𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

V

- PANSY PARKINSON -

I've never been a particularly exceptional student, grades being average and attendance the same. And i'm reminded of that after my lessons today, my struggles highlighted by various teachers whose lessons have just made it onto my wagging schedule.

As of late, and by that i mean the last week, Daphne, Millicent and I have spent free time watching the older children place their names into the Goblet of Fire. They try so hard to catch the eyes of the Durmstrang boys, while i attempt to blend, bored of the way they throw themselves at them. Undignified.

And so i lay on my front, resting on my elbows, reading a book, drowning out the thrum of voices with poetry. Rosalind Falkirk, Dawn of the Pixies. An anthology of witch poetry - often overlooked in a wizards world.

I'm pulled from my thoughts involuntarily, as a husky laugh echoes through the small hall. Harry. As though im nog in control of my limbs, i look up. Eyes searching, and finding him in the opposite corner to me. Sitting with a few weasleys and the Granger girl, if things were different maybe i could be over there too. Instead of having to endure a stready thrum of Bulgarians.

Why can't i?
Because some guys in the year 1100 decided that secularism was the best way, separating witches and wizards for generations?
I'm gonna go over, no reason why not.
Right?

Closing my book i think about how i'll go about it. Walk over and just say hi? Wave and sit down? Start a conversation with him, or with his friends.

I sit up from my lying position behind Daphne and Millicent, looking at him from across the room just as he looks up too. Eyes piercing mine, glinting in the blue light. That perfect smile tugging at his lips.

Tearing my eyes away for a mere second, "i'm going to the bathroom" i announce to no-one in particular before standing and walking towards the door. Eyes still locked with his, and i notice nothing else. His gaze softened, smirk forming as i closed in.

Before panic wore its way in, and i slowed my pace. Confidence draining and heartbeat rising. What am i thinking? What would people think? Would his friends not scowl at the thought at me being near them?

I feel my face fall, eyes locking on the floor, the reality settling in. Secrecy is good, at least in this case. Our case.

Glancing back up at Harry, i nod my head outside the hall. Hoping he takes the hint. And he does.

He looks around, excuses himself, and follows.

Im not sure what i was thinking, i just wanted to see him. The corridor is still quite busy, especially since it's a free period for our year. No chances. I lead up some stairs, glancing behind so see if he's still there.

He is. Eyes overflowing with lust. I can only imagine mine look the same, butterflies brimming, waiting for release. I quicken my pace, giggling slightly at the excitement i feel.

The crowds thin, and i hear his steps quicken as he attempts to catch up.

"Where are we going...?" He says, in a low whisper.

"You'll see" Raising an eyebrow and looking up at him beside me, that trademark smirk of his plastered on his face. Our hands touch briefly as we walk, i gasp slightly and look down. Slowing my pace, chest rising quickly.

He notices,  smiles, and takes my hand in his before gesturing for me to keep walking.

I go to say something, but stop myself, close my mouth and continue up the stairs. Hand in unloveable hand, we climb the stairs to the Astronomy tower.

I let go as we cross the threshold, into a safe space.

Theres a sofa up here, cushions on the floor in the corner, astronomy books strewn across the floor in piles. It's here for students to revise the stars, to get a closer look. But it's long forgotten by many students, making it perfect for me. For us.

"I never knew this was here" Harry muses as he wanders before falling back onto the old sofa. "Its so... peaceful"

"Funnily enough Potter, thats why i like it"

He offers me a warm look, spreads his arm on the back of the sofa. An invite if i ever saw one. I move to sit beside him, leaving room between us. He looks at me, as if offended, before pulling me into him. Snuggling me into his side.

His embrace us just as i dreamed it would be, calming, gentle. The beat of his heart pounding in my ear as i rest on his chest.

"How've you been?" I ask, glancing up at him.
"I've not been able to concentrate recently"
"Why not? Is it the tournament? Surely your not thinking of entering, are you"

"No, im not. No more fights for me. I'm distracted by something else, someone else"
He raises his brow at this, his hand finds itself at my chin, bringing me up to eye level with him. As if i'm no longer in control of my body, i move to straddle him.

"Golden boys taken notice of someone? Whoever could that be"

His smile deteriorates, only for a moment.
"You don't like the Golden Boy thing, do you?" I ask, sincerely.

"Reminds me of whats expected, it's all bullshit - i couldn't give two shits about being some Prophetic arsehole"

I nod at his confession, "Danger does seem to follow you ever where you go, Harry."
"Oh yeah?" He scoffs, almost reminiscing. It must be hard for him. 
"That must be why i'm so enraptured by you"

The eye contact is piercing, he just called me dangerous and i'm falling at his feet.
His eyes stagger to my lips and back.

I want nothing more than to kiss him in this moment.

So i do.

I lean in, and so does he. Gradually, panting with every breath. His hands trailing up my back. His lips lock with mine and im hell bound, falling into a luscious abyss. The forbidden taste of our situation showing threw these stolen touches. Gentle and passionate. Moaning into this kiss, gripping at his shoulders as he caresses my waist.

We break away, both gasping for air, my head resting on his as a peaceful silence smothered us.

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