Helium | Harry J. Potter

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Alura had woken up expecting to see Harry's sleeping body next to her, instead, there was an empty space. She was secretly disappointed, but she'd never admit that whatsoever. 'What did I expect? He said he'd leave,' Alura scolded herself. She slowly sat up against her headboard and saw Katerina's body standing over her.

"Whose clothes are those?" Katerina asked.

"Someone's."

"You're gonna have to give me more than that."

"No, because if I do, you'll never shut up about it."

Katerina sighed in defeat. "You're probably right, but I'm gonna keep prying!"

"You're welcome to try," Alura mumbled.

Katerina shrugged and pulled her hair into a ponytail. "Well, I'm off to lunch."

Alura's eyes widened. "Lunch?" she repeated. "Was I asleep for that long?"

"Yes, and I am starving, so you're gonna have to walk yourself to lunch." Katerina tucked her wand into her pocket and then left the room.

Alura tiredly stood up and trudged to the bathroom. She turned on the shower water and undressed while waiting for the water to warm up. She folded Harry's clothes neatly and put them on the counter to make sure she didn't forget to give them back.

After showering, she changed into a t-shirt and jeans. She then slipped on some flats and quickly made her way to The Great Hall. She spotted Theo, Blaise, and Katerina in their usual spot so she sat next to Blaise.

"You seemed to have fun last night," Blaise smirked.

Alura groaned and took a sip of her water. "You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?"

"Nope," Theo answered.

"But seriously, what happened last night?"

"I don't know, I barely remember myself."

"Yeah, well I have to go. I am stuffed, and I promised Astoria I'd help her with her makeup for her date," Katerina chirped. "I'll see you lot later." Katerina took one last sip of her drink and then skipped out of the hall.

After Theo was sure she was out of ear-range, he leaned into the table more. "Alura, I saw you with Potter last night."

Blaise nearly choked on his drink. "I never thought I'd hear that."

Alura went wide-eyed and whispered to them, "I was drunk."

"Yeah, no shit," Theo said sarcastically. "Look, I don't care that you and Potter are... whatever you two are, but I don't want you to get hurt again."

"Harry and I are nothing."

"Okay, but I have to know..." Blaise began. "Did you two have sex?" he smirked.

"No!" she yelped. Everyone then turned to her. She mumbled an apology and then said, "And I would've had sex with him if he hadn't stopped me." Alura buried her face in her hands.

"What?!" Theo and Blaise exclaimed at once.

"Look, I was a lot more drunk than him. Harold Hard-I mean Harry-"

"Wait," Blaise interrupted. "You all had role-play names?"

"What are role-play names?"

"Sex names or code names."

"No!"

Blaise laughed. "I was teasing you."

"You better not tell Katerina about Harry," Theo whispered. "She will never let it go."

"Believe me, I know."

At The Gryffindor Table...

Hermione was currently scolding Harry and Ron about the party and how irresponsible it was to go, Ron retaliated by saying she never had fun which she furiously denied. After what seemed like hours of them arguing, Dean interrupted by taking a seat next to Harry.

"Hey, so I was left cleaning the dorm and I found a dress. Any idea who it belongs to?"

"No, why do you think I have anything to do with it?"

"The dress was on your bed."

Harry nearly choked on his drink but covered it up with a cough. Ron snickered at his reaction while Hermione shook her head in disappointment.

"Um..." Harry scanned the hall for any excuse when his eyes landed on Dumbledore. "It's Dumbledores," he said confidently. He then scolded himself after saying the worst lie in history.

Dean blinked slowly and then repeated, "It's Dumbledore's dress?"

"Mhm," Harry mumbled.

"Remind me to never ask you to lie," Ron joined.

Harry glared at Ron and then turned back to Dean.

"Well, it's obviously not Dumbledore's dress," said Dean. "Just make sure to give it back to your girlfriend so no one throws it away."

Harry spat his drink back into his cup at the word 'Girlfriend.' Before he could see Dean's reaction, he had already left. Ron laughed while Hermione facepalmed.

"Well, whose dress was it?" asked Ron.

"No one's."

"Yeah, you're not being too convincing," Hermione said.

Harry swallowed nervously and blurted out, "It's Alura's-well, it's really Katerina's, but Alura was wearing it, so-" he rambled but stopped himself.

"Delightful," Ron joked.

"Are you two...?" Hermione trailed off.

"No! God, no! Never!" Harry said all at once.

"You said that a bit too quickly," Hermione acknowledged.

"I mean, I think you two would be cool together. I doubt it would last considering you can't have one conversation without arguing, but still cool," Ron encouraged.

"Well, you already know my opinion on it," Hermione added.

"Yes, I do," answered Harry. "But it doesn't matter since it's never going to happen."

Ron and Hermione exchanged mischievous glances before turning back to Harry innocently.

"Fine, it'll never happen," Hermione settled. "Have you heard about the masquerade ball?" She changed the subject.

"I thought that was a rumor."

"It technically is, but I managed to get McGonagall to tell me if it was real or not..."

"Well, what'd she say?" Ron urged her.

"Hope you have a nice mask," she smirked.

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THAT GOES FOR ALL OF YOU^
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