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Chapter 58

Ky's POV

It was ludicrous. For one thing, it did more than throw caution to the wind, it let it freefall to lethal depths. Lethal? The adrenaline was making me exaggerate, no ...not lethal. But Sev would probably ground me into the summer holiday if he caught me out of curfew.

My heels made no sound as I ran through the Fourth and I thanked the Founders for carpeting said floor, I was not so privileged on the Third, but for some reason my unruly tapping at eleven at night went completely unnoticed. Stranger still was the fact that the only discomfort I felt at the stiletto boots where it's offensive sound, it long since blended with my foot and cast away the normal discomfort I feel when teetering on towering shoes.

I snapped around, the distinct sound of an opening door echoing through the silent corridor and I caught sight of a glowing bald head and a feline screech just as I backed into a secret passage that would take me up to the Fifth.

I walked briskly through the narrow passage, it almost sounded like Mrs Norris' was clawing at the other side of the wall, and I almost wished Filch had seen me.

At the same time I was grateful he hadn't. I think I was looking for a fight. No, I know I was looking for a fight and I never much cared for the caretaker, not that he cared for me much either. I don't think he cared for anyone except that damned cat.

It was sad really that most of anyone who'd care to fight me was out of this castle. Even Pansy was more an ally after tonight's events, and she was definitely not in the fighting spirits, considering Draco.

Draco. I glanced to the right, in the direction of the Wing. I could have probably coaxed him into a fight... but considering his current state...

I jumped the trick step and took the stairs to the Sixth in haste; I think it was Blishwick's encounter, this sudden violent urge that grabbed me.

I had been too preoccupied with Teddy's condition, Mi's emotional state and half an hour ago Daphne's confession, all three which seemed totally out of my control. I needed control. I needed to do something because I was truly tired of doing nothing.

I took the corridor that lead away from the Common Room and towards the Revolving Tower and shushed Sir Cadogan who was startled awake and about to embark on a much too vociferous tirade. The only person who would hear though would be Ron, who was doing the prefect rounds today. He was the reason I was pelting through the castle after all, and in doing so directing me to the closest fight I knew I could pick.

I turned into the corridor and an electric current zinged up my spine, excitement. Why was I excited? Oh yes, it was what Ron had said. About Harry beating himself up about the duel earlier on. Ron was worried, more troubled than I had seen him in ages. Then again his best friends were both beside themselves with grief, neither situation he could help much.

I could help though.

I stopped outside the door and let my breath catch up with my run. I was ready to fight him into his senses, the words and convincing phrases on my tongue as I licked my lips and touched the door knob.

This was something I could control. Something I could fix. Something that I could be an active participant in, not just a useless bystander waiting for help from Healers or threatened by raven haired sociopaths.

I pushed the door open forcefully, and suddenly, as if I knew that was what I was going to do the whole time I got up here, as if that was plan of action ever since my ginger best friend told me where I could find my boyfriend, as if I woke up this morning and pencilled this very thing into my schedule, I shrugged the long grey trench off my shoulders as I charged into the room.

My eyes were momentarily blinded by soft light grey as my nostrils were infused with the most delicious smell of melting chocolate, my sight resumed as the dress floated to the floor and I ignored the hazy glow the room was bathed in as my eyes latched onto bright green.

I watched as the small black pupils pushed outward in surprise, as the thin lips fell apart and the soft breath that resulted almost caressed my bare neck which was now inches away from him.

"K-"

I stole his words with my lips, possessively and unforgiving, my hips followed my mouth as I easily straddled him. I felt the cool cotton of his plain white shirt against my bare stomach as I pushed into him, his tracksuit pants unrestrictive in his reaction as I felt him against me.

"Ky-" I covered his mouth with my lips and trailed a path down to his neck, remembering how cold Blishwick's lips felt against my neck yet everything about Harry was fire, like a warm cup of cocoa that you didn't want to let go of on a Winter's day... I could smell cocoa.

His hands trembled up my back as he moaned as I nipped just behind his left ear, his hair nuzzling my nose as it stood on end like every other follicle on his body. His hands steadied on my waist and he slowly pushed me back.

I expected opposition and already had a rebuttal. Him finding out about Draco, the subsequent duel that almost ended the latter's life, my sudden disappearance... so without a word I stood, never losing his gaze which drifted to the lacy bra I was wearing, which fell to the floor with a twist of my elbow.

"Ky-"

I ignored him for the third time, like a puppet master his eyes unwillingly flickered to wherever my hands fluttered to next and I purred inwardly. There was something exhilarating about having such power over someone and an absolute confidence that festered within me when Harry looked at me with such need and I slipped the panties off. They lay harmlessly on the floor of the Revolving Tower and I picked up my right knee as Harry sank into his armchair at the forthright strip show he was suddenly subjected to.

I then registered the music, the soft tones that floated from the corner of the room. She's like a rainbow. Our song. My fingers clasped the cold metal of the boot zip and he sprang forward, I was expecting resistance again.

Harry maybe a teenage boy but he was never just a teenage boy. He shouldered guilt and wallowed in pain and felt more than any teenage boy I ever came across, and a naked body wasn't going to just shove all his problems away. But I was prepared to fight him on this, fight all his troubles away and convince him to lose himself in us. Because I desperately needed to.

"Harr-"

I begun but my words ceased as his lips pushed against mine and he greedily snuck his tongue in, twisting and turning and making my neck and knees go slack and my whole body trembled. He released my mouth and his eyes were like molten lava as they met mine, and my heart hiccupped in excitement at the twitch of his upper lip, "Keep the boots on."

I gasped as the very same boots left the ground as I was whipped into the air and my legs clamped around his waist and I heard his dark chuckle as I blushed as I rubbed against his bare chest, his shirt already a thing of the past. For all my confidence and wanton entrance, I was still a bloody virgin.

I felt my back press against something soft as he let me fall backwards, too low to be a bed and too comfy to be the floor and as Harry greedily palmed my body and slipped out of his pants. So much for being in control, not that I was complaining in the slightest as his mouth followed his hands.

My breath hitched and my back arched and just like that I felt it. The restless urge to fight, to win back some control, to be an active participant in life again were quelled as all my energy was fueled in the single act of passion that befell us, and the anticipation of every fibre of Harry's merging with my own.

A/N: This is just the first part of this chapter, the second will come later today! I just thought this was a good place to stop.

Please review! I can't do smut... this is the best I could do? Fail? Success?

Kalina