I'm Here When You Need Me- Chapter 7
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, his friends, and his enemies. I'm just putting my own personal spin on my favorite story.
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The next morning, Harry woke up before Sarah. He looked down at her, just watching her sleep. Sarah felt someone was sarring at her, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning, love," he said softly.
"Good morning, Harry," she replied, kissing him.
Around them, they could hear giggling and whispering. Harry looked about, and his face turned slightly pink.
"We aren't alone anymore," he said grinning.
Sarah then looked, and saw that nearly the whole House was staring at them, smiling.
"No we aren't. Does anyone know what time it is?" she asked, with a smirk.
"Just after nine," George replied, trying to keep a straight face.
Sarah got off of Harry, who reluctantly let her go. She stood up, and looked around the room again, placing her hands on her hips.
"Alright, show's over!"
Laughing, everyone then went about their business, some going to breakfast, some going to their dormitories, and others turning to their school work. Sarah made sure no one was watching them anymore, then leaned down and kissed Harry.
"We should probably change," Sarah said picking up her shoes off the floor.
"You're right," yawned Harry, who stood up also, placing his hands on Sarah's waist.
With a load of cockiness in her voice she replied, "I know I am."
"Would you like some help?" Harry asked, not trying to hide the slyness of the comment.
"Nice try, but I think I can manage," she said kissing him softly.
Harry looked disappointed.
"You'll get over it. I know you have it in you," Sarah said with enthusiasm, patting him on the arm.
"I will, will I?" he said.
Then, suddenly, Harry scooped Sarah up, putting her over his shoulder, and then started to run around. She yelped, then began laughing until her sides hurt.
"Put me down!" giggled Sarah.
"Not until you say please. And say that you will be my girlfriend," Harry declared, spinning around.
"Please Harry, put me down. And I thought I already was your girlfriend!" she said, starting to get dizzy.
Harry set her down on the couch, and paced his hands on either side of Sarah, leaned over her, his face inches from hers.
"So, that's a yes, then?"
"Of course it is. I would love to be your girlfriend."
Sarah put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him to her, her lips just barely touching his. She teased him a little more, until he couldn't stand it. She then ducked from under his arm and sauntered to the staircase. Harry looked at her, obvious desire in his eyes. She blew him a kiss. He pretended to be knocked over from it, and then flopped onto the couch.
When Sarah got up to the dormitory, she saw Hermione there, staring off into space. She had a look of mingled shock and excitement on her face.
"What's up, Herm?"
"Ron just—just asked me out," she said turning her gaze to Sarah.
"Oh my God! What did you say?" asked Sarah, already knowing the answer.
"I said yes!"
Both girls paused for a moment then started to jump up and down, squealing with delight. When they were out of breath, they collapsed onto Sarah's bed.
"I'm happy for you, Hermione," Sarah said, breathless.
"Thanks. I'm happy for you too."
"Thank you."
After a few minutes, Sarah got up and went to take a quick shower. She went to her wardrobe and picked out the day's clothes. She chose a black button-down fitted shirt, a bright pink necktie that she hung loosely around her neck, dark skinny jeans with a studded black belt, and black low-top converses. She magically did her hair in a low ponytail with her bangs swept to one side, covering her right eye. She liked the fact that she could be totally preppy one day and skater-emo the next.
She walked down to the common room, and found Harry, Ron and Hermione congregated in a corner. She snuck up behind them, and covered Harry's eyes with her hands.
"Guess who," she said trying to mask her voice, and failing miserably.
"Not now Lavender, Sarah might be back any minute," he said playfully.
Ron laughed, Hermione snickered and shook her head, while Sarah pinched him lightly on the arm.
"Ow, that hurt," he said smiling at her.
"No it didn't," she said, kissing him.
Harry pulled away, looking her up and down. A smile spread across his face, and he gave a soft wolf whistle.
"You look hot," said Harry.
"Thanks. I try to look my best for my man. By the way, where is he?" Sarah said looking around.
It was Harry's turn to fake anger. He turned and got up in one swift movement, then started to tickle her sides. She wriggled free and ran around the common room, Harry in hot pursuit. This being the second time that morning they were behaving like children, people started to watch, highly amused.
"Seriously you lot, get a room!" Ron shouted receiving uproarious laughter from the onlookers.
Sarah surrendered her lead, letting Harry catch up to her. He pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing the top of her head.
"Let's get to breakfast, I'm starving!" Harry said.
"Me too. Are you guys going to come with us?" Sarah asked to Ron and Hermione.
"We already ate, but thanks for the invitation," Hermione said.
Harry guided Sarah to the portrait hole, his arm around her shoulder, hers around his waist.
When they reached the Great Hall, it was nearly empty, save for a few late risers. Malfoy was there still too. He was looking intently at the entrance, apparently waiting for Sarah. Sarah saw him; he was now watching the pair of them with spite. She stopped walking, and Harry looked down at her in confusion. Seeing where her eyes were fixed, Harry quickly led her to the Gryffindor table, facing away from Malfoy.
"Why do I let him get to me?" Sarah questioned, more to herself than to Harry.
"Because he's Malfoy. He has that power over everyone. Not to mention, he is your ex."
"Don't remind me. To think, I wasted a whole month with that miserable git, when I could have spent that time with you. I feel horrible." She said in a small voice.
"Don't worry about it. You're with me now, and that is all that matters. Here, have some toast," he said reassuringly, passing her plate piled high with toasted bread.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you," she said gazing in his sparkling eyes.
"I could say the same thing."