Chapter 27: The one with dirty dreams in Divination

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Chapter 26

Harry's POV

The Great Hall doors banged open, and heads snapped to it like puppets with strings, she the puppeteer. My heart practically stopped, and my face paled as all my blood was flowing south.

Fuck. I tried to ignore Hermione's incessant babbling about "Where is she?" which now turned into, "I can't believe she-"

It wasn't hard to ignore though. She didn't proceed down the centre aisle, instead turned right and made her way to the Gryffindor table. She walked down the aisle towards us, and I wanted to shout at her, what the fuck was she doing, but I couldn't move my mouth.

Words could not be processed. Dark flowing hair was processed though. Big, bold smoky grey eyes were processed along with plump pink lips, and nothing was processed faster than what was below the neck. She filled out that simple white shirt like no girl our year ever did and that demonic skirt… fuck. It just covered her arse and exposed those tan legs of hers, which was defined from physical exercise.

My head snapped up when I realised that she stopped walking. I had turned toward her when she started her progress down the aisle, my back towards the table and suddenly it was against the table. Her hands were in my hair and those illegal legs wrapped around my torso and our lips united and my skin ignited. She moaned my name with every breath,

"Harry!"

I moaned still not being able to process words, "Harry!"

Suddenly I felt a jolt and I snapped my eyes open. A wide-eyed Ron in my face, I turned and the whole class was looking at me.

Fuck.

I dosed off in Divination.

I responded vaguely to whatever Trelawney had said and fidgeted in my seat, trying to get the blood to pump to other regions as well. I was seconds away from actually excusing myself from the room when thankfully Neville bent over to fetch something he dropped, and his butt crack was flashed. Like an antidote to a poison, my blood finally began to disperse to other parts of my body.

I paid little attention for the rest of the lesson, trying to wrap my head around the situation. Yes, I was attracted to her but how could I not be, she was an attention seeking devil what with her flirting and seductive laughter and that infernal skirt stunt she pulled yesterday. I actually sighed when I saw her today with a normal length skirt, shorter than Hermione's but not evil like last night.

For a guy that has probably had a sum of three wet dreams prior to the harpy's arrival, to having a whole night and now part of the day full of them. I wasn't this guy. I wasn't the guy that had to stare at every other person in the Great Hall to avoid making eye contact with her. I wasn't the guy that ignored a friend just because my soldier couldn't help giving her a salute. I needed to get my shit together.

I snapped my head up when I heard Malfoy's voice calling out to Ron. I didn't even realise we were in the entrance hall. I paid attention just like everybody else did to the article that Malfoy was reading. I ignored the burning surge to strangle the little twat and grabbed Ron, stopping him from acting out the 'death of Malfoy' which was playing in my head. I told Malfoy to get stuffed and tried to ignore his retort, trying to drag Ron away.

"-is his mother really that porky or is it just the-"I didn't hear the end of the sentence as the hall echoed with the unique sound of a smack. I turned around just in time to see Ky standing in front of Malfoy, her knee moving up towards his stomach.

I let go of Ron and quickly grabbed her before she could do more damage. I held her against my chest and ignored the rise in temperature and swung her around, she was much easier to control than Ron.

BANG!

I felt something white hot graze my face and heard the screams and had my hand in my pocket for my wand.

"OH NO YOU DON'T LADDIE!" I spun around and saw Mad Eye Moody limping down the staircase and pointing his wand at a white ferret. I was distracted at what happened next by a pain in my chest as I was hit with a sharp elbow.

I forgot I was holding Ky still and let go of her quickly, not processing her squirming in my arms. She backed away quickly from me, a look of pure fear I had never seen before on her face. She turned quickly and walked towards the dungeons, and I moved to follow when Moody's voice cut through the air,

"Did he get you?" I replied in the negative to the low gravelly voice and was rendered stuck in the Entrance Hall with the arrival of McGonagall.

I had successfully avoided her for days. A mean feat considering Hermione and her were practically attached at the hip these days and Ron seemed to like her enough to invite her to remain with us whilst Hermione spent her time in the library but thankfully, she declined.

Fortunately, my list of distractions was increasing. Moody's class was insanely creepy, the first introducing us to unforgivable curses. He, like most of the other teachers, took an immediate liking to Ky. I noticed he particularly liked to call her out in class, and something akin to amusement sparkling in his eyes at her witty quips.

McGonagall of course never exhibited favouritism, but Ky was a natural at transfiguration. Actually, she was a natural at everything, and most of everyone chalked it up to her being a descendant of Dumbledore's. And even though Snape was in a shitty mood these days, something we paired to the presence of losing the Defence job to Moody, he and Ky managed to engage in debate over using this ingredient instead of that ingredient, something Hermione was the only amongst us able to follow.

My next distraction came in the form of Sirius sending a reply, thankfully Ky was down in detention at this time, so I managed to read and reassure him that I was ok with a reply without her twenty questions.

I looked up as Moody called out her name, my knees still stinging from the constant assault. I had finally managed to throw off the Imperius curse.

She stepped forward, her back straight, something I always wondered about considering how she slouched when she sat. Moody sent a jet of red light at her which she quickly blocked; he smiled that lopsided smile of his.

"Take notes class, CONSTANT-"He sent a blue streak at her which she dodged easily,

"-VIGILANCE." He finished with a wheezy laugh. "Imperio."

Every eye was on her, and she was still for a while. Then she started to sing, sing so beautifully. Moody laughed his wheezy laugh and she stopped with a smile and a wink; he must have lifted the curse.

"Interesting, very interesting Miss Thornton."

"Constant Vigilance Professor Moody." She smiled and walked away, nobody, not even Hermione, understanding this exchange.

It seems all the professors where coming together to help with my distraction and increased our workload immensely.

And yet another distraction came with Sirius seeing through my lie and coming back to Britain. It seemed there was enough distraction to at least keep her out of my head during the day. Unfortunately, my mind did not afford me that courtesy today, as the whole student body except Ky, was watching the arrival of the Beauxbaton and Durmstrang schools. My perusal for her was not distracted by the huge horses or the ship that arose from the lake. Not by the giant lady or the yellow toothed man. I was distracted by the simultaneous voice of,

"Ron isn't that your boyfriend?"
"Harry, its Krum!"

I looked down at the first voice and cocked my eyebrow at her. She was a right mess; her hair was up and in disarray and her face was sweaty. She smelled like spices and her shirt was not tucked in properly. Hermione was fussing over her state, Ky ignored her and went on her tip toes in an attempt to spot the arrivals. Her head was snapping here and there as if her mind couldn't process where to look first. Lucky her, she was easily distracted. Hermione actually started fussing with her robes and her hair trying to adjust them, scolding her the whole time.

"Chill Mi, relax. I didn't realise the time."

"I wonder how, you know…. there's a nifty new invention that straps on your wrist and it actually…. wait for it, tells the time. Genius, right? They're calling it a watch." There goes my two-day streak of not speaking to her except greeting. She looked at me blankly for a second and then turned to Hermione and started making her way up to the castle.

Did she just ignore me? What the hell. With a shove from somebody behind me I started walking, barely listening to Ron. I looked at her closer, her shirt was damp and clung to her a bit and her hair looked oily, not its usual flowing self. Then it hit me, what makes someone all damp…sweat. And what makes people sweat…. I was no stranger to this, waking up from just dreams of this for these past few weeks.

She obviously was 'getting heated' with somebody. So heated she forgot to show up to the biggest fucking occasion of term. It's not surprising, the night of her arrival the boys could not shut up about her. And I even saw a few older students giving her that look.

She of course flirted and laughed with everybody. She was way too forward. I looked around as we sat down at the Gryffindor table; my first guess was one of the twins. She spent a good deal of her time with them, always laughing that evil alluring laugh of hers. I never paid attention to this kind of crap. My eyes then fell on Lee Jordan, and I remember seeing them talking the other day. Then there was Dean, who could not take his eyes off of her the first day of school.

Oh, fucks just listen to me! I sound like a needy little bastard. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of this demon and focused on concentrating on the welcoming feast.

A/N: Just a little detour into Harry's mind.

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