"So..." Harry said, looking away from Amelia.
"So...?" Amelia said back, looking at the now 16-year-old boy.
There was an awkward silence. Harry's emerald eyes met Amelia's chocolate orbs. They smiled shyly at each other.
"How would you describe your hair?" Amelia asked randomly. Harry gave her an odd look. "I'm breaking the awkward silence, and I like your hair, so I'm asking how you'd describe it."
"Okay?" Harry replied, " Well, its messy, and black...So...I dunno." He shrugged, smiling. "What about you?"
"Luna describes my hair as fairy-tale-mermaid hair. I guess she's right, its really wavy like how mermaids' hair is in the books." She explained, twirling a strand of the golden waves.
"Well, it is rather pretty," Harry commented, absent mindedly reaching out to stroke her hair, "Its like golden sunlight..."
Amelia blushed and pulled away. Harry's hand recoiled, realizing where it was trying to reach. "Sorry..." he mumbled.
There was another awkward silence, longer this time.
"Milly?" harry asked, his emerald eyes looking at her.
"Harry." She replied.
"So, after that kiss...well...its not going to complicate us is it?"
"On my end it won't all at, harry, but thats up to you which way you wanna take it. You can either feel really awkward about having your best friend's tongue down your throat, or you can ignore that and we can still be cool."
Harry smiled, "I'd rather be cool than make a mountain out of a molehill."
"Me too." Amelia grinned, pulling Harry into a tight embrace. They began to laugh hysterically, falling over each other. They heard the door open and slam shut, along with the shuffling of three pairs of feet.
"Oh my god, their back!" Harry laughed.
"I'll hide!" Amelia suggested, then got a better idea, "Or..."
"Or...?"
"Or, I could scare the shit out of your uncle." Amelia smirked slyly.
"What did you have in mind?" He asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"You'll see." She replied, grinning broadly.
The door handle twisted. Amelia quickly shifted into her animagus and flew around the room wildly when Vernon Dursley lumbered into Harry's room.
"THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT?" He shouted, his face turning purple and his mustache twitching.
"Well, obviously its a raven." Harry said, biting back a smile.
"HOW THE HELL DID IT GET IN HERE?"
"The window of course."
Vernon didn't have a retort, so Amelia swooped to him and landed on the fat man's head. He exploded.
"BAHH POTTER! GET THIS BLOODY BEAST FROM HELL OFF ME!" He shouted, his face violet. Harry burst out laughing. Amelia flew off of Vernon's head and landed next to Harry. She turned back into herself and smiled at the purple man.
"Hello Mr. Dursley!" She smiled, cocking her head to the side, looking as innocent as possible.
"YOU! YOUR THAT BIRD!" He shouted, pointing a stubby finger at her.
"What bird, Mr. Dursley?" She asked, acting like a dumb girl from the American tv shows. He shouted random nonsense and stalked out of the room, Harry turned to her and smiled.
"Your brilliant." He said. Amelia turned her head to the boy.
"Obviously." She smiled back at him and their eyes met. Through the window storm clouds were rolling in, the sky darkening, casting a shadow over Harry's room. They both looked out the window to see small raindrops kissing the glass.
"Its gonna storm." Harry commented, "Should you go home?"
"Probably, wanna come with?" Amelia asked.
"What about the Dursleys?"
"Psh! Screw them! My place is better, tell them your gonna stay the night." She flipped her hand nonchalantly at Harry, he smiled, getting out a small bag.
"Alright, Milly, but if they put bars on my window again I'll have your ass."
Amelia turned around, spanking herself. "Its all yours, baby!" He laughed, "Why are you bringing a bag? Just change pajamas and you'll be good."
"Oh, that'd be easier." He said, taking off his shirt to reveal a toned stomach and wonderful chest, Amelia raised one eyebrow in approval and smirked.
"Nice torso, Harry. Been to the gym lately?" She asked, circling him.
"No, but battling some sort of evil challenge each school year does have its perks." He said as he started to take of his pants and boxers.
"Erm, Harry, your taking off your boxers." Amelia pointed. He paused, leaving his pantline just below his hipbones, revealing two divits there that Amelia fancied with a passion.
"Oh, I thought you wouldn't mind, sorry." He began to pull his black boxers up, his pants fighting to come with.
"No, no, go ahead." Amelia said quickly, shaking her head. Harry smiled.
"Have you ever seen one before?" He asked.
"One what? A dick? Well considering I'm not a virgin...yes, yes I have." She said, shrugging. She lost it her fourth year, right before the Tri-Wizard tournament ended. It was just a month after her fifteenth birthday.
"Really, who'd you lose it to?" Harry asked, still not commencing with his undressing.
"Oh, well, you know..." She trailed off, nervous to tell him it was Blaise Zabini.
"No, I don't know, thats why I'm asking." He said, his pants still revealing his pelvic-muscle-divit things.
"Do you really wanna know?"
"Yes."
"It was Zabini." She admitted, Harry's eyes widened behind his round spectacles.
"Blaise Zabini?" He asked, shocked.
"The only one there is." She replied.
"When was this and why did I not know?" He said, acting falsely offended, but still irritated that he was a Slytherin, and part of Malfoy's group at that.
"Well, it was right before the final challenge of the tournament in fourth year. I was fifteen and Blaise and I were in The Three Broomsticks together. We got drunk off of firewhiskey, so we snuck into the girls lavatory and, well, we did it." She explained. Harry nodded in acceptance to Amelia giving herself to a Slytherin.
"How was it?" He asked, pulling his boxers up and his pants down.
"Sex? Well, I don't remember that clearly, considering I was drunk. There was some blood, though. From what I do remember it hurt at first, but then started to feel kinda good." She explained, trying to cover the fact she couldn't look away from Harry's lean, rather sexually attractive body.
"I've never had sex before." He said.
"Really?"
"Yea." He nodded, searching through his closet for a pair of pajama pants and boxers.
"You should try it sometime, its pretty nice." Amelia said.
"I think I'd like that." He said, turning around to look at Amelia, lounging on his bed. He winked.
"Harry James Potter! Are you trying to Sytherin to my pants?" She scolded, sitting upright and putting her hands on her hips. He laughed at the Hogwarts house pun.
"That was a good one, Milly. And, when I do have sex, I'd prefer it to be with you." He said, totally serious.
"Well Harry, your quite the studmuffin." Amelia said, lying back down on his bed.
"I honestly have no idea what that means." He laughed, beginning to strip his boxers. Amelia waited anxiously for them to reveal what hid beneath the polyester. But he turned around at that exact moment.
"Harry, your a tease." Amelia glared, knowing he was playing with her nymphomania, "You say you want me but then you refuse to show me what I'm up against."
"Hey, I'm not about to expose myself to you, it wouldn't be right." He said, slipping on a pair of red boxers, with green pj pants following after.
"How would it not be right?" She asked.
"It just...well...it wouldn't be moral."
"Moral?"
"Yea, its hard to explain, but I just don't think it'd be right, you know?" He said while slipping on a black tee shirt.
"I have no idea what your trying to say."
"I'M TRYING TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" He shouted, trying not to burst into laughter. Amelia did, despite his attempt not to.
"Oh, Harry, how chivalrous you are." Amelia said, smiling at him. He came and sat next to her on the old bed. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. Amelia blushed.
"I try my best." He smiled. Thunder roared overhead.
"We better get moving, i hate flying in the rain, and I'm sure your not to fond of walking in it, either." Amelia said, feeling awkward about the romantic gesture Harry put forth.
"Oh, yea." Harry said, feeling the same. Amelia knew they shared feelings for each other, but she was rather surprised he was showing it now. She followed Harry downstairs and to his kitchen.
"Uncle Vernon, I'm staying at Milly's tonight." He said, heading for the door. Amelia smiled broadly at the fat man with the even fatter Dudley at his side.
"Says who?" He glared, then a look of realization came upon his face, "Wait, your the daughter of those two queers from down the road aren't you." He spat the word "queers" like it was rotten meat loaf.
"Yes I am, and don't worry, my mothers aren't to fond of you either." Amelia spat back, despising the Dursleys even more now knowing the fact that they were homophobic. She stormed out of the door after Harry into the softly drizzling rain.
"I didn't like the way he said queer." She snarled, her fists clenched in tight balls.
"I'm sorry about them. Very small minded people they are." He said, looking at her with raindrop-stained glasses.
"Its not your fault, it just really pissed me off." She said, her incredibly short fuse practically touching the bomb that ignites her incredible fury.
"Milly, have I ever been in your room before?" Harry asked, changing the subject and trying to get her to forget about the anger brewing inside her.
"Nope, but I think your gonna like it."
"Really, what color is it?"
"Gryffindor-ish."
"Red and gold?"
"Well its not green and silver." Amelia laughed, reaching her doorstep, "Red and black."
The rain was falling harder now. She opened it to reveal a cream foyer and a set of stairs parallel from it. Right of the stairs was the dinning room, and left was the living room, where her mothers sat on the grey "L" shaped sofa. Oksana was the one who gave birth to Amelia. She was extremely tall at 6'2 with long, jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. At age 43 she was a gorgeous.
Sitting next to her was Sophie. She was a short, stout woman whom was much shorter than Amelia's mother at 5'3. She had short, curly blond hair and hazel eyes. Amelia called Oksana "mother", and Sophie "Sophie".
"Hello Harry!" They both said in unison as they walked through the door. "I expect your staying the night?" Oksana asked, knowing he was because she had a natural gift for divination
"Yup, mum. Thats okay, right?" Amelia asked while Harry stood there awkwardly.
"Of course!" Sophie said in the souther twang that never left her after she moved in with Oksana nearly 20 years ago. Sophie was on a college field trip to Britain when they met. As soon as she graduated she moved from Georgia to Privet Drive. She was five years older than Oksana.
"Alright, thanks guys!" Amelia said, dragging Harry up the stairs to her room. It was large and spacious. The walls were red with black ivy vines swirling about them, and the ceiling white with an octopus chandelier hanging from it. Amelia's bed was white with a black and red flower design to match the vine pattern of the wall.. Her bed was also large, king sized. She had her own a bathroom and a white walk-in closet it finish the high-class room. All her furniture was white with gold trim. Harry sat in the middle of the black-plush carpet and gazed in awe.
"Wow. I think the most interesting part of this room is the octopus hanging from your ceiling." He said, looking upwards at the pink chandelier that somewhat clashed with the color scheme of the room.
"Thank you. I take pride in that. I named her Miranda." She said, also looking at the fancy piece of work with large fake pearls dangling from it.
"Where do you get chandeliers like that?" Harry asked, his eyes unmoving from Miranda the octopus chandelier.
"Sophie knows this guy from America who makes really fancy and original lamps and stuff, so I asked for an octopus chandelier for my birthday last year. I came home from our fifth year at Hogwarts and there it was, all hung up and everything." Amelia explained, knowing the chandelier completed her room.
"I like it." Harry finally decided after studying it closely. Amelia grinned at the compliment. They sat there on her floor for a long while, just listening to the now pouring rain. Listening to the thunder, and watching the lightning and the rain streaks that fell down her window, creating shadows across the floor and their faces.
A/N: Okay, hope you liked it! please please PLEASE review. And yes, Amelia has mild Nymphomania and a VERY short temper. And I'll probably be doing a short backstory later on of how Oksana and Sophie exactly met.
