Chapter Six
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Alice smiled to herself as she headed down the hallway away from Harry's room. That had been some kiss. She hadn't really planned on kissing him that way (though she had to admit that she had been thinking about kissing him ever since they sat on the bench together), especially not after drunkenly asking him for a good time. She got to her own room, on the second floor of the same building, flopped down on her bed, and sighed. She hoped he liked the kiss. After all, he didn't kiss her back. But she had kind of sprung it on him, and he didn't have much time to react. Alice paced around her room thinking about all of this. She wanted to kiss him again.
Harry sat down on his living room couched and sighed, a smile plastered on his face. He definitely didn't think that his day would start with Alice kissing him, not that he minded. He lie back on the couch and closed his eyes, remembering the kiss. The way her soft lips felt against his, how cute it was that she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him. I should've kissed her back kept playing over and over again in Harry's brain like a record skipping on an old player. His first thought was that it had probably just been a pity/thank you kiss. That she didn't mean anything romantic by it. On the other hand, the way it felt sure didn't feel like just a friend thanking another friend. There was passion in her lips. One thing was for sure: he had to see her again and find out how she felt.
Harry sat down at a table near the door to the dining hall. It was lunch time on a Saturday and he hoped that Alice would be there. He had looked around when he entered the dining hall and didn't see her. Harry picked at his food, some kind of pasta with something that was pretending to be meat swimming in it. He couldn't stop thinking about Alice and that kiss. He was just about to choke down another bite of the questionable pasta when he saw a flash of something bright in the corner of his eye. He turned towards the door to see Alice walking into the dining hall. His heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a bright yellow blouse with a black skirt (not too short, but just short enough) showing off her long, pale legs. She had on black converse, the same as he. He felt shabbily dressed in his gray t-shirt and ripped jeans. His hair was a mess, while hers seemed to always be perfectly styled. Today she wore a small yellow bow in it, both contrasting the darkness of her hair and complementing her shirt. She smiled at him, walked over to his table and sat down, not even bothering to get food for herself.
"Hi Harry," Alice said, smiling and looking into his eyes. His face flushed slightly as he responded, "Hi Alice." She looked down at the table, and Harry could tell she was blushing. "So, about earlier….." Alice started. "I'm sorry I didn't kiss you back, I should've. And I really liked it. And I thought it might just be a thank you or a pity kiss but it didn't feel like one, ya know? And I just – "Harry's rambling was interrupted by Alice's lips on his. This time, he did kiss her back. The feeling of her lips against his was incredible. The two broke apart and she smiled at him, "It was most definitely not a pity kiss." Harry smiled at Alice. "I hope this isn't too forward of me, but would you like to get dinner together tonight?" Alice smiled widely at him, "I'd love to."
Harry was in his room, getting ready to pick Alice up for their date. He had showered, dressed, and was now pretty much killing time until he was supposed to go get her. He pulled his wand out of his desk drawer and played with it. Eric was at a bible study tonight (Harry didn't know they even had bible studies on Saturday nights), so he didn't worry about having his wand out. He must have been messing around with it for quite a while, because when he looked up at the clock, he realized he only had two minutes to get up to Alice's room. Harry grabbed his jacket (a black leather one that complemented his blue polo and khakis) and rushed out of his room.
He got to Alice's room at just the right time. She answered the door and his jaw dropped. Alice was wearing a white and green blouse that was just the right amount of low cut, and that black skirt from earlier. Damn he liked that skirt. She had on black flats and he noticed she smelled of something fruity. Harry must have been staring, because Alice blushed. "Sorry, is it too much?" "No, no. You look amazing," Harry said. She smiled and closed the door behind her, walking with Harry down the hallway. Harry reached down nervously and held her hand, and she smiled.
Harry opened the room to his door and led Alice in. The date had gone wonderfully. He had taken her to a restaurant not too far from campus, and they had both loved the food. Throughout the date, they asked each other the generic first date questions. Alice had asked him for his major. "Education," Harry replied. (After all, someone had to take over now that Snape was gone.) Alice was an Art major and wanted to go into graphic design. Now that they were back from the date, they had decided to come back to Harry's room and watch a movie. Harry went into the kitchen to make some popcorn, and when he came back, he nearly spilled it all. Alice had his wand in her hands. Shit. He must have left it laying on his desk in his hurry to leave for the date.
Alice looked up at Harry. "What's this?" She asked. "Oh, yeah. That's just a cheap Halloween prop from last year," Harry said, using the same lie that he had told Eric. "I was a wizard with my kid sister and it just got thrown in with my college stuff on accident." Harry turned his back to her to retrieve a movie from a top shelf. "11 inches, carved from holly wood with a phoenix feather core, right?" Harry gasped and turned around to look at Alice. "H-how do you know all that?" Alice smiled up at him, "Everyone knows what Harry Potter's wand is made of."
How does Alice know about Harry's wand? What has she been hiding from him?
Until next time,
Eridium Blight