A/N: I owe this chapter to Albe-Chan because she kept bugging me to start writing it. Hope you all like it and that you review.

Serindraxx

Disclaimer: thanks for suggesting it. No I don't own the characters. I hope I never do. I wouldn't have left the series the way she did.

Chapter four

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I walked into my apartment in the early hours, looking thoroughly mussed up. Lucky for me, no one was up waiting.

I wasn't quite as lucky as I got up to change out of my clothes. I rammed my side into the open dresser drawer and fell against the door jamb. The commotion caused Mary to enter, rubbing her eyes. "What the hell happened to you?" she asked, taking in the shambled room.

"Nothing," I muttered, cursing the day that I met up with Potter again.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," I said a little bit louder, rubbing the side of my hip.

"Well, if that's all, I'll leave you to clean this up and head back to bed then," Mary responded and sashayed out the door.

I groaned and sat down on the edge of the bed. Damn Potter and his good hands…

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My dreams that morning were more erotic than I wanted them to be, and I didn't get too much of a rest.

When I entered the office later on, everyone stared at me. "You look like hell boiled over," Alice Longbottom said by way of greeting. I waved vaguely at her.

My mind wasn't on work and Allison noticed. She sat perched on my desk, talking nonstop while I tried to rub away a migraine. We all know how that works, and it doesn't work at all.

So I was startled as I realized that the chatter was quiet and then jumped as a pair of warm hands wrapped around my neck and started massaging the muscles there.

"God, you're tense," said an all-together too male voice in my ear.

I leant my head against the desk and gave in to the pressure of his hands on my neck. It felt so good, I mewled as the pressure was removed. "But," I started, "I really started enjoying that."

He smiled. "I know," he replied. "That's why I stopped. I have never taken you to be an exhibitionist, especially in a public place. Why didn't you tell me what you did the summer before Seventh year?"

The question tagged at the end of the sentence caught me off guard. Why didn't I tell him?

Then common sense was back and I answered, "Because I didn't need your money. It wouldn't have done anything. My parents would still have died but it wouldn't have been quite as young. I should never have agreed to anything, that's all." I looked down and let the tears fall.

"That's not all. Otherwise you wouldn't be crying. Why didn't you tell me?" he asked quietly, letting his voice lull me.

"Because you would have pitied me; I can't stand pity, I don't need it. Everyone thought I needed to be pitied back in the area I lived in. I didn't need that at Hogwarts too."

He nodded as though it made sense. "Well, how about a nice, normal, pity-free dinner tonight?" he asked and I lifted my head up in shock.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.

"Well, I suppose," he said thoughtfully. "If that's what you want to call it, I suppose it's a date."

I didn't hear anything after "Well, I suppose." I don't know what it was that caused me to agree to it, but I surprised myself with the enthusiasm in my voice. "Sure, I'll go tonight."

"Great, I'll pick you up about seven thirty."

I watched as he disappeared down the hall. What had I gotten my self into this evening?

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He didn't tell me where we were going and I didn't bother to ask. But when we entered his apartment, I looked up at him, a question in my eyes.

"I decided to not lay pressure on you at all this evening, so I kicked out all of the major distractions and placed dinner on the table. I'm no great shakes at dinner thought," he answered, looking at me with no small amount of lust in his eyes, just managing to hold it back.

I took a small step toward him, then, remembering where I was, turned away to look around the room.

"Are you sure you got rid of the distractions?" I asked, noticing an open door in the hall. He followed my gaze and grimaced.

"No I'm not, but I managed to keep them confined to one area of the apartment. I've never managed to do that."

I grinned at the surprise in his voice. He noticed it and stopped talking.

I walked toward him again and smiled into his eyes. He grinned and leaned down to kiss me but I held up a hand. His eyes now held a question. I tried to answer as best I could.

"You told me you weren't going to pressure me, but I'm not quite ready for this. I know I gave you all the wrong signals these last few days, what with the sexual contact and what not, but can we take it slow from now on?"

He gulped, wearing a down-trodden look on his face. I waited as patiently as possible for his eventual answer.

"I think we can manage that," he finally said, his pride wounded. I smiled, and tried to handle him with a slight nudge.

He finally gave up on the puppy pout. "I knew that only worked when Sirius used it, damn," he muttered, wrapping an arm around my waist and leading me to the table.

That evening, I didn't get tipsy and all that we had was small talk including a small kiss as we said good night. I was still holding my finger to my lips as he drove off, a slight grin on my face.

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A/N: okay I shall leave them here for now, and I'm going to say that this is probably going to be at least twenty chapters. I'm thinking of writing a sequel but first I have to get through this. I decided to go through a different line here and see what happens. Please review and tell me what you think!

Serindraxx