Chapter 2: More than words

I couldn't tell you who moved first but from our eyes connecting one second to being fully embraced by him the next, the only thing I could focus on was him warm body against mine. As I breathe in his woodsy scent, I could feel him do the same. "Mione", I could hear him breath out and hold me tighter.

The loud, shriek coming from Mrs Weasley broke us apart, "No children! That isn't appropriate behaviour between two young friends", her voice then lowered an octave, "especially with Ginny in the room Harry, you know how she feel about you." She then proceeded to walk between us with an almost smug expression.

Harry stared blankly at the tower figure in front of him," Mrs Weasley with all due respect I think I can greet my girlfriend however I see fit and as for Ginny, there is and never will be anything close to being considered romantic between us."

And with that Harry walked around the stunned woman to reach for me once more, bringing his head close to mine and leaving a whisper of a kiss on my lips. Smiling more than I have since arriving, I scan the room to see that everybody staring at us with either surprise, joy, disapproval or in two red heads expression pure loathing. I honestly could care less about what they thought, the plain mudblood bookworm and the Handsome heir to the Potter fortune, boy-who-lived wizard saviour and tri-wizard tournament champion being together will cause more than a petty woman trying to keep them apart in favour for her own daughter.

Harry pulled me from the room but not before whispering to Remus and Sirius that we would return. Pulling me along the dark hallway up the stairs to my – our room on the end. Walking silently along, focussing on the feel of his hand on mine and his body brushing against mine. It's almost hard to believe the intense feelings we have for each other, I can almost foresee what the students will say at school when our relationship is revealed, the scorn the purebloods would through at us, the jealousy of girls of all houses and years and not to mention the bandwagon Ron will now compile against us, telling woeful tails of how we 'treated' him and throw our friendship away.

The Pureblood population I knew would try their hardest to keep us apart, mainly for the bloodline of one of the sacred twenty-eight to become pure again and not 'muddied' even further. The order members are split into four different categories; those against for the sake of their own personal gain - the Weasley's, Dumbledore and those closest to him, those in favour – Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Kingsley, those with no opinion unless it impacted them – The order members and lastly those who are against it for no other reason than blood.

At the end of the day that's what it is about Blood, whether your pure, half or completely disregarded because you are of muggle origins. Classed as dirty or unworthy, I still do not fully comprehend why this sort of supremacy in this world existed in the first place and still exists now. Why let someone chose to eradicate all those less then pure because of what? A horrible childhood, Jealousy over seeing how the purebloods demanded to be treated.

A feeling of falling pulled me from these thoughts and refocussing on Harry's green orbs, laying on my bed and seemingly pulling me on top of him. His crooked smile making its way across his face before meeting his lips with mine. I don't know how long we stayed like that, our bodies as close as possible, lips fussed together and our hands entwined, until breathing became an issue we broke apart panting.

"Hi." His voice still hoarse with lust.

"Hi." I replied in what was almost an identical tone.

Rolling over so we were side by side and looking at each other, unknowing what to say first to one another. Taking a deep breath, catching my bearings on my thoughts but only one stood out.

"I have missed you so much, Harry… I have so much to tell you and explain to you I – ", Before getting to hysterical I am cut off but his calming reassuring words.

"Shh...shh, hey calm down Mi everything's okay, I have a lot to say as well and a lot of questions for you."

We both sat up against the head board, my leg entwined with his still. Resting my head on his shoulder, careful to not suffocate him with the giant amass of curls. Sitting in silence for a few minutes just taking in each other in, finally feeling whole for the first time in what seems like months but only a few weeks.

Harry clears his throat dramatically, "So what is this place and why the hell are the Weasley's treating you like dirt?"

"Mud more like it, this is Sirius ancestral home and now home to the Order of the Phoenix, it's the secret society that Dumbledore founded during the first war to fight against Voldemort. Your parents were members along with everybody else here. As for the Weasley's they have treated me like that since you kissed me goodbye at the start of summer, I was bombarded with questions from them all."

A look of unjust anger crosses his handsome face as he rises from the bed and passes around the room, "You mean to tell me that this has been going on for nearly a month, Why? Just because we are together and they don't like it. What gives them the right to treat the girl I love like shit! What are they still doing here surely Sirius would have asked them to leave if he saw them treat you badly."

I am sat frozen on the bed, "Love me?", I stammer out. I know I love him I just never thought he could feel as strongly for me as I do for him and how protective he is of me.

His face turns a lovely shade of red and he swallows loudly before coming to sit back with me. He leans close and grabs my hands, cradling them in his bigger, soft ones. "I erm, I wish I had the chance to tell you properly and not in the middle of an angry rant but yes Mi I love you, I have for quite some time now."

I just launch myself at him knocking him back onto the bed smashing my lips onto his. I could feel him smiling back as our lips continue to fight for control. As our kiss got more and more intense and deeper, groans and moans of pleasure filled the empty black room. Rolling me over so he was on top breaking us apart for a second, I used that moment to say," I love you to Harry James Potter with my whole heart."

With renewed vigour, our kiss resumed and was getting more passionate. I felt his hand run up and down my sides, attentively glossing over the swell of my breasts and bottom on my top. I grabbed his hand a placed them under my top on my stomach just above my belly button. He looked at me as if to say, 'are you sure?', my coy smile brought our lips together once again.

Until a booming voice froze us completely, Harry's hands under my top, my hands around his neck and hip and our leg obscenely entangled. Our hair dishevelled and lips swollen, looking like we saw a ghost.

"Well, well, well, what is going on here?"

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