Chapter 14: When the little green monster purrs

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Chapter 14

Harry's POV

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the end of the corridor. Damn, I forgot everywhere was full. I looked at a door that said staff only. Staff only? I never saw that before…maybe this is where the old witch with the trolley sat. I looked back, ignoring Ky's groans about missing some tennis match, and sidled in, recalling that the old witch was on the other side of the train.

The compartment was cramped and dark and smelled of coffee. A pair of needles was knitting in the corner; there was no window and just one seat.

I turned and my chest rubbed against hers in the small place. I quickly backed away, trying to focus, and my knees buckled as it hit the edge of the seat, I fell onto it. She smiled down at me, eyes full of mischief and I tried to concentrate on that and not what was now right in front of me, rising and falling as she breathed.

I fisted my hands, stopping myself from even remembering the feeling of smooth skin…of hardened…No. No. You need to find out what happened.

She took a step forward and they were a hair's breadth away. I blinked, the mist on my glasses not clearing up fast enough. I watched as the eyes of the smiley face stretched across her chest…everything seemed to stretch across her chest…

Anger flared in my tummy when I remembered her condition when she entered the compartment earlier. About a hundred boys must have seen her prancing around with shorts so tiny that even Crabbe or Goyle with their mundane minds could imagine what lay underneath. Even Neville, who was shy and terrified of girls for the most part, practically gawked at her.

With will power I didn't know I had, I leaned back into the chair and picked my eyes up to her own, fixing onto the grey, which grew curious in a blink.

"What did you see?"

She didn't move, her face remained impassive, "Linus. The day he was attacked. He was betrayed by a man called Sturgis Podmore. Tortured. By death eaters."

I held her gaze and fought the urge to comfort her at having to see that, knowing I wouldn't be able to stop if I even touched her. I continued. "He works for the Order. That wasn't a vision of the future though. I've never heard of anyone having a vision of the past."

"That's what Nonno is looking into. I didn't see anything else; the vision wasn't very clear. The place where Li was, was considerably dark, they didn't tell me anything of course."

"Oh, and just while we're on the topic, would you refrain from discussing matters like this in front of strangers."

"Neville isn't a stranger. Admittedly we don't make enough time for him, but stranger, no he isn't."

"What? No. I wasn't talking about Neville, I was talking about Loony Lovegood."

"Watch your tongue Potter, that's my friend you're talking about!"

"She isn't your friend, you just met her! And then you go and tell her you have visions. And it's a bit suspicious that she already knew your name."

"Yeah! How sneaky of her to know the headmaster's granddaughter's name. And I didn't tell her I had visions; she was the one that told me."

"And how did she know that!"

"Did you not hear her, it's the wrackspurts."

I rolled my eyes, she was impossible. My eyeballs ended up landing back in their previous position, I blinked hard a few times and then looked up.

"Did Sirius really help you get on the train?"

"Yup. I wasn't about to miss going home. It didn't feel right."

"You should have stayed…rested for a bit. You need rest. Are you OK?"

"Wouldn't you have missed me?"

I looked up at her and ignored the question, "You must have had to rush a fair bit. When we left you were still asleep. You must have done quite a bit of convincing for your brothers to allow you to leave the house like that."

"Not really. I think I looked quite cut up about not being able to go, but I didn't say anything about it, and I think that played to my advantage. They felt bad and got me here on time."

"I wasn't talking about you getting here on time."

She looked down at me, cocking her head to the side, "Are you talking about my pyjamas?"

Pyjamas? Those were not pyjamas; they were rags that should be burned.

"You should know better than to run around half naked. At least you had the good mind to come straight to Ginny for a change of clothes; I could only believe it of you to forget that you left the house in your… 'pyjamas'."

She shrugged nonchalantly.

"You did come straight to Ginny, right?"

She shrugged again, "I might have bumped into a few people on my way."

There was a burning in my stomach and my scar gave a pang. I bit back a growl, "Like who?"

"Does it matter?"

I stood quickly, not fully understanding why my stomach was in a knot and my face felt hot as my scar gave a pang, trying to stabilize my hands from the unnecessary quivering. She didn't step back though, and I loomed above her, "Who Ky?"

She raised an eyebrow at me, folding her hands across her chest, her eyes taking on a lethal glint. "It's not your fucking business Potter."

"It is my fucking business. You need to watch yourself. Especially after what happened last year with that bastard." Another pang went through my scar, I ignored it and took another step forward, "I won't have Slytherin's putting their slimy hands on you."

"Oh, you won't, will you? What about the other houses, do they have your permission, Master Potter."

I looked down at her, her grey eyes burning, her jaw set, and brows furrowed, her hands in fists at her sides.

"Oh yeah you'd like that, what with your penchant for Puffs!"

She reeled back as if I slapped her, "Fuck you, Potter."

"Wait Ky." I didn't let her get past me, regretting what I said once it left my lips. I don't know what got into me, the thought of someone attacking her like they did last year…of someone putting their hands on her, other than me…I pushed her lightly against the wall.

I looked down at her powerful eyes, blinking up at me. Suddenly she reached forward and pulled me down fiercely to her lips, capturing my mouth with force that I returned with ease.

I felt a nagging pain shoot through my scar and pulled away, "Who?"

She looked at me, lips bruised and eyes wide. Where the fuck did that come from? Why the fuck was I still thinking about who she had bumped into when my hands were clamped on Ky Thornton's butt?

I ignored the ache from my scar, why was she being so defensive? Why won't she just say? She must have seen someone; I mean…she did take a long while to find us.

"Are you serious?"

"It did take you a conveniently long time to get here."

"Oh, sorry Harry! I was busy giving the Slytherin seventh years a strip tease at the back of the train, you should have joined! I only charge ten galleons but if you want to see some-"

I banged my hands on the wall, boxing her in, "You know what I meant. Be serious, you can't be prancing around with those Snakes anymore Ky. Especially after what happened last year!"

"Oh, and what business is it of yours! I can handle myself-"

"Yeah! Sure, you can! Right till you can't and someone else handles you-"

I flew back as she pushed hard at my chest, pretty sure that there was wandless magic involved.

"You're not my fucking boss Potter! I'll prance wherever the hell I want to prance and with who the fuck I want to. If you want to boss someone around, why don't you go to Chang, I'm sure she'll be up for it. Oh, wait you don't even have to look far, the bitch will probably come sniff you out like she did earlier!"

"Don't call her a bitch Ky, she's obviously dealing with a whole lot of crap right now."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Of course, Princess Cho isn't a bitch! I'm the bitch with my slutty ways!"

"Well, if the ridiculously small shorts fit!"

What was wrong with me! It's like I wasn't even thinking, I was just spewing out rubbish. I scratched at my scar as it panged again and again. Ky took a step forward just as the door opened, the witch with the trolley framed in the entrance. She looked from Ky and then to me,

"Anything from the trolley dears?"

Ky didn't even answer her and barged through the door. I looked at the old lady apologetically,

"I'm so sorry Miss…"

"Miss Duke, Mr Potter. And it's fine, as long as you young'un's didn't disturb my knitting. I've been pushing this trolley for forty years; this isn't the first time I've walked into two lovebirds wanting a little quiet time."

"Er… Thanks…I'll have the lot."

"Oh, thanks Mr Potter." I bought the sweets and grabbed the bags, awkwardly exiting the compartment.

"Oh, and Mr Potter…she is quite a pretty lass. Feisty too…a bit o' Charm Choc should do the trick."

I nodded at the old lady, knowing that there was no amount of Charm Choc on this planet that will manage to remove the foot that I had so solidly stuck in my mouth.

A/N: I know they're very shouty, but I think they're both not great communicators at this point. Harry is clearly jealous, and especially moody since fifth year is when his connection with Voldemort was running rampant. And well, Ky is Ky.

Let me know what you think of their evolving relationship so far!

Kalina