

Harry gritted his teeth in frustration. In the back of his mind, it was telling him to turn out to look at her. He refused. Harry didn't want to feel the emotion in his guts. "It's nothing, Ron. I'm just feeling a little stress." He stood up abruptly, ignoring the looks from everyone. He could feel the stares from the Slytherin table. They must've heard of the commotion he had made.

Before Ron could ask where he was going, Harry cut him off. "I'm going to fly for a bit." He crossed over the seat and began to saunter out the Great Hall and like always, murmurs spread like wildfire of the scandalous thing he had just done. He tuned it all out. Harry never liked the fame.

Harry still could feel the stares from the Slytherin's. He tried to fight with his body not to glance at the Slytherin table but his body betrayed him as his neck craned to the side, gazing over the Slytherin table.

To much of his surprise, Russo was staring at him. Was that guilt in her eyes that he sees? Then all of the sudden, she looked away to talked to the dark-skinned Slytherin. He said something to her that made her laugh.

Harry looked away. Fuck, what was happening to him? He finally reached the end of the Great Hall. It only took him fifteen minutes to reach the courtyard and another twenty minutes to walk all the way to the Quidditch Pitch. He needs to fly to clear his mind. It helps him.

Once he reached the pitch, he automatically headed for the Gryffindor locker room, where his beloved Firebolt awaits him, but once he reached the broom shed he spluttered.

"What the fuck?" All of the brooms were there except for that empty space in the middle where his Firebolt usually resides. Seriously? Who would actually take it?

Worst of all, his team is having the first Quidditch match against the Slytherins! Without his Firebolt he's nothing!

"Great! Just fucking great." Harry kicks the broom shed angrily, ignoring the pain that is shooting up to his brain. Why the sudden all of his things just suddenly pop and disappear like that?

First his book, that he borrowed from Slughorn and kept it afterwards. The Half-Blood Prince Potions book. Sure, it wasn't his, but it was keeping him in top of the class! Even in the top of that bloody Zabini git!

And speaking of Zabini, Russo is his partner! He didn't know why it aggravated him so.

Again, he kicked the broom shed. He was so angry; he didn't realize how violently he was shaking. He never felt so mad before!

Then he froze as if somebody casted a binding spell on him. Then a single question seeps into his mind.

Why was he overreacting over a bloody Slytherin whom he did not know very well?

Harry thought about it and he only came up with nothing. He felt like Russo had him under her spell. He sighed.

Seeing that he couldn't fly today without his broom, he decided to go back to his dormitory. There was still remaining homework which he was too lazy to do.

After all that fiasco at the Gryffindor locker room (he didn't destroy anything as he left, he promises) Harry finally reached Transfiguration class on time.

He finally managed to calm himself down as he walked back to the castle, but he was still angry that his broom was gone. Who would seriously take it?

Then he groaned as his mind drifted to the thought of the upcoming match this Saturday against the Slytherins and it was the first match of the Quidditch season.

Great, he had to find his broom fast He wasn't going to ride on another broom, since his was way faster. Then again, there were rumors that Malfoy had gotten his hands on the new fastest broom on the market, the Asteroid Meteor. Even Zabini – oh great, he also heard that Zabini bought the broom too!

"Spoiled… ass Slytherins…" Harry mutter under his breath. He was so focus on thinking to destroy Zabini on the field this Saturday, somehow but he didn't realize that another Slytherin was walking up towards him.

Then,

He hit something hard and heard it –

"Ow! Shite!"

—excuse him, heard her fall to the ground. He realized that he bumped into the girl that has been in his mind all day. The virus that infected his mind all day long.

Harry held out his hand to help her up.

"Again? Potter, you need new glasses!" Russo slapped his hand away and she helped herself up. "You can't get enough of me, Potter?" She said smugly and then she smirked widely. "You're everywhere now…"

Harry scowled. He suddenly felt his anger rising up. "I don't need this from you, Russo! Piss off!" He was startled. Did those words actually came out from his mouth?

The brunette Slytherin glared icily at him. "I was just teasing. Sheesh, can't take a joke Pothead?" Then she proceeded to shove past him and then she turned around and came along the middle finger. "Fuck you, Potter!"

Harry continued to stay still. He was still staring at the same spot where Russo was standing. He didn't really mean to say those words to her. It all just came out, all at once. His anger towards Zabini was transferred to Russo.

'C'mon, Harry. You didn't transfer that anger from Zabini to Russo. You were mad because she REJECTED your hand to help her up'

The Golden Boy cursed and told his conscious to shut up. In the back of head, he knew it was true. He was mad that he was rejected and it more like he was dejected that he was rejected.

Could he at least manage to be civil with Russo?

Then again, he was never civil with any other Slytherins but Russo. She was something else.

Harry sighs and then he remembered the Transfiguration class that was going to start in a couple of minutes. Most of his classmates were already there, including the bloody Slytherins As he sat down next to Ron, he couldn't help but notice a certain blonde Greengrass was staring at him, poker faced.

Did he do something wrong that made her want to stare at him?

Harry looked back down on the table. He'll figure it out later.

"You okay, mate?" Ron inquires, worryingly. "You scared half of the 1st years at lunch."

"Just peachy, Ron. Just peachy." Harry replies as he took out the parchment, quill and the ink bottle. "I feel like I just fucked up a good civil friendship."

Ron's eyebrows arched. "With who?"

Harry smiled sadly at him, but he never said anything else. He left his best friend to ponder on that thought.

It was a cold night inside the Lion's Den. Harry couldn't help but shiver whenever the cold air managed to seep in through his warm thick blankets.

He was under his blankets and he was casting Lumos on the Marauder's Map. It was his usual routine ever since the year began. Harry could have stopped when he discontinue to stalk Malfoy. He wasn't really going to get information on that blonde bloke, since all he's doing is shagging his girlfriend.

This time, Harry was stalking on the red dot name, Alex Russo. Just like the night before, she was in the top left center of his map. Russo was in the Astronomy Tower.

Harry probably didn't realize it yet but he has been staring at that dot for a very long time, like a half an hour already.

In his mind, he was debating whether to visit the Slytherin tonight. There was argument inside between two sides of his personalities. Gryffindor Harry says 'No. Stay here. She'll be mad if you go there. She'll burn your whole hair off!'

But Slytherin Harry suggests, 'Bloody hell. Just fucking go there! She won't mind! Just GO! GO! GO! Don't you want to spend more time with her than Zabini?'

Gryffindor Harry was about to make a rebuttal but the real Harry shut off his mind.

It was already made up when he cautiously jumped out from his bed, found his Invisibility Cloak in his trunk and took his wand and map.

It only took him fifteen minutes, and it seemed like luck was on his side. He managed to avoid all the prefects and hell, even Snape! The path to the Astronomy Tower is never patrolled, he never knew why, but it made things easier.

Once he reached for the door, opening it slowly, he tip-toed inside but for some reason, Alex had ears like a bat.

"Potter?" Russo had a surprised expression on her face. "What are you doing here?"

Harry walked in closer to where she was at. He could see that she was clutching on the purple book very tightly. Huh… Russo actually reads?

"I was just curious why you're here again." He lied. In truth, he just wanted to say sorry about earlier but his Gryffindor pride won't let him. What kind of Gryffindor apologizes to a Slytherin? Not him. Na-uh. – "I'm sorry about earlier." Oh. He was that kind of Gryffindor.

The brunette stares at him confused. She had the look of 'What the hell are you talking about?'

"What I said to you before Transfiguration class."

"Oh! Pfft. It's okay." Russo waved it off. "I actually forgot about that whole situation. Hm." She stares at him. "So, what bring you to my humble abode, Potter?"

Harry scanned the room. "I use to come here last year but then I stopped." He simply said.

"That's nice to know." Russo muttered something else under her breath but Harry couldn't hear to much of his dismay.

Maybe it was best not to hear it. It was possibly an insult.

"What have you been doing here?" Harry inquires then he saw Russo's grip on the book went tight. "You've been reading that book a lot."

Russo grimaces as she gripped the book even tighter. "It's nothing. I have to read this… for a family thing so I can win."

Harry stared at her puzzled. To win? Why does she need to read something to win?

The brunette Slytherin finally stood up where she was sitting. "Is there a reason you're talking to me, Potter? It's very unlikely of you to be talking to a Slytherin." She smirked plasters on her lips.

Harry didn't answer. He obviously didn't want to answer that question. "I'm bored." He lied.

Russo stood there, her eyes reading him as if he was an open book. It probably took her a few minutes to reply back. "Well, we're both good duelist… Do you want to be sparring partners then? I kind of need help on… dueling."

The Golden Boy was surprised to hear Russo's request. He didn't think Russo needed help on dueling but he didn't have to think twice to accept the offer. "Deal."

"Good, see you tomorrow night, Potter."

Harry watches as Russo sauntered out the door. "Yeah, see you, Russo." His heart was pumping wildly fast. Did this actually happen for real?

Hmm... Next chapter ; Party, Pissed, Harry finds her pissed. They get caught.

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