Of Babbling & Fluttering Lips

A/N thanks so much for all the reviews!

Ok, this chapter gets a little T rated (*blushes*) But it is only this chapter so I am not changing the overall rating.

Enjoy R&R

Disclaimer: Don't own anything apart from my OC.

Of Confusing Impulses

Frosting. Mmm hmmm. Thick and creamy dribbling off the side and onto the porcelain plate. It sparkled in the sunlight, entrancing me with its irresistible sheen.

"No." warned Aleshia putting a hand over my outstretched arm.

"Why not?" I whispered annoyed at her.

She shook her head at me, "If Kate is not having any, and we aren't either."

I sighed and pulled my arm back onto my lap. Damn you Pete. He and Kate had had another fight and he called her fat or something along those lines. She sat along the Huffelpuff table, arms wrapped around her waist consciously. Poor girl. I really felt like going and cursing the crap out of Pete. But Kate wanted us to leave him alone till they sorted things out.

My frustration was also intensified by the fact that it was the Headmaster's birthday and there was a large arrangement of cakes lined down the tables. None of which I can have freely without feeling guilty about my friend. Hope that horrible boy goes to hell.

I bit my lip and clasped my hands together on my lap tightly. My impulses have been going crazy lately. Like constantly wanting to put off doing homework, or fall asleep during Divination, or grabbing Albus Potter unsuspectedingly and snogging his face off. But our little arrangement doesn't exactly cover that.

It has been two days since the study date. Our relationship has definitely moved up a level since then. Mostly he comes and talks to me, mostly. Sometimes it's just a distant greeting that throws me off. I can't pinpoint what makes him change rapidly. I just hope it's not me. Because, as much as I like him, I am not going to put up with anyone who puts me down.

Anywho, today is the day of the big quidditch game. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. It decides who will go into the grand final; Ravenclaw is already there after majorly whipping us. I'm not sure who I am going to support today. Had it been in any other situation, it would be Gryffindor hands down. But due to the current owner of my heart I might just have to reconsider my prejudice against good old green and silver.

Resigned at the fact that I wasn't going to be sampling any scrumptious delicacies today I got up from the Huffelpuff table and headed down to the Quidditch game. I was dressed neutrally as I wandered down the halls. The match would be starting soon but I was still dawdling. I felt like going back to the common room to check on Kate, or possibly meeting Pete alone in a dark alleyway but the thought of Albus coaxed me to continue.

I emerged into the crowded stadium amongst screaming fans. The house rivalry was strong; I almost got taken out by an oversized roaring lion banner. Unable to find a seat I stood in the aisle and watched James Potter swoop down the side of the pitch then zoom towards the goal posts, ball in hand, finally scoring Gryffindor's first goal. The cheers and boos from the crowd was enormous causing me to cover my ears. Then I felt a hand snake round my neck and peel my hand off my ear.

"A bit noisy here don't you think?" a voice breathed into my exposed ear.

I whirled round to be face to face with Albus Potter. He, unlike his housemates, was dressed sensibly, just with a simple scarf to show his house pride.

"Uh, yeah, hi." I stuttered happily.

He grinned pulling our hands off my shoulder and to my side, still intertwined.

"You want to get out of here?" he raised an eyebrow at the bemused look on my face.

Oh man my palms were getting sweaty. I licked my lips and nodded. He looked especially mouthwatering today. His black hair was left to sit all over the place instead of being neatly combed, I clenched my free fist refraining it from running my fingers through it.

We began to walk out of the stadium together but he stopped under the stands. We were alone down here apart from the roar of the crowd above us.

"I think we leaned in the right direction." He stated slowly walking me towards to wall.

I nodded earnestly, anticipation rising in me. Soon enough I was leaning back on the framework of the stands. His jade green eyes had me hypnotized and my breathing was becoming erratic.

"You know your lips are fluttering." He smirked placing a single finger on my lips causing my cheeks to turn as red as possible.

Then it happened. My hand slipped out of his as my knees wobbled uncontrollably and he replaced his finger with his lips.

They brushed mine softly, getting a first taste then pressing for more. I gladly reciprocated closing my eyes and losing myself in his sweet aroma. He placed his hands on my waist lightly and I knotted my hands through his hair. It felt like the cheers for the game above were for us. Absolutely picture perfect. After almost a minute he slowly pulled back and my eyes gradually opened and a smile spread across my face. He pressed his forehead to mine and mirrored my beam.

I wanted him to kiss me again but he stepped back as another earsplitting cheer erupted from the cheer above.

"I better get back." He said almost with an undertone of sadness. I dipped my head unhappily. Albus stepped forward again and stroked my cheek lightly and whispered in my ear,

"But see you tomorrow."

And with that he was gone. The initial shock wore off and I tore back into the castle. I know my friends had other things to worry about. But this was me – me, dopey Tammy Creevey, had snagged the great Albus Potter! Me, who had only ever been kissed once before (a horrible, cringe worthy experience with an over salivating 4th year under the mistletoe three years ago) had had a wonderful, unforgettable, kiss with Albus Potter!

I sprinted up the enchanted staircase, two stairs at a time, until I reached the entrance of the Huffelpuff commonroom. I panted the password then raced to my dorm. Leish was sitting on the bed looking at a book disinterestedly until I crashed into the room.

I sunk to the floor, amongst discarded clothes and various junk in complete ecstasy. It was just utter bliss, not quite perfect but still made my insides squirm just thinking about it. And almost the greatest thought that it could, would happen again. Many, many, many times.

"What!" she squealed at me once she caught the look on my face.

I just smiled at her and said, "I licked the frosting." Then let spill.

A/N Hope you all enjoyed, please review. I have plot for only a couple more chapters so I am looking for suggestions!

Sneak peek of the week;

CHAPTER SIX: OF UNEXPECTED ATTENTION

I stared down at the page that Kate had thrust under my nose incoherently. I could see the words on the paper but none of them made any sense to me. My fingers clutched to the edge of the table as the text slowly unscrambled itself in my head. My eyes flicked up and across to the Slytherin table where they locked with jade green ones. The look on his face was unreadable as the print on the parchment below me.