A/N: Again, Juliet's POV, I quite like writing her so…I think it'll stay from Juliet's viewpoint. Again, this isn't exactly brilliant but at least it's something resembling a chapter. (And I know you all hate me for Harry/Juliet but please, just hang on in there).

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They're sitting in the common room together when he offers her it, "Scotch?"

She stays quiet. "I don't drink," she says finally, tiredly, and leans back against the sofa, "especially not Scotch."

"Too good for you?" He smiles and pours himself a shot. She satisfies herself with a snap at some insignificant year 7's getting too close to them; don't you have teachers to pull pranks on?

"You can ask me you know, your 'nonchalance' sucks sometimes." He looks at her, "and it's not like I'm going to ask you."

She hits him on the arm, hard, and "you're an arse, a bloody arse" escapes her lips, followed by "ask me what?"

"You know what." He winks, (she can tell he's had too much to drink), "I know that you know what."

"I think you've had too much to—"

But his mouth meets hers and he tastes of scotch. She knows that this is a really, really bad idea, his mouth is so warm and maybe she'll be able to keep just one secret.

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They stumble into his room, his hand against her hip. She's still too small. And ohgod is the first thing that goes through her mind.

She doesn't exactly try to stop him.

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"Where were you last night?" Ruth's question is more of an accusation and Juliet knows that she knows exactly where she was.

"I ended up sleeping in the library; I had a lot of homework to do and Miss Watson seemed to forget I was still there when she locked up." It comes out all too quickly and if there was a chance Ruth didn't know she must do now.

"It's the second day back; you can't have gotten that much homework." Ruth's sitting at the desk, reading a dog-eared copy of Anna Karenin.

Juliet walks over to her bed and removes Dracula from it. "Try telling Mr Morris that." She opens the crisp pages and begins to read without her eyes focusing on the page at all (she's remembering last night).

She's good at this lying lark.

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He's gives her a place. His presence isn't particularly comforting or newsworthy but she still sits there with her head in his lap.

"You should sleep, you look tired," he murmurs, from above her. "We've got time. Lots of the damn thing."

Her lips part, slightly, smoothly. And he shakes his head, his smile there and then gone. "I'll sleep when you do."

"You're being difficult, Ju—" he pauses, yawns, and dusts his fingers against her thigh as he leans forward. He finishes, plucking her book from her hands and tossing it off to the side. "—liet. I reckon you're lucky I find it—"

Her lips curl. "Sexy?"

He chuckles and leans back, rubbing his eyes. "Yes, that just about sums it up."

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"So, remind me." He says, "Why are we here again?"

She looks at him and cocks an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

He gestures to the table "Remind me why we're going on a date, in public."

"Because you wouldn't leave me alone and let me get on with my life," she replies simply. She smiles at him, she knows she's right.

"Admit it. You like me." He grins at her and she gives him a look that a lesser man would have run a mile from.

"I wouldn't have shunned the rules and slept with you if I didn't like you." She rolls her eyes at him. She's dying to make a comment about his maturity level. "You're an arse."

"You want to hate me but you can't. That's why you're here."

"Is that why you let me sleep in your room 3 days ago? To prove me wrong?" She takes a sip of her wine, surveying him over her pasta.

"Not entirely." He smiles and finishes his scotch and he ignores her look of disapproval at his choice of beverage. "I like you. It would be nice if you returned the favour."

"You're stubborn—"

He reaches under the table towards her thigh, "Thanks."

She grimaces as he squeezes her knee, "—and irritating—"

He grins as his hand moves higher, "make sure you don't leave out seductive—"

"And quite possibly the least mature man I've ever encountered." She slaps his hand away, "though I'll give you seductive."

"Why thank you Juliet." He leans over towards her, pulling her head towards his, "you can spend tonight in my room as well, Ollie was out the other night, and he'll be out tonight too."

Her lips part and she looks at him, blue eyes wide as oceans. "You know that Ruth noticed my absence, don't you?"

He tenses before chuckling, "What did you say?"

She lets out a low breath before grinning at him, "I told her that I'd gotten locked in the library by Miss Watson." She takes his hand and gives it a light squeeze, "I suppose I could be on 'night patrol' tonight."

He leans in towards her ear, his breath catching in her untamed curls, "Who'd have thought it, Juliet Shaw lying to her teachers, and her roommate. Whatever next?"

She moves back, her nose meeting his, a cheeky smirk on her face, "Christ you're behind the times, I've lied to Ruth since day one, and as for teachers, well, I'm hardly likely to tell a prefect what my silver tongue has done for me over the last five years."

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Please review! Ruth/Harry is about 2 chapters away, I promise!