AN: Please R&R! I would really appreciate it...

A slight warning for you, readers – this chapter is my longest yet. I actually had to cut back on a few things as to not overdo it. But I feel that this is where things start to get VERY interesting. ;3 Ah, you have to love drama and suspense…I'm sure this is what you all were 'waiting' for c(: But alas! I shall stop wasting your time and let you experience it for real.

Also, I believe a shout-out is necessary this time around (I may have stolen this idea from Judgment Bear, but I liked it. So what if I'm a copy cat? c(: Lol jk. Kinda.)! Thank you for your constant support of this fic. Your reviews are awesome and much appreciated. So thanks!

And so, I shall end my ramblings…now. Let us begin!

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"H-Harry…"

The boy ignored her, hurrying still. She could tell something was on his mind, bugging him and urging his feet forward at such a fast pace.

"Harry, please…please stop! Tell me what's going on! What's wrong?"

At the last two words, Harry slowed his pace, thinking for a moment. Then he stopped completely and turned to her, grabbing her hands and pulling her close.

"I just have something…to show you," he admitted, smiling when he saw her cheeks turn red again. "Something…that I hope you'll enjoy."

Aurora Anetta Alexandria Abdullah suddenly felt like the happiest woman in the world as she followed Harry up the stairs. He tugged her hand and drew her onto the couch after a long day of classes, and she collapsed onto him, her head coming to rest on his chest. But it only lasted a moment before she remembered Draco in all his tastiness, and she pulled away from Harry, scooting over to the other side of the sofa.

"Aurora…"

"No, Harry, you know I'm not comfortable with this…"

Harry chuckled and reached over to her, swiping a piece of hair out of her face so he could be sucked into her gaping blue eyes. She was stunning. Even in her most vulnerable phases, she was the most spectacular person Harry had ever met, and he believed that there was more to her than what met the eye, that she was stronger than she let on.

"It won't cause any harm. You can trust me."

"I-I know that," she stammered, avoiding his emerald eyes. She curled her perfect figure up into a ball, her shirt revealing a little more than most girls would show to boys they just met—but she didn't seem to notice at all. She was too naïve to worry about that, but that's what made her so much more attractive. Harry stared at her elegant figure for a moment, basking in all her glory before he started talking again.

"Aurie," he started, using the little nickname he had given her. "Please look at me. Tell me what's wrong. Let me try to fix you."

Aurora almost refused, but finally she did look at him, and the sight broke Harry's heart. Tears filled Aurora's eyes, threatening to spill over her cheeks like waterfalls.

"I-I can't trust m'self…around you," she whispered desperately, wrapping her arms around her chest and looking away. She closed her eyes, but it didn't stop the onslaught of tears as they finally tumbled down, running smoothly against her now-glistening cheeks. Even though she was crying, she seemed more radiant than ever, her eyes shining from the fresh wetness brought on by the tears.

"You're just- I only just met you, and even though I think I've fallen in love with you—even though we've only known each other for just two days, so it's entirely improbable—I know you're not good for me." Aurora buried her face into her hands, sobbing once and collapsing to her knees. Harry knelt down and reached out to help her, but she shoved his hand away, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"I come from a troubled home back in America, so I find it hard to trust anyone and let them get close to me…I find it hard to trust m'self. I'm a troubled teenager who has major emotional issues because of a traumatic past life, and even though there are better ways to cope, I choose to store it all inside until it explodes, like right now. I-I don't believe that I deserve happiness, so I make m'self miserable by thinkin' everyone hates me and by buryin' m'self in books. I just can't-"

Harry grabbed her shoulders suddenly, stopping her mid-speech and forcing her to look at him no matter how badly she wanted to look away. His eyebrows furrowed together and lines formed on his forehead as he looked at her, a look of desperate love on his face. It was a love so fierce and unquenchable that it scared Aurora.

"Aurora Anetta Alexandria Abdullah, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met," his words started out harsh and slightly angry, but as he continued speaking, his words grew gentler and more caring. "I've never met a girl like you before. Sure, I barely know anything about you except the fact that you're a bit of a drama queen who has no self confidence, but that doesn't mean anything. And sure, in order to love someone you have to know them, but that's not the point! I do love you, Aurora. Despite not knowing you."

Aurora stopped crying and sniffed a few times, staring at Harry with a trembling lip. Even in her pain and suffering, she was the most beautiful creature that had ever graced the earth.

"I don't care how troubled or emotionally unstable you are. That's what attracts me to you. When you suffer, it gives me more reason to try and save you. You are the epitome of a damsel in distress in your own mind; and perhaps in the real world too. And I'm the knight in shining armor that is supposed to save you. That's how every cliché love story goes, right?"

Aurora sat there in silence for a moment, staring at the man in front of her. She knew from the very first moment she laid eyes on him that he was special. It was love at first sight—even if she only saw him for a brief second on the train before he disappeared.

And all thoughts of Draco Malfoy vanished from her mind.

Her lower lip quivered more and tears filled her eyes again, but Harry didn't give her time to cry. Instead, he pulled her closer to him and slammed his lips against her, both believing that a single kiss would make everything better. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight, their lips melting together until they were one person.

So this…this is what true love feels like…! I love you! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!

And Aurora wanted more. From that one kiss, she could not possibly have enough of Harry James Potter. They clung to each other urgently, as if letting go would be the end of their world. The passionate, lusty, never-ending kiss only deepened as Harry leaned into her, both wanting more, wanting to be one with the other person.

"Harry!"

The voice was enough to separate the two, and they both turned to see Ron holding a bouquet of flowers, horrified. But his horrified expression quickly turned into anger. He threw the bouquet of hibiscus flowers—Aurora's favorite, much to her surprise, and yet one of the most expensive and hard to get flowers around there—to the ground, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"You foul, dirty piece of scum!" the ginger yelled.

Harry jumped up and glared at his best friend, nostrils flaring.

"What are you talking about?"

"You stay away from her!" Ron screamed, his face turning a complete, unattractive tomato red. "You don't deserve her! You dirty divvy!"

"You're being ridiculous, Ron," Harry growled, getting into a defensive position. "She liked me from the start, and you know it. You didn't stand a chance."

"That's a load of bollocks, and you know it."

Aurora looked between the two, her breathing suddenly coming in short, sharp gasps. Her palms began to sweat while her hands shook, barely able to breathe.

"H-Harry…"

"I should kick your arse right here and now."

Aurora couldn't tell who said it because she had closed her eyes, trying to gain control of her breathing. The more she tried, though, the more difficult it became.

"Harry, please…"

"Draw you wand then, coward."

Then she heard nothing but the swish of a wand against cloth. She threw her eyes open and looked at the two, horrified at the sight she saw. The two best friends stood facing each other angrily, wands pointed at the other, ready to duel. Aurora knew she had to stop it. Time seemed to slow down as she reached for her wand, pushing herself up from the ground. The two began to wave their wands, their mouths moving, but Aurora couldn't hear anything except the sound of her blood pounding in her ears.

"Expe-"

"Stu-"

But before they could finish their charms, Aurora was on her feet, wand drawn, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Interruzione delirio!"

And the two men froze. Aurora stood there arms spread on either side, eyes shut and head down, her hair swaying in front of her face. She coughed slightly, breathing out her next few words.

"Just…stop the madness…"

Harry glanced over at her then, suddenly aware of what she did, something almost no wizard could do—stop a fight mid battle. He had never heard of the charm she used before either. He wondered if it was another charm she had created herself.

"How did you-"

Aurora looked at him, unable to comprehend what he was saying. Her hair clung to her sweaty face, her head barely supported by her neck. But she straightened herself, opening her mouth to say something. But nothing came out.

"Aurora!"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she felt herself falling, the world turning black around Aurora Anetta Alexandria Abdullah, the girl who never had anything go right in her life.

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I may have had too much fun with this chapter…oh, and whenever I write Aurora's dialogue, I speak in a Southern accent. It actually really helps and, in my opinion, makes it better. So, if you're not already, maybe you could try it! But yeah. Couldn't resist posting this so soon.

Have a nice day! ;3

~ XOcutioner