Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Slither Hither ❯ Turn Your Anger Into Lust ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: jessica_x 
...in which a trip into Hogsmeade gets interesting when Cho and Harry investigate the Shrieking Shack...
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.24.2004 | Updated On: 06.25.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 30.3K | Status: Completed
...in which a trip into Hogsmeade gets interesting when Cho and Harry investigate the Shrieking Shack...
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.24.2004 | Updated On: 06.25.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 30.3K | Status: Completed
Slither Hither
by Jessica X
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LEGAL NOTICE: Potter of the Harry variety does not belong to me. If he did, I probably would not be writing fanfictions. However, this fanfiction IS my own work, and is ©2004.
SUMMARY: After a brief altercation in the hall, Harry Potter is under the distinct impression that Pansy Parkinson is out for his blood. But for some reason, Cho Chang is taking her side...
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Loads of spoilers. A lemony-fresh X (NC-17) rating. Also, I made up Pansy's eye colour. One bio I read online says she has brown eyes, but oh, well.
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~*~ Chapter One: Turn Your Anger Into Lust
"Hey, Granger!"
Harry Potter turned to see Draco Malfoy's pointed face sneering in their general direction. His jaw instantly set, and his blood ran warmer.
"Granger! Oi, Mudblood scum!"
Harry felt a swell of pride; Hermione was not deigning to turn, or give any hint she'd heard him at all.
"Sod off, Malfoy," Ron spat from Harry's other side.
"Do turn around so we don't have to stare at your tumbleweed-" Pansy Parkinson dramatically put a hand over her mouth. "-er, I mean, 'hair'."
The other Slytherins laughed. Harry stepped forward, and it was only then that Hermione reacted.
"Don't give them the satisfaction," she muttered, grasping his arm.
"Aww, look at the pair of them," Malfoy said, grinning malevolently. "Scarhead and his Mudblood mistress!"
Hermione immediately let go, and his hand gravitated to his wand without him telling it to.
"Ooh, gonna get me, Potter?" Malfoy asked, mock fear flashing across his features as he drew his own. "Gonna blow me up, like you did your Muggle aunt? If you even remember the spell, that is... better ask your tumbleweed girlfriend."
To Harry's surprise, Pansy Parkinson leapt in front of Malfoy, her own wand raised. Apparently, Malfoy had not been expecting this, either.
"Wh-what are you doing, Pansy?"
"Let me at him," she growled, her turquoise eyes narrowed and teeth bared.
"By all means," he replied, shrugging at Crabbe and Goyle, who shrugged back, of course.
"I've just learned a new hex," she said, looking down her pug nose at Harry. "I've been waiting for the perfect testing dummy. And here it is!"
As she raised her wand overhead, a hand clasped on it.
"WHO DARES-"
"I dare," Professor Snape sneered.
"Oh, shit."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Professor," she said innocently.
"Five points from Gryffindor," he said in a low voice, then, with no small amount of disgust, "and ten from Slytherin."
"WHAT?!" Draco, Harry, Crabbe, Hermione, Goyle, Ron, Pansy, and all the other students gathered around shouted in unison.
"Hold your tongues if you'd like to avoid detentions." He released Pansy's arm, who rubbed it ruefully. "Now, inside."
As they filed into the Potions classroom, Harry saw Pansy glaring at him as she had never done before. Was it just his imagination, or did she look as if she wanted to kill?
~*~
"That's so weird," Cho Chang said, shaking her head.
"I mean, the Slytherins have never much cared for me," Harry said thoughtfully as they walked down High Street. "This just... it was like she really wanted my head on a pike. You know, like I'd done something to personally insult her or something."
"Maybe you had."
"Come off it, I barely know her. She teases Hermione often enough, but I've never really had words with her at all."
"Well, maybe you did something to insult Draco. They are going out, aren't they?"
"Yeah, I suppose that could be it..." He rubbed his chin. "You're probably right. I mean, I did just get Malfoy Senior shut up in Azkaban last year... that's probably it."
Cho frowned. "Poor Draco, losing his father."
"Poor Draco?!" Harry looked at her skeptically. "His daddy and his Death Eater chums tried to kill me! Hell, they tried to kill Luna, too, and she's in your house! His dad's boss killed Cedric! I figured you'd side with me!"
"Well... just try seeing it from her point of view, though," Cho said slowly. "Her boyfriend has just lost his father, and you're the one that caused it. She probably thinks you did it out of spite."
"I guess." He sighed and sat down on the steps in front of Zonko's Joke Shop. "As if the Slytherins could care less what my motives for anything are. I'm just that ruddy Boy Who Lived to them."
"Why do you keep talking about the Slytherins? I thought we were talking about Pansy and Draco."
"What's the difference? What Malfoy says goes in that house."
"How do you know?"
Harry gaped at her. "What's with the devil's advocate routine? A person would almost think you were abandoning Ravenclaw."
Cho looked affronted. "I'm just saying that... well, you're not really considering her feelings!"
"HER feelings?! She was about to hex me!"
"And maybe she had good reason!"
To his bewilderment, Cho looked quite angry. Her long, raven hair almost seemed to be standing on end, and her almond-shaped eyes were flashing dangerously.
"What's got into you, Cho? Are you and Pansy mates or something?"
"Well... no!"
Harry rumpled his already-unruly black hair. "Then I don't understand... you're acting as if her trying to attack me and wanting me snuffed is something I should be apologizing for!"
Cho seemed to digest this information slowly; her breathing eased, and her muscles stopped tensing.
"Sorry... you just... you can be so insensitive sometimes!"
"Look, I'm sorry if I'm not going out of my way to understand Pansy Parkinson, but I'm sure the feeling's mutual. The Slytherins and Gryffindors have never gotten along, not since the dawn of time, it's just... one of those things."
"I suppose you're right," she said, sighing. "Sorry I got all huffy."
Their walk eventually took them to the Shrieking Shack. As they stood outside, Cho took out a butterbeer bottle, though Harry noticed the liquid inside was much darker.
"What the hell is that stuff?" he said as she took a swig.
"It's my medicine," she said, making a face. "Something bit me... after Quidditch practice, and Madam Pomfrey gave me this stuff. It's right nasty."
"Couldn't she have just healed you straight away?"
"She said I got bit by something weird. This is for the poison."
Harry nodded, then leaned against the fence.
"Say, you wanna go in there?"
"What?" he said, blinking. "In the Shrieking Shack?"
"Yeah, I bet it'd be great fun." She was grinning, staring fixedly at the derelict structure.
"But... it's haunted." Of course, he knew this to be a lie - he'd been inside it, and hadn't spotted a single ghost. He also knew the story behind the screams and howls inside, and that the fact of the matter was that it was nothing more than a musty old mansion. But Cho didn't know that, and it seemed strange that she would want to do something so risky.
"Isn't that wicked? C'mon, let's explore."
Before he could say anything else, Cho had vaulted over the fence and was sprinting toward the Shack. He hesitated, then followed suit.
When he caught up with her, she had already cast Alohamora and entered. He looked around.
"Well, that was fun! Let's go, it's-"
"Not just yet." She crept toward the stairs. "I want to have a good look around, I've never been in here."
They made their way up the dreary stairs and down the hall. Harry passed the door where Sirius had dragged Ron inside - and felt a pang of dispair. If only he could walk inside and find Ron there with his leg bleeding, pointing at Sirius, who was glaring coldly and holding Ron's wand...
"What's up with you?"
Harry looked around, and realized he'd stopped to stare into the room. "Oh, nothing."
"You've been here before, haven't you?"
"How- n-no, of course not-"
"Don't lie," she said, looking a bit annoyed. "What happened?"
"It's... I haven't been here before."
"Don't lie!"
He sighed. "Alright..."
They walked into the room. He noticed the bedsheets still had bloodstains from Ron's leg wound, and black doghairs and orange cathairs were littered all over. A few of the wall panels were marked by spell blasts, and one of them was cracked in two from where Snape had been blown back.
"A dog once dragged Ron in here," he began, sitting down heavily on the bed. "Through the secret passageway under the Whomping Willow. When Hermione and I chased them in here, I found out the dog was an Animagus. Sirius Black. My godfather."
She gasped. "Your WHAT?!"
"It doesn't really matter now," he sighed. "He's gone. The Death Eaters offed him in battle."
"You knew that criminal?"
"He was no criminal!" He vaguely realized he was shouting. "Peter Pettigrew killed all those Muggles and faked his own death! He was my parents' Secret-Keeper, and he betrayed them! Sirius was framed!"
Cho looked at him in triumph. "You've been associating with a known felon. That's enough to get you expelled. I'm going to Dumbledore with this."
As appalled as he was with how Cho was behaving, he stood his ground. "Dumbledore knows. He's one of the few people that believed in Sirius. Peter Pettigrew is still very much alive, and working with Voldemort. And it doesn't really matter now, anyway, as Sirius won't be doing much murdering anymore."
Cho shuddered, but kept on. "I can't believe you, famous Harry Potter, hang out with Azkaban escapees and act like it's nothing spectacular."
"Wait, wait... 'famous' Harry Potter?" He eyed her suspiciously. "What's going on with you, Cho? Why are you acting like you've been meaning to trap me on something for years?"
It was now that she faultered. She looked around, shifting uneasily. "I haven't been. But I didn't think you'd been helping prisoners escape!"
"What? I didn't HELP him escape, he did that on his own power."
She sat down on the bed. "It's just... so weird. Sirius Black was right in this room..."
"I know. How do you think I felt when I found out he was my godfather, and that he was innocent? It did quite the number on my brain."
"I should at least tell a teacher-"
"They all know. Even Snape."
She looked up sharply. "What?!"
"They all know Sirius was my godfather, that he was innocent, and that he's fallen through the Veil."
Her eyebrows knitted. "What veil?"
"There's this freaky veil in the Department of Mysteries... you know, in the Ministry. It's like, the gateway of death. Sirius was blasted through it by a Death Eater... Bellatrix Lestrange."
"That's right... she escaped Azkaban, too... but I thought she wanted to join with Black..."
"Of course she didn't, she wanted to go back to Voldemort."
Again, she flinched.
"Look, let's quit discussing depressing crap like that. I... I don't want to talk about Sirius anymore."
"Because he was your godfather."
"Because he was my friend." He looked away, forcing himself to breathe evenly. "They ended his life, and I'd barely got a chance to know him. He was on the run from the Aurors, and I rarely ever got to have a conversation with him longer than a few minutes. And now I never will."
"I guess... that Pansy is wrong about you."
"Huh?"
"I said I guess she's wrong." It sounded like what she was saying was almost painful to her. "She hates you for sending Draco's father to Azkaban, but... your godfather died in the same battle. Draco's... lucky."
"Cho?"
"You're right, this place is horrid. Let's... let's get out of here."
"Wait, Cho-"
"It's probably getting late, we really ought to-"
He grabbed her arm as she strode across the room.
"C'mon, something's bothering you. What is it?"
She strained against him, her face starting to tighten. "Let go of my arm."
"But what are you-?"
"I said, let go!" Her glare was one he'd never seen from her before.
"But I want to know what's the matter, I want to help!"
"You don't want to help, you just want to know!"
He gaped. "What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"You just want to stick your ruddy nose into everyone's business! Harry Potter has to know everything that's going on, Harry Potter can't feel left out! You couldn't give an aardvark's arse what my problems are, but you have to know, anyway! You cold, unfeeling-"
"I don't know what you're on about!" He could feel his temper rising to match hers. "I asked because I'm concerned - you've never acted this irrational before! If there's something wrong and I can help, then I want to know!"
Her teeth were bared, her nostrils flaring, and she was positively snarling. A few moments passed with both of them heaving in anger, Harry's hand still grasped around her wrist. Then her eyes began to shine, and she was quaking.
"Harry Potter, I- I-"
"You what?!" he spat.
"I HATE YOU!!!"
But she kissed him. Despite what she'd just said, she flung her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. He felt her tongue worming its way between his lips, and hesitantly allowed them to part and welcome it inside, his own wrapping around hers. He felt her hands grasping desperately at his back, her nails stabbing him through his shirt, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His mind was so fogged, so confused, and the rage was still pounding in his ears, but it seemed to be fueling the mad passion, the heat that came from every violent advance she was making. It was only when he felt her pelvis grinding against his that he broke their vicious kiss.
"Wait, this- this isn't right, we-"
"You bastard, I hate you, you make me sick, I-"
"Cho, why are you crying?"
The tears were flowing freely from her eyes, but her face was screwed up with rage rather than despair. "SHUT UP, you- you stupid-"
And again they embraced, eating hungrily at each other's mouths. Harry was almost reacting mechanically, except he knew that he wanted it - NEEDED it. This time, his hands went up the back of her jumper, and he felt her warm skin under his fingertips. When they reached the strap of her bra, they both jumped at the same time.
"You- you-" she stammered heatedly.
Harry gaped for a moment. "YOU!!!"
Her aquamarine eyes still shining with tears and a puzzled expression, she felt the ends of her hair, held the other to her nose, and her eyes widened.
"Shit," Pansy Parkinson breathed.
~*~ To Be Continued...
by Jessica X
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LEGAL NOTICE: Potter of the Harry variety does not belong to me. If he did, I probably would not be writing fanfictions. However, this fanfiction IS my own work, and is ©2004.
SUMMARY: After a brief altercation in the hall, Harry Potter is under the distinct impression that Pansy Parkinson is out for his blood. But for some reason, Cho Chang is taking her side...
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Loads of spoilers. A lemony-fresh X (NC-17) rating. Also, I made up Pansy's eye colour. One bio I read online says she has brown eyes, but oh, well.
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~*~ Chapter One: Turn Your Anger Into Lust
"Hey, Granger!"
Harry Potter turned to see Draco Malfoy's pointed face sneering in their general direction. His jaw instantly set, and his blood ran warmer.
"Granger! Oi, Mudblood scum!"
Harry felt a swell of pride; Hermione was not deigning to turn, or give any hint she'd heard him at all.
"Sod off, Malfoy," Ron spat from Harry's other side.
"Do turn around so we don't have to stare at your tumbleweed-" Pansy Parkinson dramatically put a hand over her mouth. "-er, I mean, 'hair'."
The other Slytherins laughed. Harry stepped forward, and it was only then that Hermione reacted.
"Don't give them the satisfaction," she muttered, grasping his arm.
"Aww, look at the pair of them," Malfoy said, grinning malevolently. "Scarhead and his Mudblood mistress!"
Hermione immediately let go, and his hand gravitated to his wand without him telling it to.
"Ooh, gonna get me, Potter?" Malfoy asked, mock fear flashing across his features as he drew his own. "Gonna blow me up, like you did your Muggle aunt? If you even remember the spell, that is... better ask your tumbleweed girlfriend."
To Harry's surprise, Pansy Parkinson leapt in front of Malfoy, her own wand raised. Apparently, Malfoy had not been expecting this, either.
"Wh-what are you doing, Pansy?"
"Let me at him," she growled, her turquoise eyes narrowed and teeth bared.
"By all means," he replied, shrugging at Crabbe and Goyle, who shrugged back, of course.
"I've just learned a new hex," she said, looking down her pug nose at Harry. "I've been waiting for the perfect testing dummy. And here it is!"
As she raised her wand overhead, a hand clasped on it.
"WHO DARES-"
"I dare," Professor Snape sneered.
"Oh, shit."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Professor," she said innocently.
"Five points from Gryffindor," he said in a low voice, then, with no small amount of disgust, "and ten from Slytherin."
"WHAT?!" Draco, Harry, Crabbe, Hermione, Goyle, Ron, Pansy, and all the other students gathered around shouted in unison.
"Hold your tongues if you'd like to avoid detentions." He released Pansy's arm, who rubbed it ruefully. "Now, inside."
As they filed into the Potions classroom, Harry saw Pansy glaring at him as she had never done before. Was it just his imagination, or did she look as if she wanted to kill?
~*~
"That's so weird," Cho Chang said, shaking her head.
"I mean, the Slytherins have never much cared for me," Harry said thoughtfully as they walked down High Street. "This just... it was like she really wanted my head on a pike. You know, like I'd done something to personally insult her or something."
"Maybe you had."
"Come off it, I barely know her. She teases Hermione often enough, but I've never really had words with her at all."
"Well, maybe you did something to insult Draco. They are going out, aren't they?"
"Yeah, I suppose that could be it..." He rubbed his chin. "You're probably right. I mean, I did just get Malfoy Senior shut up in Azkaban last year... that's probably it."
Cho frowned. "Poor Draco, losing his father."
"Poor Draco?!" Harry looked at her skeptically. "His daddy and his Death Eater chums tried to kill me! Hell, they tried to kill Luna, too, and she's in your house! His dad's boss killed Cedric! I figured you'd side with me!"
"Well... just try seeing it from her point of view, though," Cho said slowly. "Her boyfriend has just lost his father, and you're the one that caused it. She probably thinks you did it out of spite."
"I guess." He sighed and sat down on the steps in front of Zonko's Joke Shop. "As if the Slytherins could care less what my motives for anything are. I'm just that ruddy Boy Who Lived to them."
"Why do you keep talking about the Slytherins? I thought we were talking about Pansy and Draco."
"What's the difference? What Malfoy says goes in that house."
"How do you know?"
Harry gaped at her. "What's with the devil's advocate routine? A person would almost think you were abandoning Ravenclaw."
Cho looked affronted. "I'm just saying that... well, you're not really considering her feelings!"
"HER feelings?! She was about to hex me!"
"And maybe she had good reason!"
To his bewilderment, Cho looked quite angry. Her long, raven hair almost seemed to be standing on end, and her almond-shaped eyes were flashing dangerously.
"What's got into you, Cho? Are you and Pansy mates or something?"
"Well... no!"
Harry rumpled his already-unruly black hair. "Then I don't understand... you're acting as if her trying to attack me and wanting me snuffed is something I should be apologizing for!"
Cho seemed to digest this information slowly; her breathing eased, and her muscles stopped tensing.
"Sorry... you just... you can be so insensitive sometimes!"
"Look, I'm sorry if I'm not going out of my way to understand Pansy Parkinson, but I'm sure the feeling's mutual. The Slytherins and Gryffindors have never gotten along, not since the dawn of time, it's just... one of those things."
"I suppose you're right," she said, sighing. "Sorry I got all huffy."
Their walk eventually took them to the Shrieking Shack. As they stood outside, Cho took out a butterbeer bottle, though Harry noticed the liquid inside was much darker.
"What the hell is that stuff?" he said as she took a swig.
"It's my medicine," she said, making a face. "Something bit me... after Quidditch practice, and Madam Pomfrey gave me this stuff. It's right nasty."
"Couldn't she have just healed you straight away?"
"She said I got bit by something weird. This is for the poison."
Harry nodded, then leaned against the fence.
"Say, you wanna go in there?"
"What?" he said, blinking. "In the Shrieking Shack?"
"Yeah, I bet it'd be great fun." She was grinning, staring fixedly at the derelict structure.
"But... it's haunted." Of course, he knew this to be a lie - he'd been inside it, and hadn't spotted a single ghost. He also knew the story behind the screams and howls inside, and that the fact of the matter was that it was nothing more than a musty old mansion. But Cho didn't know that, and it seemed strange that she would want to do something so risky.
"Isn't that wicked? C'mon, let's explore."
Before he could say anything else, Cho had vaulted over the fence and was sprinting toward the Shack. He hesitated, then followed suit.
When he caught up with her, she had already cast Alohamora and entered. He looked around.
"Well, that was fun! Let's go, it's-"
"Not just yet." She crept toward the stairs. "I want to have a good look around, I've never been in here."
They made their way up the dreary stairs and down the hall. Harry passed the door where Sirius had dragged Ron inside - and felt a pang of dispair. If only he could walk inside and find Ron there with his leg bleeding, pointing at Sirius, who was glaring coldly and holding Ron's wand...
"What's up with you?"
Harry looked around, and realized he'd stopped to stare into the room. "Oh, nothing."
"You've been here before, haven't you?"
"How- n-no, of course not-"
"Don't lie," she said, looking a bit annoyed. "What happened?"
"It's... I haven't been here before."
"Don't lie!"
He sighed. "Alright..."
They walked into the room. He noticed the bedsheets still had bloodstains from Ron's leg wound, and black doghairs and orange cathairs were littered all over. A few of the wall panels were marked by spell blasts, and one of them was cracked in two from where Snape had been blown back.
"A dog once dragged Ron in here," he began, sitting down heavily on the bed. "Through the secret passageway under the Whomping Willow. When Hermione and I chased them in here, I found out the dog was an Animagus. Sirius Black. My godfather."
She gasped. "Your WHAT?!"
"It doesn't really matter now," he sighed. "He's gone. The Death Eaters offed him in battle."
"You knew that criminal?"
"He was no criminal!" He vaguely realized he was shouting. "Peter Pettigrew killed all those Muggles and faked his own death! He was my parents' Secret-Keeper, and he betrayed them! Sirius was framed!"
Cho looked at him in triumph. "You've been associating with a known felon. That's enough to get you expelled. I'm going to Dumbledore with this."
As appalled as he was with how Cho was behaving, he stood his ground. "Dumbledore knows. He's one of the few people that believed in Sirius. Peter Pettigrew is still very much alive, and working with Voldemort. And it doesn't really matter now, anyway, as Sirius won't be doing much murdering anymore."
Cho shuddered, but kept on. "I can't believe you, famous Harry Potter, hang out with Azkaban escapees and act like it's nothing spectacular."
"Wait, wait... 'famous' Harry Potter?" He eyed her suspiciously. "What's going on with you, Cho? Why are you acting like you've been meaning to trap me on something for years?"
It was now that she faultered. She looked around, shifting uneasily. "I haven't been. But I didn't think you'd been helping prisoners escape!"
"What? I didn't HELP him escape, he did that on his own power."
She sat down on the bed. "It's just... so weird. Sirius Black was right in this room..."
"I know. How do you think I felt when I found out he was my godfather, and that he was innocent? It did quite the number on my brain."
"I should at least tell a teacher-"
"They all know. Even Snape."
She looked up sharply. "What?!"
"They all know Sirius was my godfather, that he was innocent, and that he's fallen through the Veil."
Her eyebrows knitted. "What veil?"
"There's this freaky veil in the Department of Mysteries... you know, in the Ministry. It's like, the gateway of death. Sirius was blasted through it by a Death Eater... Bellatrix Lestrange."
"That's right... she escaped Azkaban, too... but I thought she wanted to join with Black..."
"Of course she didn't, she wanted to go back to Voldemort."
Again, she flinched.
"Look, let's quit discussing depressing crap like that. I... I don't want to talk about Sirius anymore."
"Because he was your godfather."
"Because he was my friend." He looked away, forcing himself to breathe evenly. "They ended his life, and I'd barely got a chance to know him. He was on the run from the Aurors, and I rarely ever got to have a conversation with him longer than a few minutes. And now I never will."
"I guess... that Pansy is wrong about you."
"Huh?"
"I said I guess she's wrong." It sounded like what she was saying was almost painful to her. "She hates you for sending Draco's father to Azkaban, but... your godfather died in the same battle. Draco's... lucky."
"Cho?"
"You're right, this place is horrid. Let's... let's get out of here."
"Wait, Cho-"
"It's probably getting late, we really ought to-"
He grabbed her arm as she strode across the room.
"C'mon, something's bothering you. What is it?"
She strained against him, her face starting to tighten. "Let go of my arm."
"But what are you-?"
"I said, let go!" Her glare was one he'd never seen from her before.
"But I want to know what's the matter, I want to help!"
"You don't want to help, you just want to know!"
He gaped. "What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"You just want to stick your ruddy nose into everyone's business! Harry Potter has to know everything that's going on, Harry Potter can't feel left out! You couldn't give an aardvark's arse what my problems are, but you have to know, anyway! You cold, unfeeling-"
"I don't know what you're on about!" He could feel his temper rising to match hers. "I asked because I'm concerned - you've never acted this irrational before! If there's something wrong and I can help, then I want to know!"
Her teeth were bared, her nostrils flaring, and she was positively snarling. A few moments passed with both of them heaving in anger, Harry's hand still grasped around her wrist. Then her eyes began to shine, and she was quaking.
"Harry Potter, I- I-"
"You what?!" he spat.
"I HATE YOU!!!"
But she kissed him. Despite what she'd just said, she flung her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. He felt her tongue worming its way between his lips, and hesitantly allowed them to part and welcome it inside, his own wrapping around hers. He felt her hands grasping desperately at his back, her nails stabbing him through his shirt, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His mind was so fogged, so confused, and the rage was still pounding in his ears, but it seemed to be fueling the mad passion, the heat that came from every violent advance she was making. It was only when he felt her pelvis grinding against his that he broke their vicious kiss.
"Wait, this- this isn't right, we-"
"You bastard, I hate you, you make me sick, I-"
"Cho, why are you crying?"
The tears were flowing freely from her eyes, but her face was screwed up with rage rather than despair. "SHUT UP, you- you stupid-"
And again they embraced, eating hungrily at each other's mouths. Harry was almost reacting mechanically, except he knew that he wanted it - NEEDED it. This time, his hands went up the back of her jumper, and he felt her warm skin under his fingertips. When they reached the strap of her bra, they both jumped at the same time.
"You- you-" she stammered heatedly.
Harry gaped for a moment. "YOU!!!"
Her aquamarine eyes still shining with tears and a puzzled expression, she felt the ends of her hair, held the other to her nose, and her eyes widened.
"Shit," Pansy Parkinson breathed.
~*~ To Be Continued...