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Chapter 41: Fly away with me

I waited patiently on the uncomfortable stand, hugging myself against the biting wind. I glanced back up at the small dot, positive Harry 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?"

His 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 and falling quickly. He was wearing sweats and a very thin white shirt, 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 the hell they mean. I leaned back against the step behind me and stretched my legs out, despite my laid back posture I was gearing up for a fight.

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, every one of his lean back muscles were visible. They were taut, as if he were stressed.

"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 with what Ron had mentioned yesterday crossed my mind and set the burn at the pit of my stomach alight, an unexplainable anger at being kept in the dark fanned the flames that were rising within me.

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 Ky was speaking; her 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 rampaged through my mind, each one more defined and corrupted by imagination than the last…yet the thought process seemed to stop at my neck.

Every sinew of my being below the neck was far from angry at her.

My abdomen tightened again, remembering the lacy black stocking…stockings that peeked out from underneath her skirt as she leaned back…the tops of them giving way to what I now knew was soft, sweet skin…

"Harry?" Ky's voice finally cut through due to its sharp edge. I turned just as she rose to her feet in one swift stride, the strong wind pulling her skirt up and all thoughts of last night with it.

Oh Godric.

Ky grabbed my arm and the warm contact made my muscles constrict, but I didn't return her touch. If I did I knew I'd lose my steam. You're angry, remember?

"Why are you ignoring me?" Her voice was softer now, but no less poisonous. What does she have to be angry about? The words left me before I could stop myself.

"Oh, sorry, did you finally realise that I exist?"

I glowered at her, but she didn't back down. Her nostrils flared and she took a step forward…a small step…but enough for her scent to waft over me as her chest touched my own.

And just like that - her foot never hit the ground as I pulled her to me, turning us around and pushing her up against the railing. 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 damn stockings that had dispelled my restraint, the lace tickled my fingers but the feel of her soft flesh excited them in ways incomparable.

Ky kissed me savagely, flicking between nibbling and licking at my bottom lip that sent a shiver down my spine. This kiss was familiar…these feelings were familiar…we kissed like this back at Grimauld 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 pain as her pliable 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, suddenly annoyed with myself for being so easily influenced by her and smacked my palm down on the railing…well that was…confusing. Before she could ask me what was wrong, 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 to me. How she was late, and how she just wasn't paying attention to me, and how she so easily ruffled hair, and patted arms, and winked at people. Just as the green monster roared in my chest, I felt her soft fingers pet it, stroke it until it lost its roar and purred in complete submission.

I looked down at her fingers, which were tracing patterns on my chest as she spoke, her lips were moving but I could not process a word. 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 her argument…her eyes remained stormy and her hands were not kind but she reciprocated with fervour.

-x-x-x-

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 really two hours?

Best free periods I ever had.

I raised my head, mentally preparing 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 from being frozen in the doorway by his pools of icy black without the help of mandrakes, melted instead 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 only two minutes."

Her voice made me gulp, it may not have been in the breathy state as of fifteen minutes ago but it was just as alluring. I tried not to look to my right, to the soft dark waves that I was sure my fingers had imprinted on permanently seeing how long and tightly they had been tangled up in there.

"Was I speaking to you Miss Thornton?"

"I apologise." Ky let out a small gasp at my response, mirrored by Hermione.

Well, I didn't go through all that trouble of us entering separately so she can still get in trouble with Snape. 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-" Ky began to speak and I shot her a stern glare, but it was unnecessary.

"Leave Potter. 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 preluded a Ky tantrum and turned on my heel and had the door to my back before she could get another word out.

Hermione's POV

I let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the noise the banging door had made which had blocked out Ky's retort which was 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 detention, the least she could do was shut up. I couldn't help but chuckle at the look on her 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 self reliant. His blue eyes found mine and he grinned in glee as Ky did his work for him. I continued with my own work, tossing Ron glares at his shirking ways.

Ky's POV

I flung my stuff in my bag and waited as the students left.

I was going to let Sev have it. He was being ridiculous! It was just two minutes. He was only being this unfair because it was Harry.

I walked towards his personal lab, which he had just disappeared into, ignoring Mi's hisses; 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.

Draco 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?"

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

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

Teddy 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 Teddy followed quickly. Once Teddy let go I was out the door and after the two.

Mi grabbed me, stopping me in my tracks, "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 myself. When had I become so fragile? At least this nosebleed didn't come with headaches.

Stupid fucking Malfoy!

That reminded me of my objective, and I turned on my heel, sure I could catch up with him down 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…damn Ky! I'm so sorry."

Jack Corner looked down at me in complete shock, utterly puzzling me… 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. Ooops.

I let out a chuckle at the look on his face, he really thought that he was strong enough to make my nosebleed by just bumping into it?

Boys were ridiculous!

"What the hell did you do to her?"

My laughter 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 working.

"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 sentiment.

Why did people think that they could just ignore me?

Harry's face softened slightly at whatever emotion I let seep through on my own, 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 had and his face hardened.

"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 now empty pocket.

"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 was he sad?

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

He ignored my shouts and disappeared down the corridor.

What did I do now?

A/N: She honestly does herself no favours! They're so out of sync here - feedback is always appreciated :)

Kalina