AN: Hey! Thanks to all the people who reviewed and put the story or me on alert. Thanks for the support. I hope you like this chapter! I'm quit excited. I have to warn you about some Bella-bashing, though. Oh, and I did my best to make Harry's experience at Forks High to be different from Bella's. No 'meeting Edward in Biology class'. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight. Though I would love to own Harry Potter. :D

Chapter 3

Lunch with the Cullens

Harry was frowning as he walked to the cafeteria. Gym was pretty boring—in terms of actually learning something or having fun. Harry was made to watch dodgeball. He thought that it was a stupid and pointless game—unlike Quidditch. Then, he remembered—all that happened, all of them. It was torture. He was sort of thankful at the sound of the bell ringing. The other subjects Harry had after were—okay. Quite fine. Better than the first two classes he had, at least.

When Harry arrived at the cafeteria, he immediately spotted Alice seated with four more people. Alice grinned at him and beckoned him to come over. As he did, he observed her companions. Three of the four were boys while the fourth, who was grimacing, was obviously Rosalie. Rosalie looked like a model—with her flowing blonde hair and luscious red lips. The boy next to her—man was more like it—was probably Emmett, her boyfriend. He was big and burly with curly black hair. The boy next to Alice—Jasper, Harry guessed, who was Alice's boyfriend and Rosalie's twin—had blonde hair and, like Rosalie, looked like a model—a movie star, maybe. He had a pained expression on his face. Last—through elimination—was Edward. He had a curious look pasted on his face. He had bronze hair that was messed up to make him look like he just got out of bed—and Harry thought he was charming and—well, hot. He had a perfectly sculpted face—high cheekbones, lovely pink lips—he looked like a God. He was gorgeous.

Harry ripped his eyes off Edward. He shouldn't even be thinking this way about a person—but a person who was just perfect? He needed to straighten himself out. He wanted love—not infatuation or rejection.

"Hey, Alice," he said when he reached their table. Harry noticed that a lot of people were staring. He shrugged it off—he was used to this kind of treatment.

"Harry! I knew you were a man of your words," Alice squealed. She stuck her tongue out to who Harry assumed was Edward. Edward, in response, rolled his eyes. Harry raised an eyebrow, curious about how they were acting. The big, burly one—Emmett, noticed and spoke.

"Don't mind them. I'm—"

"Let me guess. Emmett?"

"How'd you know?" Emmett asked, apparently surprised that he could figure out a simple thing like that.

"He probably just heard from those idiots," Rosalie muttered, tone bored. Harry huffed at this. Offended, he defensively explained how he figured out who's who in the Cullens.

"Cute," Rosalie sneered at him. At least he's not as stupid as Bella.

Edward heard this thought and he couldn't help but give a little nod and as he did, memories flashed before his mind's eye… when he first met Bella, when they first kissed, when he saved her from James, the time that he decided nothing serious would happen to his love if she visits the wolves, the time he realized that something could happen to Bella—and that was falling in love with a werewolf. Not only that, but cheating on him with Jacob! If Edward had not wanted to surprise Bella that day…

Edward smiled as he got out of his car. He just arrived at Bella's house. Sweet, sweet Bella! Edward had let her come to one of the wolves' bonfires. He missed her terribly. He knew that by now, she'd be back so he decided to surprise her with a visit. Then again, this won't just be a visit. He was going to propose to her—a serious and formal proposal. Then he was going to talk to Charlie—ask for his blessing. He has it all planned out.

Edward went up the porch and rang the doorbell. No one answered. He rang it again. Still, no one answered.

She's probably just asleep, Edward thought as he climbed a tree to have a look in her room—what he saw there nearly made him topple off the tree. If he was a human, he probably would've.

Edward growled as he got of the tree and ran to the car. He didn't worry about neighbors seeing him—he just wanted to get out of here. You must be wondering why Edward didn't just break into Bella's house and confront her. Edward didn't do that for two reasons. One—he wanted Bella to tell him herself. He wanted to hear it from her—he wanted to hear why she betrayed him like that! Edward planned their first time together so well… he didn't even get a chance to come close. Edward's second reason is that he didn't want to kill anymore00unless he needed to protect his loved ones or feed on animals. If he went and confronted Belle…if he saw her in bed naked—with Jacob, of all people!—with the heavy stench of sex in the air…he could've killed the both of them.

Edward ran through the woods—anguish filling his being. He wanted to scream but he didn't want anyone to know that he was easily affected by things like that—that he was vulnerable

During that day, when Edward had gone home, Esme and the others immediately bombarded him with hugs and sympathy. It did nothing to make him feel better—especially Rosalie's 'I told you so'. Until, Alice showed him something—a vision of a black-haired teen. He and Edward were seated on the loveseat in the Cullen house. They were watching the others kid around and just having fun—well, actually, only the black-haired boy was watching them, Edward was watching him. Edward was watching how he reacted as he watched the Cullens go around on a normal day. Edward watched as he laughed at the sight of Jasper and Emmett wrestling, Alice predicting the outcome—Jasper winning, of course—Rosalie keeping an 'I don't care' thing going on, and Esme and Carlisle watching over their family happily. Then, he turned to Edward and—just seeing him smiling and happy… it melted Edward's frozen heart—stitched up the wounds in his heart. The future Edward smiled back and stared lovingly at the other teen. And then—they kissed. For Edward and Alice seeing that moment—was just magical.

Until just now, it was a mystery as to who the black-haired boy was. At first, Edward was skeptic. Why would he take interest in a boy? Now, though, he could finally understand. Harry seemed like a nice guy—he was handsome, too, even if Edward was quite embarrassed to admit it to himself. Plus, Harry smelled exquisite—but not in a food way. It was something that Edward wouldn't mind smelling his whole existence. Still, he wasn't used to the fact that Harry was his mate.

Edward was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard Harry speak—fume was more like it.

"Who're you calling cute?" he demanded, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He looked so adorable. Edward chuckled at the thought. Harry noticed this and opened his mouth to speak but the bell rang before he could even get a word out.

"Saved by the bell," Harry muttered to himself. "I can't believe it."

"You have Spanish next, right, Harry?" Alice said.

"Yes…"

"Oh, goodie! You have Emmett and Edward with you, then," Alice squealed. Edward raised an eyebrow in amusement while Emmett grinned widely. Harry shook his head, obviously amused at the siblings.

"Let's go then," Edward said, standing up. As the three walked to their next class, Edward realized, for the first time, that he couldn't read his mate's mind.

AN: Did I go too fast on that one? Did I make Edward and Harry's meeting too platonic? Or maybe that was okay and I should give Harry a chance to meet his mate? Review, please? :D