Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Part23

a little A/N at the start because... this one is a special one!

Co-writer: LittleMissEilidh

her stuff is great, so give it a read - i'm her fan :D!

and on with the story...

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The clock downstairs chimed midnight and the fireworks exploded outside, but Harry and I only noticed the fireworks in the shower. I faintly heard Harry mutter, "happy new year, baby. This year is our year."

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Bleugh! Champagne was disgusting! Why did Rob insist on drinking champagne to celebrate anything and everything?

New Years Day had been pretty uneventful. Except I got drunk on champagne and Harry and I ended up going to bed early again. You know, same old story.

Ah, Harry and I! Sexy time on Hogmany/New Years Day. Hell to the YES! I was free of the cloud that hung over me every second of every day. Now, I could kiss Harry without thinking of Cal's aggressive kiss in the alley. Now I could let Harry's hands roam over my body without thinking of Cal's dirty hands sliding their way over my skin. Now I could move on in my life and be happy for once.

"Baby," Harry moaned, rolling over and wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Potter," I whispered. "I hate champagne."

"Me too," Harry told me.

"Never again. Promise me, you'll kill your dad if he tries to give it to us next year," I told Harry in all seriousness while popping a bit of gum in my mouth and putting some in Harry's mouth too.

This perked Harry up instantly. His eyes flew open and he grinned as he asked: "there's going to be a next year?"

"What? Do you want rid of me or something?" I laughed. "Get over here," I said, smirking as Harry and I kissed.

"Time's it?" murmured Harry. We broke apart and I checked the clock beside me. Our 2nd of January school meal started at two, so I had to start getting ready at about half eleven so that we could get to the school in time.

"Eleven," I told him. "So we've got half an hour before I need to start getting ready."

"What could we fit in, in that space of time?" Harry asked me, his voice husky and sexy.

"Well, we could conserve water and shower together, so we could fit in quite a lot," I told him seductively. Harry roared at me and I threw the covers over our bodies as we giggled our way into bliss.

"Ow, that hurts," I told him, laughing, forty-five minutes later. "Why do you have to take up so much room?"

"Why do you have to have so much hair?" Harry retorted. I elbowed him and shoved him until I was under the showerhead and the water was rinsing the shampoo from my hair.

"At least I don't waste water!" I mumbled my toothbrush in my mouth. "How stupid can you get? Brushing your teeth at the sink. Idiot!"

"Excuse me?" Harry laughed, "what freak brushes their teeth in the shower?"

"This freak," I shouted.

Harry picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He took my toothbrush out my mouth (which I was just gumming on, having finished brushing my teeth already) and threw it out of the shower. Then he pressed his lips against mine and whispered: "and I wouldn't have you any other way, baby!"

"Damn right, you wouldn't," I laughed. We got out the shower and dried ourselves off. I put on my underwear, then I headed into our wardrobe and dried and straightened my hair while Harry brushed his teeth and washed his face again. While I curled my hair, Harry slipped into a pair of loose dark blue denim jeans and then turned to me. I was examining my hair. All of it was in ringlets, except my side fringe, so I looked kind of Taylor-Swift-ish. I picked out one of my curled purple hair extensions and placed it carefully in my hair.