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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 8, 2009 0:18:39 GMT
*Giggles as she takes his arm, his manners reminding her of Colin. Her heart does a little flip as she thinks of the blonde haired wizard she has been sweet on for sometime now. Hopefully they won't run into him, and give him the wrong idea.*
You're too kind.
*Her stomach does a flip as Harry winks at her, her breath taken away by the greeness of his eyes. The pictures she's seen of him in The Daily Prophet don't do him a bit of justice.*
Lead the way.
*She nodded as she peeked up at him, a hand winding around her Gryffindor scarf.*
If you don't mind me asking, what have you been up to these days? I've read things in the Prophet, but somehow I don't believe all the rubbish.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 8, 2009 0:26:05 GMT
"You don't want to believe everything you read," he said, grinning down at her as they walked. Still, he could quite ignore the twinge of pain that ran through his left arm where the Dark Mark was still emblazoned on his skin, bloody and weeping most of the time, but with the black ink of the tattoo still showing through in the shape of a skull and serpent. He forced a smile.
"Anyway," he continued, wanting to move away from that subject. "How's Hogwarts these days, what with Snape in charge?" He spat the older man's name as if it were poisonous. He'd heard enough when he was with the Death Eaters to work out that Snape had never really been on Dumbledore's side. How he'd tricked the great wizard, Harry didn't know. What he did know was that Snape was bad. |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 8, 2009 0:35:39 GMT
*Agrees that one shouldn't always believe what they read, or hear for that matter. If you want the truth go to the source.*
Trust me, I don't. As a matter of fact I can't even bring myself to read the Prophet anymore. I prefer The Quibbler, or Witch Weekly.
My favorites are Qudditch magazines. I simply love Quidditch Through The Ages, I've read it a million times.
*Here she is babbling nervously again, and her cheeks flush once more when she stops herself from going way overboard.*
*She rolls her eyes dramatically, her face pinched up into a grimace. Snape.. His name echoed through her mind. He's the last person she wishes to talk about.*
I wish the Ministry would hurry up and sack him. He's a dreadful Headmaster, the way he creeps around the castle, docking points from every Gryffindor in sight.
On occasion I day dream about running up to him and kicking him square in the shins. I know hexing him would be better, but he's gotta expect that coming, besides the shins are a pretty sensitive spot. I should know, I use to be in gymnastics, and I smashed my own up pretty good on the Balancing Beam.
*Stops babbling again, cursing herself inwardly for doing that whenever she's nervous.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 8, 2009 14:41:38 GMT
Harry sighed. He agreed with her about snape, however, he had a feeling that there was nothing the Ministry could do about it. The Dark Lord was just too strong; his influence was too unwavering. Still, there wasn't any point lingering on that now. "So, are you muggle born, or half blood or what?" he asked, noticing her comment about gymnastics. He hadn't met a pureblood before that was that into muggle sports. Of course, he was used to all that from when he lived with the Dursleys. They'd loved watching the Olympics on tv, and making snide comments about the athletes. It used to ammuse Harry; he'd like to see them try to do any better. |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 8, 2009 20:04:40 GMT
*Looks up at Harry proudly as he asks his question.*
I'm muggle born, came as a complete shock to everyone.
*Giggles as she thinks about the day when her family finally believed that she could do magic. The look on her mother's face is enough to send her into fits of laughter every time she thinks of it.*
It's odd being the only witch. My brother is constantly badgering me to teach him something or another, he just doesn't understand that he will never be able to do what I can.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 8, 2009 23:05:29 GMT
Harry grinned a fondly, listening to her account. "My best friend is a muggle born," he told her, thinking about Hermione. Could he still call her his best friend after everything that had happened? Yes; Hermione's friendship had been unwavering throughout everything, unlike Ron's. He sighed before looking back down at her.
Biting his lip for a moment, he moved his arm, slipping his hand into hers. He glanced down at her, a cheeky grin visible in his green eyes, even underneath the hood. Her skin was so soft and smooth in his hand, a thrill after weeks alone in Grimmauld Place.
They had turned into a side street that lead to the Hogs Head on the road out of Hogsmeade, where it was a lot darker, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across them. Reaching up, Harry pushed his hood back, glancing at her with a cheeky smile. "That's better," he said with a wink. "I don't look quite so much like a cradle snatcher any more..." |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 8, 2009 23:31:44 GMT
*She's a bit surprised to hear that one of his best friends is also muggle born. That shouldn't surprise her though, after everything she's ever heard, or read about The Boy Who Lived. Her head turns up to look at him a cheeky smile on her face, she giggles and replies.*
One of mine is too.
*Livvie's hands get all clammy as Harry grabs a hold of one. This is quite the story she has to tell her friends. She walks along quietly next to him for a moment, contemplating on if she would actually tell anyone that she was walking hand in hand with Harry Freakin' Potter!*
*As they turn onto a side street her eyes wander to the horizon, and she smiles softly, admiring the early evening colors in the sky.
Turning her gaze away from the sky her eyes land on his fully exposed face, and they widen with pleasure. The first thing she notices on him isn't his lightning bolt scar of legend, but the way his brilliant green eyes sparkle behind his glasses. Her cheeks grow warm, and she bites her bottom lip.*
Definitely not.
*She gives his hand a soft squeeze, and drops her eyes to her feet.*
It's your eyes that make you look sweet. You've very kind eyes.
*She admits, peeking up at him from under her lashes.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 8, 2009 23:45:43 GMT
Harry laughed, pausing in his way to grin down at her. "You're blushing," he commented, lifting a hand to linger on her cheek for a moment. So his eyes were "sweet"? He'd never heard that one before. He remember Ginny once said they were the colour of freshly pickled frogs.... but never sweet. He licked his lips, stepping a little closer to her. "Perhaps that's all part of my wicked plan," he said softly. "Reel you in with my "sweet" eyes before having my wicked way with you..." He quirked his eyebrow, a cheeky grin playing across his lips. |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 8, 2009 23:53:55 GMT
*If he thought she was blushing what is doing now that his hand is tracing across her cheek? Her knees grow wobbly, but she manages to keep herself standing.*
Stop it!
*She squeals, swatting him playfully. Livvie knows better than to think he's serious, still unable to help thinking that it wouldn't be such a bad thing.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 9, 2009 0:07:25 GMT
Harry grinned, ducking slightly as she swatted at him. He had noticed her wobble slightly and felt the pride trickle through him at the sight; he made her feel weak, and he hadn't even done anything...yet. Licking his lips again, he stepped even closer, still smirking down at him. "Oh," he said, pretending to pout. "I thought you might be enjoying this, but if you want me to stop..." He let his hand fall from her cheek, trailing down her arm as it went. "I'm sorry," he grinned, that cheeky tone back in his voice. "You're just so... tempting." That was definintely one word for it. She was young, giggly, trouble free... exactly what Harry wished she could be. Still, she was very pretty, and she didn't seem to have any objections to him holding her hand, slowly advancing on her in a dark side street. |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 9, 2009 1:21:18 GMT
*Holding herself up with sheer will, she stand there in front of him with an expression that of a young school girl, wide eyed, and giddy with excitement. She can only manage a small nod, suggesting that she is enjoying herself.*
*When he calls her tempting she nearly faints away right there on the spot. Harry Potter called her tempting, HOLY MERLIN!!! Now she knows she looks like a star struck fan, but at this point and time she really isn't too concerned with that. Her major concern is where her voice had gotten off to. She clears her throat, and squeaks out.*
Thanks...
*A shaky hand reaches for her hair, fingers curling around a snow white strand.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 9, 2009 1:29:51 GMT
Harry couldn't help but laugh at the expression on her face. She looked somewhere near terrified and disbelief. When she reached up to her hair, he followed her movement, his fingers touching hers as he tucked the strand behind her ear. "So..." he said, licking his lips, his green eyes trained on her. "Please tell me if you think I'm being too forward..." he said with a little smile. He hoped she didn't say anything... He was rather enjoying himself. She was so innocent and umcomplicated; heaven to be with. Just chatting t her had helped lift some of the weight he'd been carrying on his shoulders for months. |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 9, 2009 1:40:17 GMT
*There is no way she can answer him as she is completely lost in his green eyes. Her fingers tingling a bit where his touched. Feeling completely possessed, Livvie steps in closer, closing the gap between them, and continues to be dazzled by him.*
*Coming to her senses she blinks hard one time, and turns to look to see if anyone had been watching them, suddenly she's feeling very self conscious. She's completely lost all sense of time, and takes notice that the sky has grown much darker.*
Oh no!
*Turns to look back the way they came, knowing that she should probably get back to the castle, but isn't willing to leave just yet. Conflicted she looks to Harry, and the castle, looming off in the distance, in turn.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 9, 2009 1:59:32 GMT
Harry broke her gaze for a moment, looking around. It was a lot darker now, however, he doubted much time had gone by. Night fell ever so quickly here. He'd always thought that when he was at the castle. Still, he didn't want to get her into trouble. If she was late back, she's be questioned as to where she was and who she was with, and that wasn't good for either of them.
He took a deep breath, resting his hand on her cheek. "You wouldn't leave without giving me a kiss, would you?" he asked quietly. "I think I might go mad if I can't taste those beautiful, rosebud lips of yours..." |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 9, 2009 21:41:29 GMT
*The skin on his hand is so soft that she leans her cheek against it, enjoying the warmth. Without really realizing she is doing it she nods her head.*
Mmhmm...
*Her hands reach up and grab handfuls of his cloak, pulling him to her.*
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