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Chapter 41

I waited patiently on the uncomfortable stand, hugging myself against the biting wind. I glanced back up at the small dot, so sure he was just doing this to piss me off now. I'm sure he must have seen me. We were the only two people here. I should have shouted for him. The wind would have eaten my words though. I should throw something at him when he circles closer. Yeah. I looked around, not seeing anything. Damn Hogwarts students and their clean non-littering ways. I looked down at my shoe…that'll do.

"Looking for someone?"

The question didn't come out flirty though, actually it was on the snappy side. I stopped fidgeting with my shoe and looked up, Harry just landed, his face still flushed from the wind and his chest rising quickly as he breathed heavily. He had track pants and a very thin white shirt on, his broom in his left hand. He pushed his glasses up his nose as they slipped when he looked down at me. I crinkled my eyebrows at him, not having the best of days as is, "Who else would I be looking for?"

"Oh I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders but his tone of voice sounded like he knew exactly who. I sighed, annoyed at this game already. I hated playing games, why can't people just say what they fucking mean. I leaned back, against the stand behind my seat and stretched my legs out ready to put Harry in his place.

A clang echoed through the empty stands, produced by hard wood on cement. My eyebrows rose as Harry turned away from me, grabbing the railing of the stands with both his hands, his prized Firebolt lying at his feet. His shirt was so light and thin, everyone of his thin back muscles could be seen, and they were taut with stress.

"OK tell me what the fuck is going on and tell me now."My voice croaked a bit at the higher pitch, unsettled by his reaction. The thought that this had to deal with what Ron had mentioned yesterday crossed my mind and set the burn at the pit of my stomach alight, an unexplainable anger at ignorance churning away.

Harry's POV

I concentrated on the steel of the railings as if willing its coolness to calm the churning at the pit of my abdomen. This was ridiculous. I vaguely processed that she was speaking; the words were a dull echo. I gripped the steel tighter, painfully constricting my hand. Images of last night came back to me, how she had been with that guy. Jack Corner. How they whispered in the corner of the class, not a single spell cast between the two of them. Then she went off with Ron. And then she didn't even come to bed last night. All these thoughts burned through my mind, each one more defined and corrupted by imagination than the last…yet the thought process seemed to stop at my neck. My abdomen tightened again, the only thoughts my body processed were long tan legs in lacy black stockings…stockings whose end peeked out from underneath her skirt as she leaned back…an end that lead to a beginning of soft, smooth…

"Harry?" Her voice finally cut through due to its sharp edge. She stood up in one swift stride, the strong wind pulling her skirt up and all thoughts of last night with it. Fuck. She grabbed my arm and the warm contact making my arms clench. I held the steel railing tighter. Fuck. You're angry, remember?

"Why are you ignoring me?" Her voice was softer now but not less poisonous. What does she have to be angry at? The words left me before I could stop myself as I turned to face her,

"Oh, sorry, did you finally realise I exist."

I glowed angrily but she didn't back down. Her nose flared and she took a step forward…a small step…but enough for her scent to full my nostrils and her chest to touch my own and just like that her foot never hit the ground as I pushed her up against the wall, I swallowed her rage with lips I knew were wind dried but I didn't care. Somewhere deep down I relished the slight roughness she would feel and that same inner beast purred when she didn't recoil from it, returning my fervour with her own to match.

My hands quickly went up her skirt, fingering the top of the dastardly stockings that had dispelled all restraint, the lace tickling my fingers but the feel of her soft flesh exciting them in ways incomparable. She kissed me back just as roughly, biting down on my bottom lip in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. This kiss was familiar…these feelings were familiar…we kissed like this back at Grimmauld place, the day she walked in on me after I found out Ron was a prefect. I felt the sharp sting of her hair as the wind whipped at it, immune to the pain as her soft body pushed into my own. My hands found their way to her hips and dug into them, a growl escaping from my throat, a feral possessiveness possessing me.

"Fuck."

I let go of her and banged my fist at the wall next to her head…well that was…confusing. Before she could ask me what had happened I answered,

"You're driving me insane!" I shouted at her as a gust of wind blew my hair across my eyes.

"I thought you'd rather be insane than inhuman." She echoed the words that we had exchanged a year ago. The reminder of that night where we lay on the grass looking up at the sky seemed to dull my anger slightly, "What's this about? Just tell me because I don't like playing-"

"I don't like playing games too, OK?"I scuffed my sneaker at the wall in annoyance. I scuffed it again and again, releasing the pent up tension in the soft kicks, it all came reeling back when I felt soft fingers ghost across my chest. I looked down at Ky, her lips moving but not processing a word that fell off them, her eyes were set for a fight and her mouth held no smile, her nose flared and her cheeks were slightly red in the cold. Altogether she looked insanely beautiful…with a tight clench of my abdomen and images of Jack Corner and her last night in my mind, Ky was up against the wall again, my mouth successfully swallowing all her previous words of anger…her eyes remained stormy and her hands were not kind but she reciprocated with a fervour of a starving man to a banquet of treats.

I paced outside the large heavy doors, counting to one hundred in my head. Honestly, she was right, this was ridiculous. The whole school knew about us and I was sure they could guess what we were up to when we were out of sight for going on two hours. I looked down at my watch, was it two hours? Best free periods I ever had. I raised my head, mentally prepared to fight the snake, what was a measly Potions master to a ten foot basilisk? I pushed the door open.

Snape may not have petrification skills, but his look could still turn you to stone. I recovered without the help of mandrakes from being framed in the door by the pools of icy black, melted by the sheer loathing I possessed for this man. Each step seemed to echo off the cold stone floors as I walked towards the flame of hair,

"You're late."

There goes any thought that he might just let this one slide.

"By two minutes only."

The voice made me involuntarily swallow, it may not have been the breathy state it was in fifteen minutes ago but it was just as alluring. I tried not to look to my right, to the soft dark waves that had floated over my fingertips moments ago.

"Was I speaking to you Miss Thornton?"

"I apologise." Ky let out a small gasp at what I had said, mirrored by Hermione. Well I didn't go through all that trouble of us entering separately so she can still get in trouble anyway. I knew he wouldn't mind if she had come in a minute or two late, but he definitely wouldn't afford me the same courtesy.

"Well you may-"

"Leave. I don't tolerate tardiness." It was as if Ky didn't exist. He spoke over her as if she was a figment of our imagination. My jaw tightened but I felt the familiar sizzle of energy that preludes a Ky tantrum and turned on my heel and had the door to my back before she could get a word out.

Hermione's POV

I let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the noise the banging door had made which had swallowed up all of Ky's words…which were best left unheard by Professor Snape. I placed a firm hand on Ky's forearm, after all that trouble that Harry had gone through to keep her out of trouble, the least she could do was shut up. I couldn't help but chuckle at the look on Ky's face. Ky didn't say anything though, distracted by Ron who was convincing her to cut his shrivelfigs for him. Ron and his laziness, couldn't he be a little productive. His eyes caught mine and he smiled in glee as Ky did his work for him, the stupid lazy bum. I continued with my own work, tossing Ron glares at his shirking ways.

Ky's POV

I pushed all my stuff in my bag and waited as the students ebbed away. I was going to let Sev have it. He was being ridiculous! It was just two minutes. He was only doing it because it was Harry. I walked towards the desk ignoring Mi's shouts; I was just about to reach my goal when the floor quickly made contact with my nose.

"Ky!"

Quick steps followed but I ignored Mi's shout as I zoomed into the bright head of blonde, my fingers wrapped around my wand as I jumped to my feet. His grey eyes were lighter than usual, misty yet steel like in its resolve. He looked down at me with such ridicule I left my wand aside, prepared to gouge his eyes out with my own fingers.

For the second time today familiar hands had stopped me in my fury, but this time the restraint was less secure.

"The fuck Draco?"

Theo held me from behind, stopping me from going full alley cat on Draco. He continued to stare at his roommate, waiting for an answer.

His usual façade of nonchalance cloaked his face and he shrugged casually, "Didn't see her there."

Theo cocked an eyebrow of disbelief at that. A weird expression crossed Draco's face for a second but just as quickly it disappeared. He turned and walked away and Theo followed quickly. Once Teddy let go I was out the door and after the two. Mi grabbed me,

"You're bleeding."

I looked down at the drops of scarlet that was spreading on my shirt. I ran a hand over the warm fluid, annoyed at my recent weakened state. When had I become so fragile? At least this nose bleed didn't come with headaches. Stupid fucking Malfoy. That reminded me and I turned on my heel, sure I could catch up with him in the corridor and make him bleed twice as much but I couldn't spot the head of yellow anywhere.

"Ooops, sorry." I really needed to start paying attention to where I walked or one day I was going to do myself a great injury.

"Oh…fuck Ky! I'm so sorry."

Jack Corner looked down at me, his shocked wide brown eyes confusing me as he stared at my face. Oh…my nose was still bleeding, I realised this as I stared at the mass of scarlet that stained Corners' shirt where he had knocked into me. I laughed at the look on his face, he really thought that he was strong enough to make my nosebleed by just bumping into it?

"What the fuck did you do to her?"

My soft laugh stopped in its tracks as I saw the familiar set of thin back muscles, not as clear in his school shirt but distinctively taut. Corner looked down at Harry, his apologetic face changing from confusion to anger with each jab Harry made at his chest with his finger, as if he was pressing a 'get Corner to explode' button and it was close to peak.

"Harry…relax, he didn't do anything."

"Nobody is talking to you." Harry turned and looked quickly at me, my eyebrows traveling up my forehead as he mirrored Sev's words. His face softened slightly at whatever emotion I let seep through on my face and this just angered me. I don't need him to feel sorry for me, I was battle ready in the blink of an eye. This seemed to kill off any soft feelings he was having and his face was hard again.

"Look mate, it was a mistake. I didn't see her." Harry looked back at Corner, whose eyes danced with anger but his Hufflepuff heart was obviously cooling him down. Well Harry was no Puff and they didn't call us Gryffindors hotheads for nothing, I saw him finger his wand but snatched at air. Harry looked down at his pocket where it was ten seconds ago,

"Looking for this?"

Okay, I was baiting him. I probably should have said something like, 'Harry, it wasn't Jack who bumped into me, it was that prat Malfoy.' But anger at his previous dismissal of my words and then his uncharacteristic provocation of Jack had me salivating for a fight. Corner would have to wait his turn, Harry was mine for now. His green eyes glowered at the piece of wood in my hands, my hold slackened slightly at the pain in them. I didn't understand, I was baiting him for a fight, not for him to get sad. Why would he be sad?

I stepped forward but Harry had already turned away, pushing passed the crowd that gathered, "Harry!"

He ignored my shouts and disappeared down the corridor. What have I done?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, please review

Kalina