Chapter 2

Harry's eyes roamed the Great Hall, playing search and destroy. He wasn't completely sure about what he was looking for just yet. Just something to blow his anger off. Dumbledore had gave him detention for skipping one stupid Charms class. That was so stupid. Like he was ever going to use Charms in his life…

Harry walked outside to the lake. Was there nothing to do in this forsaken place?

"Well well, Mr. Potter," a seductive voice said from behind him when he finally got settled by the lake. Harry turned and rolled his eyes when he saw Pansy standing there. Why did she even try?

"Hey, Pansy," Harry sighed, not giving that much of an effort as he put his hands in his pockets.

"Why are you out here alone? This is a rare event." She took a step closer, tucking a strand of her slinky black hair behind her overly pointed ear. Harry looked at the castle behind her, really trying not to put more attention on her than he absolutely had to.

"Just came out for a walk." Harry said and instantly knew he probably should have lied. He should have said he was waiting on someone. Now she would think he wanted company and would stay.

"Ah, well mind if I join you?" She took another step closer and Harry cursed himself for his stupidity. He seriously thought about saying no, but knew he probably shouldn't do that.

"Sure." He nodded and she then took another step closer. Feeling rather uncomfortable Harry took a step back.

"Are you afraid of me, Harry?" She smirked as she moved even closer to him.

"Are you stupid?" Harry narrowed his eyes, not being able to be nice. "You know what, I don't have time for this. Go find Draco or something. I gotta go."

With that he pushed her out of his way and headed back up to the castle. Harry didn't see why she even tried anymore. He had never given her any reason to believe that she could ever be with him.

Pansy had given him an idea though. He knew for a fact that Blaise and Draco were at the Quiddtch pitch with some guy they wanted on the team practicing. Which meant Daphne was left undefended.

Harry broke out in a sprint for the Slytherin common room. She was probably in there with one of her friends starting on homework. That was her usual routine.

Harry smiled when he saw that he was right. She was in the common room, surrounded by three or four of her friends. He walked over to them, trying to even out his breath from running all that way.

"Hey Daphne," he said to her, making her look up from her book. His heart jumped as her beautiful eyes met his own.

"Oh…" She blushed a bit, averting her eyes. "Hey Harry."

"Blaise wanted me to come get you. He wants you to meet him. He is just finishing up at the pitch." Harry made up something on the spot so it didn't look weird to the girls sitting with her. He knew Daphne didn't believe it though, but knew she would go anyway. It would be suicide for her not to.

"Uh…" Daphne sighed. "Yeah. Okay." She closed her book and said goodbye to her friends. Harry then led her out of the common room.

Harry led her up staircase after staircase before she finally broke the silence.

"Where are you taking me, Harry? I really doubt Blaise is going to come all the way up here." Daphne said to him stopping in the middle of the final staircase.

"Daph, could you not be stubborn right now, please? I've had a rough day and I really don't feel like playing this game. Just trust me, okay?" Harry replied turning around. Daphne sighed and finished her way up the staircase and going through the door. Harry hurried behind her, using a locking charm to lock the door. I have you now.

She was standing at the edge of the astronomy tower, looking down over the grounds. Harry was very thankful that the pitch was on the other side of the castle and that it was a cloudy night. That way nobody else was up here.

Harry walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and using the other to move her long straight blonde hair away from her neck. He gently started kissing the spot he had just revealed, letting his arm join the other tightly around her waist. He was surprised when he she tilted her head, practically begging him to continue.

"Harry…" She whispered, but it was all she said. Harry waited for her to finish what she was going to say, but when she said nothing he continued.

After about half a minute he turned her around in his arms so she was facing him. He saw the worried look on her face, but she was objecting. He leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her head.

"Daphne…" Harry sighed. "We are completely alone. Nobody knows we are here. You don't have to worry."

"I know, though, Harry." She bit her lip looking at him. He felt his stomach drop. Was she going to reject him again? "I can't do this to Blaise."

"Then don't. Let him go." Harry pleaded.

"I can't do that either…" Daphne looked away and for a second Harry thought that she would push him away. He was surprised when she didn't. "I care for him. I really really do…" she was sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than him.

"You can't fight this either," Harry told her. He was actually beginning to get annoyed. They didn't have much time. If he had known it was going to take this long he would have picked a better time.

"Harry," she shook her head.

"Enough." Harry shook his head, but didn't let go of her. "Feel bad later. I have you right now and I am not letting you go. You are wasting time with all of this. You want this. I want this. It is going to happen, so just shut up."

Daphne looked surprised and a bit mad, but before she could say anything Harry kissed her. His kiss was hard and fierce at first, thinking that she was going to push him away. It only lightened up when she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him back.

Finally. He thought as he ran his hands down her body to the bottom of her polo shirt. He began to raise it, but she stopped him. He looked at her and was surprised to see a smirk played across her face.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, trying his best not to sound frustrated. She was the one person he actually cared about how he talked to.

"It is getting late. Blaise is going to be getting back soon and wondering where we are. We should go." Daphne explained, but Harry was already frustrated and this didn't make it any better. She was trying to get out of it, again.

"No. You aren't leaving. Now stop it." Harry growled as he went back to kiss her, She tried to push him away, but Harry wouldn't let her. "Daphne."

"Harry, please." Daphne tried again, this time a tear rolling down her eye. Harry really tried to calm his temper, but he wasn't used to people telling him no.

"Daphne, please." Harry sighed, his grip tightening, but to lose his cool. "Don't cry! Why are you crying? I know you want this, too!"

"Want to be treated like one of your conquests?" Daphne turned her head, her voice getting stronger.

"Daphne, you know you are more than that." Harry tried to convince her, his day really playing on his emotions.

"That's what you tell every single one of them. At least I know I am more than just a piece of ass to Blaise." She tried her best to shove him away again, but Harry wasn't moving. He laughed harshly.

"You honestly think that?" Harry's eyes narrowed. "Listen, I am done arguing. You know you can't resist me for long. You want this just as much as I do. I will leave for now, but this is far from being over, Daphne."

With that Harry let her and stormed off of the tower, leaving her standing there. He had let his temper get the best of him again.

He was really hoping to have Daphne that night, but since she wanted to play her stupid little game he was just going to settle for some other girl. He knew they were all easy though. Any other Slytherin girl knew better than to resist him. It would be social suicide.

Lindsay, Neville, and Ron made their way to the quiddtch pitch, hoping to get in some practice before bed time that night.

"Uh oh, looks like we weren't the only ones with that thought." Ron sighed, pointing toward the sky. They saw three Slytherin boys already playing. Lindsay noticed Draco immediately.

"Lets hurry. We might be able to get out of here before they notice we are here." Lindsay urged, turning around to leave.

"Too late," she heard Neville sigh. She turned around to see the three boys landing on the ground in front of them.

"Well well well, Mr. Longbottom. Are you even allowed out after the sun goes down? Wouldn't want to put 'the chosen one' in any danger, would we?" Blaise mocked, getting off his broom.

"We don't want any trouble." Neville started. "We were just looking to practice. You were here first, we will leave."

"Why leave?" Draco spoke up, his eyes falling on Lindsay. "We could have a match. 3 on 3."

"I don't think that is a good idea." Lindsay replied, just wanting to get away from Draco.

"I think it is brilliant. Finally show these slim buckets who really is the best in school." Ron nodded, making the three Slytherins laugh. Neville looked back at Lindsay with an apologetic face.

"Sorry Linds, but Ron is right. We can't just back down…" He looked down. "But if you really don't want to…"

"What is it? Afraid of getting beat Lindsay?" Blaise asked, sounding rather annoyed that it was all taking so long.

"Fine," Lindsay sighed, just being thankful that she played keeper and not seeker with Draco. Neville smiled.

"Great. Is he your new keeper?" Neville pointed to the other blonde boy that hadn't said a word.

"Yeah, this is Patrick. Not that you need to know. Let's play!" Draco yelled and mounted his broom again. The other five followed, kicking off into the sky. Lindsay quickly took her spot by the goal posts.

About half way into the game the Gryffindor players were winning by three goals. Lindsay could tell Blaise was angry as he came racing toward her, ball in his hand. She took in a deep breath, not even telling which way he was going. He seemed to have his eyes set on her. He threw the ball hard and before Lindsay could move it had hit her, sending her hurdling toward the ground, wind knocked out of her.

She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for hitting the ground hard. To her surprise, someone swept her back up into the air, squeezing her tightly in their arms.

Neville, I should have known he wouldn't let me fall. Lindsay smiled and opened her eyes. Her smile quickly faded as her eyes met Draco's.

"Malfoy?" She asked as they both landed on the ground, soon followed by the others. Draco sat her down.

"Zambini, wait until Harry hears about this! You will be lucky if you aren't suspended from the team for the rest of the season!" Draco yelled, starting toward Blaise.

"It was an accident!" Blaise tried to defend himself, but was still smirking.

"That was no accident! You were aiming for her!" Draco roared. "You could have killed her!"

"Are you all right, Lindsay?" Neville asked, rushing over to her.

"No! It would have scratched her up a bit, but it wouldn't have killed her!" Blaise was now yelling too.

"I am fine…" Lindsay nodded, really interested in the other boys argument to talk to anyone else right now.

"I was going to catch you, but I guess Malfoy is a bit faster than I am. Something I need to work on…"

"Don't give me that shit!" Draco yelled. Draco looked so mad. Lindsay thought he was going to hit Blaise. All over her?

"What's with you, Drake? If it had been ANYBODY else you wouldn't be doing this!" Blaise roared back.

"It was Harry's sister!" Draco defended.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night mate…" Blaise shook his head and walked off. Lindsay thought Draco was going to yell after him, but she was wrong. He just shook his head, walking in the other direction, not giving her a second look.