𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗲, harry potter

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CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
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-: fifth year :-

── IN WHICH CONNECTIONS
ARE MADE

. . .

As soon as he got a chance, Harry had pulled Jane away from the dinner table and slipped away from the kitchen, gesturing for Ron and Hermione to follow when they got the chance - which was only moments later. For the Potter, out of the entire group in the kitchen, Ron and Hermione were the most important for Jane to get to know - Sirius was as well, of course, but he had a feeling that he was prepared to wait a little longer until Jane had settled in. He would have to anyway; Jane knew him previously as escaped mass murderer - even if she knew that he was clearly innocent, he would still have to explain that, amongst everything else. 

Until then, Sirius would no doubt be asking Remus everything he knew, and Arthur everything from the trial... which was rather a lot. 

Flora had disappeared prior to their escape in order to organise Jane's room (which, Harry had checked, was two floors above his own), and without another viable option for a chance of privacy, he lead her towards his and Ron's room, knowing just how much time she would probably end up staying in there.

With Ron and Hermione only getting away just as Jane and Harry reached the second floor - they could see the top of their heads from the bannisters - the couple had precisely thirty seconds alone as soon as Jane pulled the door closed behind him.

And it seemed like they had somewhat the same mindset, because moments later and they were kissing, Jane's hands cupping his cheeks as he pressed his lips against hers, reaching down to tightening comfortably around her waist. 

Jane pulled away, a smile on her face as she looked up to face him. "I missed you." She managed to get out, before Harry was kissing her again, a hasty movement that saw them crossing a boundary and melting into one another, pulling away with a start as the doors opened.

"Merlin, you'd think they'd forgotten we were coming." Ron shook his head, tutting. But as he and Hermione came to sit down on his bed, facing Harry, he was smiling. "Go on then, I know you're dying to say something about the trial." He nudged Hermione.

"I'm not dying to say anything." The Granger girl replied huffily, clearing her throat. "Just.. do you know what house-elves are?" She asked, watching as Jane nodded. "You said she knew about the existence of the wizarding world, what.. a week ago?"

"Nine days." Harry had a hard time hiding his grin. "It's good though, she won't be so shocked when she meets Kreacher." His gaze slid to the door for a moment, fearing that saying the name alone would summon the grouchy house-elf.

"Flora has a rather extensive library.. half of which was hidden me from arrival." Jane shrugged. She paused, brow furrowing. "What's a... Kreacher?"

"Awful fellow." Ron waved her question away. "Hermione wants to ask you about whether you'll join S.P.U.G." Jane looked confused. "The Society for the Protection of Ugly Goblins."

"It's S.P.E.W, Ronald." Hermione shook her head. "The Society for the Protection of Elfish Warfare. Goblins can defend themselves against wizards. House-elves have been bound to them for generations and generations, forced into slavery by their pure-blooded owners and conditioned into thinking that being set free means meeting their demise!"