A few weeks had passed, and you were finally getting used to things. The part of the tower you stayed in was decorated like a teenage nightclub. Magic lit lamps here and there. Purple, pink, and blue fabric surrounded the room. Sun streamed through the metallic curtains, as your alarm went off.
The ringing pounded in your ears before you threw the clock off the table. The crash subsided the rest of your grogginess, helping you leap out of bed to get ready for class.
Jumping out of the shower, quickly brushing your teeth, you headed to your closet. But thew open balcony slowed you down. At first it felt nice.
The morning fall air on your naked skin. The way the sun made the Black Lake shine. But soon realized you didn't open the door, you threw on some underclothes. Then sneaking on the side of the door.
You looked for some binoculars in your backpack. After checking the surrounding area for someone you eased a bit, but then you tensed again looking at the closed door of your closet.
'Quit being a child,' you chastised yourself. You threw the door open, wand at the ready. Seeing no one there, pushed your worry away. But was repaced with a sense of stupidity of being afraid of monsters in your closet.
You finally got dressed, and headed down to the Great Hall. "Hey!" You hollered, seeing Hermione and Ginny.
They smiled when they saw you, the three of you embracing as you entered the Hall. After sitting down the three of you started to help yourselves to the heaps of food that laid before your eyes.
You took a short stack of blueberry pancakes, drenching them in buttery syrup. But before your fork can touch them, Harry swipes them away.
He puts a chunk in his mouth, chewing slowly, savoring the taste. "Mmm, thanks honey bunch." You glared at him, Harry just chuckled.
You made yourself another stack only to have them snatched away by Ron, "Thanks Guin." You didn't know what was up with the two of them, but you were too angry at the moment to care.
You drank the rest of your juice, grabbing a muffin, and coughed on it. "Guess that means it's mine." You got your bag, rushing out of the Great Hall. You heard, "Guin!" "Only joking," and "Come on Guin," from behind, but stood your ground.
For some reason you weren't in the mood for it.
You just weren't feeling well today, and the grogginess was getting the better of you. You sat through Potions and double Tranfigurations with Hermione's concerned eyes on you, and Harry and Ron sending you apologetic looks.
'It was just some damn pancakes, why'd they think I'm that upset? I'm just tired.' After class Hermione's maternal nagging begun, "You look way too weak to carry on Guinivere, and I think you should have a lie down for a while. I'll tell Professor Flitwick where you are." Harry volunteered to help you to your room before another word was uttered.
The two of you were halfway up the stairs when you decided to break the silence.
"I don't really like it up there Harry. I hear things in there at night, and I've been having weird dreams."
Harry looked at you worriedly. "It's okay Guin, nothing here can happen to you." Though he knew it could.
He laid you on your bed, and you giggled drowsily. "I feel like a five-year-old being afraid of monsters in my closet." Then your voice was near to crying, "What's wrong with me?" Harry held your hand, "Nothing is wrong with you." You kept staring at the closet, afraid of what could be lurking in there.
Harry knew what was wrong, opened the door, and checked it thoroughly. "You're creature free," he said with a smile.
"Will you stay with me anyway?" "Yeah, course." He tucked himself beneath the covers, embracing you. "You know Guinivere Auckland I've never felt this way about a girl before," Harry said with a yawn.
He put his face in your hair, snoring softly. You wanted to say something, but before you could, sleep took over you as well.
Nightmares filled your dreams, you were back in your old house, when you were around four. You were going down a dark corridor, seeing a glow from someone's wand near the last room. You entered, noticing the abandoned wand on the bed.
The window shattered, shards of glass, and limbs of the trees scattered the floor. You had a feeling in the pit of your stomach that soon turned to tears streaming down your cheeks.
The covers on the bed were discarded, you walked on the other side of the room.
That's when you saw the body, the pools of blood soaking your feet. The next thing you knew you were screaming bloody murder.
Harry was shaking you, trying to get you awake. "Stop it!" you screamed. Harry's face was filled with concern, "Sorry I was afraid you were going to hurt yourself. Screaming and thrashing the way you were." Harry put his arm around your shoulders, "Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head, "Not right now anyways." Suddenly you were startled, "What time is it?"
Harry then looked as shocked as you, "It's near five after eight, we'd never make it in time. Should we skip it?" You shrugged a yes, "What's our next class anyways?" Harry got up to get his pants, getting out his timetable, "Ugh, potions," he said near gagging.
The two of you hastily got ready, sneaking down to the kitchens first for something to eat til lunch. As you both walked down the halls you had the urge to talk to Harry about what he said the night before. But the thought alone made the heat rise up your neck.
Did you like him that way? Could you like him that way? You turned to him, seeing someone as broken as you were. Someone who could use some love and comfort, and also give it at the same time. But then the "Oy," behind the two of you made your conclusion an oblivion.
Ron came up to you, "Where were you guys? Hermione and me were about to go to Mcgonagoll." Harry plainly stated, "We just overslept." Ron's eyes narrowed a bit, "Where did you sleep last night? I checked your bed you weren't there." You found your chance to finally speak up, "Harry stayed the night with me, I've been having trouble sleeping. And after Harry brought me to my room yesterday we just passed out," you said with a forced laugh.
Ron sighed, "I would've stayed the night with you, do you want me to tonight?" You could tell he was being sincere, but falling asleep with Harry was sort of an accident. Besides it was more than awkward with Harry breathing down your neck waiting for an answer.
"We'll see, I guess." The reply seemed to satisfy them both. So the three of you headed for potions. Slughorn's office seemed to be transformed from the dank, smelly dungeons all the other students seemed to describe. Now it was more of a lavish upper class flat. You sat down, and Ron and Harry's gaze slid to the solitary chair next to yours. Both of their hands were on it, "I think I was here first Ron." He laughed, "No Harry, I was."
Both of them fought for the chair until Hermione came in, you gave her a pleading look, and she understood immediately. In a huff she took Harry by the shoulder, and made him sit next to her. Slughorn waddled into the room a grin plastered on his face. "Class today we are going to divide into pairs, and work on a very difficult potion called, Erotica. Can anyone tell me what it is?"
Hermione instantly raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger." "It's a lust potion, the drink gives the person almost animal like urges that can cause wrongful consequences. I have read somewhere recently that the potion is ten times more powerful than Amortentia."
You sunk down in your chair, and the giggling from Lavender and Parvarti behind you didn't help the situation that Ron was next to you.
Slughorn clapped his hands together, "As you can see I have laid out all the ingredients you will need. So let us all begin." He waddled to his desk where he sat, and watched the class intently. You picked up your text, looking for the ingredients, then Ron tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. "Sorry," he said, "but it won't be in the book, love potions are illegal here." He pointed to the chalkboard where all the necessary directions were posted.
You nodded, blushing. You two worked for the remainder of the period. Surprisingly it wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be. You both acted pretty professional, unlike some of those behind you. Who were making very snide and perverted remarks about how their partner was working.
Ron was adding the finishing touches, crushed nightshade, to the batch. The smell climbed up your nostrils making you sneeze right into the cauldron. You smiled apologetically. Ron shrugged looking at it, "It seems fine."
As unbelievable as it may seem as soon as you and Ron filled up your flasks, Neville tripped over a stool. Knocking you, and the remaining concoction over. Harry and Ron were instantly by your side lifting you to your feet. They were getting a few rags, and started to clean up when the fumes of the potion started to get way too strong.
You began to sneeze again, not noticing the change in Ron and Harry's eyes. But luckily for you Hermione had, and rushed you out of the classroom. "What are you doing?" you asked. "Guin, you sneezed into the potion setting off a chain of pheromonic impulses in Harry and Ron's brain." You shook your head, "Can you say that in English please?" Hermione sighed, "They want you, and they might actually kill for it."
Okay people I was thinking of this, and I wanted people to start submitting reviews voting for who they would like to end up with Harry or Ron? So if you want to make a difference for the story submit a review. TY