Harriet Potter 1

Not to me

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"Legillimens!"

Harriet was hurrying down the hall. She was supposed to meet Hermione in the library five minutes ago.

"Potter."

Harriet rolled her eyes and didn't turn around.

"Hey Potter! I heard that even Weasel won't be your date to the ball."

"What do you want Malfoy?"

"As a school champion it would be shameful for Hogwarts if you couldn't rustle up a date."

Harriet sighed "shove off Malfoy."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her into the doorway of a deserted classroom "look I hate to do this but with Hogwarts' honour at stake I'd be willing to, you know."

"Spit it out Malfoy."

"Merlin you are thick sometimes Potter. I'm offering to help you out in a tight spot and be your date for the Yule ball."

Harriet was stunned speechless. She stared up into those cold blue eyes that she had glared into a million times before. A single strand of his platinum hair fell forward over his forehead, escaped from his slicked back locks.

Judging by his smirk, he had taken her silence for assent, perhaps even gratitude.

She was still frozen in shock when his hand slipped around her waist, drawing her body to his. She felt a tendril of desire despite herself.

When lowered his mouth to hers the kiss was hot and demanding. For a moment her eyes fluttered shut before she realised what she was doing, and more importantly with whom!

She stepped out of his grasp quickly before turning on her heel and running out of the room.

Harriet found herself on the cold stone floor again.

She had never told anyone about that moment of madness, not even Hermione and now Snape knew. Her cheeks were burning and she struggled to meet Snape's dark gaze. Doubtless he would use all the information he was getting out of her to his own advantage. Harriet was filled with burning hatred for this nasty man. She had no idea why Dumbledore trusted him.

"Well, well, well that was...enlightening" Snape snarled. "Try to clear your mind Potter. I understand that it may be difficult due to the amount of detritus you have in there."

"I'm trying." Harriet replied through gritted teeth.

"Not hard enough" Snape sneered.

"Do let me know if you need help Professor I understand that it can be difficult when you get older."

"You are just as arrogant as your father. Legillimens!"

Charlie's voice was low "When you outflew the dragon, that was hot as fuck."

Harriet's breath caught in her chest.

He lowered his mouth, capturing her lips in a devastating kiss.

His hand slipped under her sweater and his burn roughened thumb traced over her nipple.

His other hand roughly tugged up the sweater, exposing her bare breasts and peaked rosy nipples.

No no no! That was private!

Harriet shoved back hard against the intrusion in her mind.

To her horror the scene continued unimpeded by her efforts.

"Damn, Potter" Charlie murmured before lowering his hot mouth to her pebbled nipple. Harriet's hands were fisted in his fiery hair as she arched her back, drawing him closer.

Harriet's knees were bleeding again and her scar was on fire. Her head throbbed mercilessly. This time she ignored his proffered hand, using the desk to support her instead as she scrambled to her feet. Her nails bit into her palms and she physically shook with hatred and embarrassment.

Some unknowable emotion sparked behind his dark eyes and a slight upward curve twisted the edge of his lips.

"That was a slight improvement, Potter. It appears you can put in a bit of effort when you are adequately motivated."

Hot tears stung her eyes and she struggled to keep the tremble out of her voice "that was private."

His deep voice was cruel "Not to me."