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Chapter 42

Hermione's POV

The white shirt fell to the floor and I picked it up and tossed it into the basket. A slight swell of pride flitted over me at the uncanny dunk, I had horrible aim but the smile never surfaced as I watched my best friend prance across the room shirtless, digging in the cupboard of spare quills.

"Ky…What are you doing?"

Ky's grey eyes turned on me and I took an involuntary step back at the glare.

"Looking for a shirt. Why can I never find any of my fucking shirts! It's all that damn Bobby's fault! She's always taking all her clothes and dumping it all over and then my stuff just gets swallowed up by her crap!"

I stood up from the bed and patiently walked to the wardrobe Ky and I shared and opened the drawer with Ky's tee's. I didn't comment and handed it to her. Ky grabbed it and lopped it over her head.

"This still doesn't mean she doesn't have half my things in that pile of garbage she calls a wardrobe. I haven't seen my Gummi Bears shirt in ages!"

As she spoke she took her skirt off and then put the same skirt back on. I grabbed a pair of jeans from the wardrobe and tossed it at her. She started slipping it on with the skirt still on.

"Ugh the era of the pants skirt combo is so dead Ky."

Lavender waltzed into the room heading straight for the bathroom.

"Godric knows why the awful combo was invented in the first place, highly unflattering. Did you see Miranda Lee wearing those awful pink and blue ones to the last Hogsmeade trip."

Parvarti looked at me as if I should agree with her. I turned to Ky, waiting for our usual unison eye roll at our roommates but her grey eyes were staring at the red carpet as if counting the thread count. This was strange behaviour, especially for Ky.

"Yeah but then Miranda wore that horrid white dress to the Yule Ball last year so she never had much taste to begin with. Speaking of the Yule Ball, this came for you earlier on."

Lavender walked out of the bathroom, face glowing green with that beauty cream she swore by, and threw an envelope at me. I made to catch it but it whizzed past my fingertips, guess it was just one lucky shot a day. I recognised the familiar handwriting and tried to hide the blush and scooped it up quickly.

"Fuck him!"

I looked shocked at Ky. She always seemed to promote my friendship with Viktor and almost convinced me to take him up on the offer of a day trip in Bulgaria during the holiday. Almost. Ky might be able to shrug off Voldemort's existent but that talent didn't fall on me. I realised that the swear wasn't directed at my Durmstrang pen pal though, but a man that was much closer to my heart. I stood up, ready to lead Ky away from the usual fiasco that would ensue when conversing with Lavender and Parvarti.

"Fuck him? Don't you mean fuck you?"

It was hard to tell with all the gunk on her face but it would seem that Lavender was giving Ky a superior look.

Ky looked ready to pounce, "Fuck me?"

"Yeah! What are you so pissed about anyway? From where I stand he has every right to be pissed with you."

"Well take a step back off the cliff you're standing on because I'd rather hear your screams as you plummet to your death rather than your 2 knut comments."

Oh goodness, she's reached overly dramatic death scenarios.

"Ky maybe we should-"

"Oh well I may just be a bystander but it's obvious I see more than you do!"

Ky stood up from the bed, tossing the skirt to the wall with a harsh flick of the wrist, "Oh and what is it that you see, O wise one!"

Her usually perfect sarcastic tone was considerably higher pitched at the end. I moved to the centre, the last time these two fought it got physical.

"Well for one thing, maybe you shouldn't turn up late with other boys to your own boyfriend's meeting. And then maybe you shouldn't spend the meeting having whispered conversations with the same boy. And then also don't defend the same boy when your boyfriend and him are fighting."

"What the fuck?" Ky looked at me, her hands raised in a quizzical gesture. "That's the most fucked up thing I've heard. Like Harry gives a shit about that? Right?"

Grey eyes looked hopefully at me and I bit my bottom lip, for once I agreed with Lavender.

"You think…you think Harry is worried about Corner?" Ky's voice was soft…lacking its usual confidence.

I sighed and twisted my bottom lip between my teeth, "Ky…I …yes."

"But Corner and I are-"

"Yes I know. I know that. But Harry doesn't."I tossed a glance at Lavender and Parvarti, hoping that they would get the hint and leave the room, I was planning on having a conversation with Ky about this but in private. The two weren't budging though, eating up the conversation. Ky's eyes went back to the carpet again.

"Look Ky-"

"Fucking hell Potter."

And with that last snarl Ky Thornton stormed out of the room leaving me sputtering after her.

Harry's POV

I watched the shadows pass over the tree tops of the Forbidden forest, there was something life like about it. As if a huge dementor was flying over the forest and stealing all the light…the same could be said about my life now. I turned away from the lake, its grey shimmer reminding me of her. A small part of me, well honestly a huge part of me, wanted her to follow me. But she didn't. An image of her running her fingers across Corners arm ghosted through my mind and I kicked at the box near my foot. I sat further into the large armchair as something scurried out, my eyes which was adjusting to the descending darkness outlined it as just a spider. My heart didn't have a chance to regain its normal rhythm as the door banged open behind me. I stood up from the armchair, squinting at the sudden invasion of light. I didn't need the light from the passageway to identify my visitor though; even in the dark room I observed every single delicate contour. The click of the closing door echoed in the silent room. The silence continued for moments only to be interrupted by a soft rustling,

"Ouch."I took a step back and held my arm where the small hands had hit me. I saw them descend again and my seeker reflex helped me restrain the hands from further damage, unfortunately I forgot that she had more than two limbs.

"Fuck!" For small feet she sure had a way of exerting pressure. "Fuck fuck fuck! What was that for?" I hopped up and down, relinquishing pressure on the foot that was just stomped on.

"Because you fucking deserve it Potter! And you're damn well lucky I've become somewhat attached to your nads or I would have done twice the damage to them!"

My pain quickly turned to anger, "I fucking deserve it? What the fuck did I do! You're the one whose-"

"If you mention Corner's name so help me by the Founders I would lose all attachment to your jewels and unleash seven hells and more on them."

I subconsciously put my thighs together in protection, but no matter how attached I was to the boys I couldn't let Ky just get her way, "So I should just ignore whatever-"

"Harry!"The tone in her voice made me stop in my tracks, the moonlight shone through the huge windows and shone silver over her face. My breath caught in my throat and a current of electricity ran down my spine that had nothing to do with my nervous system. It was as if her skin absorbed the moonlight and emitted it in higher concentrations, but it wasn't her sheer beauty that short circuited my body, it was her eyes. There was a distinctively soft expression in them, one that she usually armoured with layers of sarcasm and cynicism. There was something frightful about that look, I relished and reeled from it. "How could you?"

I sat in this room for hours, my imagination tormenting me and my mind bashing her very existent, but the hours of thought disappeared in the gentle infliction of her voice, a tone she never used before falling on my ears. "I…How could I?" I really didn't know what to say, all anger ebbed away, my body already berating me for hurting her in ways I didn't even know.

"You don't trust me." It was the same voice again, but this time it had no question in it. A pure statement. No doubt. I opened my mouth but stopped. Did I trust her? Undoubtedly I trusted Ky Thornton, my friend. I confided in her just as much as I did Hermione and Ron. But did I trust Ky Thornton, my girlfriend? It was all well and good trusting someone with your secrets, secrets could hurt a person, yes. But emotions…emotions can break you. Could I trust Ky Thornton with the one thing that I couldn't afford to be broken…especially now? Her hands, which I had forgotten I was holding fell limply to the side, her hair fell over her face as she turned to walk away and my heart beat faster.

"I do trust you." I held her wrist tighter but it was unnecessary, her back may be facing me but she wasn't increasing the distance.

"I don't think you do."

"Did I say I think you should think I trust you? I didn't ask for your opinion on the matter." And that was the truth. I did trust her for the very same reason I didn't want to trust her. Because she had the ability to break the only thing I couldn't afford to be broken. But then somewhere along the line, she had taken my trust without asking. Because how can she conduct the rhythm of my heart with such ease if I didn't trust her. "Kyrianna. Look at me."

A strange sensation always enveloped me when we were in intense situations. I always felt taller, broader, louder, more assertive. She slowly turned around, her face deep in thought.

"Tell me." I needed to know what was going on in her head.

"I need to know what's going on in your head." I inhaled sharply in shock at her words but she continued, "Is it Voldemort stuff?"

I shook my head, confused at the slightly hopeful look in her eye at her guess. "No…"

Her nose flared slightly and she took a step forward, "Tell me."

A smile crossed my lips at the normality in her voice, that horrible softness disappearing and she looked daggers again, my smile disappeared as I spoke though, "I see you with him."

"You mean you imagine me with Corner?"

"Yes and no."

Her eyebrows blended together in furrowed fury and I tightened my hold on her hands, "I told you I don't like-"

"I see you and Corner. I see you laugh at him and whisper with him and touch him and I see you sneak off with the twins and giggle with Ron and and…" It was so weird, so indescribable, it was mercurial… "I see those things when you're not with me and it burns me." I pulled her hands to my abdomen, to where the pain emanates, her lips parted in confusion. "But here, when you're with me and here."I picked her wrist up in gesture, "It doesn't burn. It doesn't…" What was wrong with me? I knew all the feelings I had was unjust, baseless yet when she wasn't there…it just festered within me.

"Harry I can't just…I won't just stop being myself-"

I closed the gap between us, desperate for her to understand, "I don't want you to stop. All those things, that laugh and that giggle and the care…all of them…they are you. They're all you." The words stuck in my throat, I didn't know how to tell her how much it meant, all the little things that made up Ky. All the sounds and the scents and the tastes and touch. She stared into me, a look that saw all of me,

"What happened that night?"

I looked down at her, confused, "When?"

"The night before yesterday. Ron said that something happened."

My eyebrows just dug themselves closer together, what had happened? When had I told Ron…just as the thought came to me the room echoed with my laughter, Ky looked at me, her lower lip trembling as if she was on the verge of tears. I stopped laughing and pulled her to me, she started swatting at me,

"Don't you dare laugh at me Potter!"

"I'm not…I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at…at this." I let go of her and gestured between us. "At the fact that this just consumed everything else." I shook my head, "Two days ago I felt what Voldemort was feeling. I felt it."

"I don't see the joke in that." She looked more confused than shocked.

"Well no, of course not, it's not funny at all. It's just that, you know… I forgot. I completely forgot. I somehow feel what the most evil dark wizard to have existed feels and I forgot. Because I was so consumed with all of this."

"Does it hurt?"

"What?" I was still lost in the fact that I managed to completely forget such vital information.

Ky stood on her tiptoes and ran a finger over my scar. I could feel her against my chest and waited to exhale, knowing that if I felt anymore of her this conversation would remain unresolved.

"It never hurts when you're around…" That was the truth. Somehow when her skin was on my own, there was never pain.

"And you said when I'm not around," Her fingers caressed down my nose, my lips, my chest and lingered at my navel, "It burns."

I nodded, completely enchanted by her. She bit her bottom lip, deep in thought, "Well I guess we know the answer then?"

Her fingers traveled lower and I inhaled sharply, "I just have to be around…"

We sat on the hard wooden floor, the night's air biting at my shirtless chest. I slung a hand around her waist and pulled her closer, her sweaty forehead leaning against my neck, "How did you find me?"

Ky shrugged, "I followed you up here earlier. Figured you were being such a colossal prat if I spoke to you I might just hex you and thought it was best for us both to give you some time to think about stuff. What is this place by the way?"

Who knew she had that kind of restraint, "I have no idea. It looks like an attic doesn't it? I can't make out which tower we're in because of all the revolving."

"The what?"

I smiled, it was just like Ky not to see something so obvious, "Didn't you notice this room is revolving."

Her eyes widened and she scrambled to her knees and looked out the window behind us, and just like that she saw the forest slowly turn into the lake which turned into the mountain. "This room revolves."

I laughed and pulled her down to my lap, "That's about the first thing I noticed Miss Thornton. Your observation skills are diminishing."

"It's not my observation skills; it's your skills of distraction."

"Distraction? Me? Distracting? Never."

She giggled as I tickled her, her laughter slowly faded and she brushed a finger across my cheek,

"I need you to tell me things."

"I do tell you things."

"I need you to tell me things when they happen." She fiddled with her fingers in her lap, a sign that she was showing some sort of emotion she detested, this one being vulnerability.

"I would, I just forget."

"You can't forget things like that Harry."

I chuckled at her tone of voice, "I am aware of that Ky."

"OK, so the facts are these." I smiled at her Hermione impression, "You have been experiencing…negative emotions when I am not around, but when I am around you experience…positive feelings that make you forget about the negative feelings which in fact is important to remember…"

Ky looked expectantly for feedback and I continued staring at her, "Harry?"

"What?"

"Are you even- Harry!" There was a loud smack as her hand made contact with my arm, "Here I am trying to help you and you're looking down my top!"

"Well it's not my fault! They're right there!" I laughed and gestured at her chest and she swatted my hands away. "You weren't complaining five minutes ago."

"Well I think there lays our problem and solution." My laughter died away instantly.

"What does that mean?"

"Well we obviously have spent too much time with our tongues stuck down each others throats that our mouths have forgotten that they can be used for other things like speaking."

"I don't see the problem in that and five minutes ago-"

"Yes, yes I know, I know, I didn't see the problem in that either. But later on when I meet Dean or Ron or Seamus and we start talking and then you run off and have an episode it would be because we haven't resolved anything."

"I didn't run off-"

"Yeah yeah Potter." She turned to face me, hovering over me in her kneeling position. "So we need to like, talk."

"We are talking."

"No Harry, I mean like when shit happens. You have to like tell me what's going on, we can't just make out like crazy and then forget that we were discussing something."

I grabbed her waist and pulled her down to me, "But I like making out like crazy."

She laughed and kissed me, "Nobody said anything about not making out like crazy. Just more talking." She wagged her finger at my face and I nipped at it, I looked up at her, a serious expression on my face.

"I agree."

She smirked down at me, swinging a leg around my waist moving her lips down. She squeaked as her body was readjusted as I moved my face away, straightening up against the wall, holding her hands.

"I think we should start now."I looked down at her confused face and stopped myself from pulling her lip from between her teeth with my own.

"OK." She adjusted herself in a kneeling position again. "Shoot."

"I want you to talk about Bastian Blishwick."

A/N: I think it's best I stop there. I hope you guys are enjoying the story, Harry is being a bit paranoid right now because all of the stuff that is going on in his head, all the Voldemort visions and what not is having an effect on him. Anyway please please please review!

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Kalina