Finding My Way - A Harry Potter/ One Direction Fan Fiction (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7

Harry Style's POV

"Harry, I'm sorry.  I can't go to the ball with you, Louis had already asked me and I said...yes.  Really Harry, I'm sorry."  Ginny's  eyes wouldn't meet mine.  I absent minded grabbed her hand as I asked her to the ball, but I dropped it and fought tears from falling from my face.

"Harry, I would have went with you, but..." I didn't let her continue, I walked away as a single tear trickled down my face.  She couldn't see me like this.  She just couldn't.

Later on, I asked Hermione the ball.  We had a great time, but I stopped dead in my tracks on the dance floor when I saw Louis and Ginny snogging, passionately.  I dropped to my knees. No. This couldn't be happening.  I jerked up immediately, waking up from my slumber.

"Bloody hell," I muttered while wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.

It was early, everyone else in the room where still asleep.  No light was creeping through the windows yet.  I let out a long sigh.  Harry from in the bunk across from mine was tossing back and forth.  He let out a few grunts and murmurs, indistinguishable words.  Strange.  I wondered what was haunting him in his dreams.

I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep.

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Jonah's POV

After putting up with Malfoy's rant about shotty food from the Beginning of Year Feast without blasting his head off of his shoulders, I went with Zayn to our room and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Zayn decided to wake me up by pouring a glass of freezing water all over my face. That douche.

I leaped out of my bed and tackled him.  We grappled a little bit there, much like muggles.  After I punched him several times in the stomach, he put his hands up in surrender.  I jumped off of him and walked back to my bed and got dressed.

"Aye mate, I know not to do that again," Zayn shook his head.

I grinned, "You're just lucky I didn't have my wand, I could've done a lot more damage."

I pulled on my shirt and tie and walked to the common room where Professor Snape and a couple of prefects were handing out schedules.

"Mister Grey, your schedule," Snape held a slip of white paper to me.

"Thank you, sir," I said politely.

Zayn bounded out with his hands in his hair, they were literally stuck in his air... oh right...

"What is this, Jonah?" he said impatiently.

I couldn't hide my smirk, "How would I know, Zayn?"

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!" he started kicking at my shins.  Zayn whispered, "I know it was you."

Professor Snape rolled his eyes and walked over to Zayn and I, "What is the meaning of this," he gestured to Zayn attempting to tug his hands out of his hair. 

"Zayn appears to have his hands stuck in his hair, perhaps someone jinxed him," I said calmly.

"And who exactly do you believe did this?" Snape looked annoyed.

"Malfoy," Zayn and I said in unison.

"I will get to the bottom of this," Snape waved his wand and Zayn lowered his hands from his head.

"Thank you, sir," we said in unison again.

Snape began to walk away, "Oh, Mr. Malik," he turned around, "here is your schedule, don't be late to your first class."

We watched him exit the common room.  I looked down to the white slip in my hand.  

"Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Potions for today,"  I read off.

"Same, but I have Divination instead of Potions," he looked up from his slip.

"Looks like we have Transfiguration with the Gryffindors," I said with a broad smile.

Zayn had a smug look on his face, "Oh you're just excited for... her."

"No," I was starting to get defensive.

Zayn flicked my ear, "Yes."

I punched him in the gut only causing him to laugh.

"You know it's true, Jonah."

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May's POV

It was a rough night.  Dreams of my past summer were haunting me and preventing me from getting any sleep at all.  I keep on trying to escape it, but it won't leave me.  It's stuck.  

My mother had died last summer, right in front of the eyes of my family, even my seven year old brother.  The poor kid was already scarred for life with the memory of that.

I don't want to get in the details of how it happened, but I'l tell you now, it's dark... really dark.  It hurts to think about it.

When I woke up early in the morning, I went to the Hufflepuff common room and just sat there, staring at the fire that was burning out.  Justin bounded out a few minutes after I had arrived.  He looked confused.

"What are you doing here, May?"  he sat on the couch across from mine.

"No, reason," I didn't meet his gaze.

He went over to where I was sitting and plopped down right next to me.  "May, come on.  I thought you trusted me..."

I laid my head on his chest, "Of course I do.  I always have trusted you."

He placed his arm around me and looked into my eyes.  Justin's eyes were a gorgeous brown, "Then what is it?"

Tears fell down my face, "My mum was murdered.  Murdered, Justin.  Just a year ago."

He wiped my cheek gently with his sleeve, "I'm so sorry."

"I am too," I buried myself into his chest.

"May, I have to tell you something."  He said after just laying there on the couch with each other for a little bit.

"What?" I sat up.

He turned to me, our faces inches apart, "May, I-"

I interrupted him by crashing my lips against his.  He didn't kiss back at first, but he relaxed and allowed his instincts to take over.  For about a minute, we just snogged there.  My hands slid under his shirt, allowing me to feel his smooth skin with my fingertips.  He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer.

Justin pulled apart first, "May, what was that for?"

I shrugged, I didn't even know, I just... did it without thinking at all.  I have to say, I kind of liked it.  His soft lips moving with mine...

It was just in the spur of the moment, but... I didn't regret it one bit.

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