The Three Keys

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER AND THE SCOOBY GANG OR DRACO…

A/N: SPECIAL NOTE - For those of you who may be offended, there are scenes of a sexual nature in this chapter. If you are uncomfortable with explicit content, please skip and move to the next. Thanks.

OK Folks, first real LEMON ALERT for the story…Lucius and Narcissa were just a tease…


All right now, (taking deep breath) I’m gearing up, as I KNOW there are going to be a few of you who, despite how fun this chapter is, are going to be upset with Laurel and her actions…PLEASE bear in mind, there is a REASON for the way she is acting…
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CH: 25 - SO MUCH EMOTION

Previously:

Laurel sighed and walked back to Harry and he gave a lop-sided grin. “How’s he doing?” gesturing his head toward Malfoy.

“My mom says he’ll be all right. He just needs to rest. - Red, how you feeling now?” Laurel asked.

“Much better actually.”

“Good, I’m taking Harry to get these cuts cleaned up, we’ll be back in a few.” Laurel smiled at him and turned with Harry pulling him out to the hallway, still holding onto his arm as they walked toward the bathroom.

As she glanced at him, he turned to her, his gaze deep and heated. She was surprised and sucked in her breath just a bit. Once again, Laurel realized she was nervous to be alone with Harry…

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Harry tore his gaze from Laurel with great effort. He was battling between feeling elated that he was here with her, for being so very glad that she was a witch and most importantly that he would see her again after tonight. Yet he was torn because despite knowing that Draco saved his life, and despite the fact that he knew Draco liked her and had warned him to stay away, Harry wanted Laurel.

The knowledge of it sat like a giant weight in the pit of his stomach.

Harry sighed deeply, he was stubborn by nature and despite his best efforts he usually didn’t get what he wanted. But this time…this time he thought he might just try to get what he wanted, even though the odds were against him. And right now what he wanted was Laurel…Malfoy or not.

Feeling a little more secure over his turbulent emotions, Harry was distracted by the amazing house he was in and took a moment to look around. The place was beautiful, more grand a house than Harry had ever seen. Ornate filigree in gold leaf surrounded the walls and baseboards of the central hall and on the high ceilings thick white molding surrounded the entire room. The floors were polished marble with veins of rich burgundy running through them, and they gleamed and winked at the reflection of the many sconces and massive crystal chandelier that dominated the entryway and central hall.

“Your house is amazing.” Harry said sheepishly as Laurel led him into the biggest bathroom he had ever seen (except, of course the ones at Hogwarts.)

Laurel shrugged, “It’s not our house actually, it’s the American Embassy.” She cleared her throat at seeing Harry’s confused expression. “My father is the US Ambassador to the UK.”

Harry nodded, “Ah, right.” He had been away from the muggle world too long and actually had no idea what that was, but it sounded important.

She grinned, guessing what he was thinking, but went on anyway. “Personally, I think it’s a bit pretentious myself, but my dad says it’s all part of the job.” She looked wistful for a moment. “Now our old house was beautiful…” she sighed.

“Where did you live before London?” he inquired, as he looked around the bathroom. Obviously she was American, but he didn’t know much more than that and he really wanted to…very much.

She shook her head, “California, but that’s a long story for another time.” Her voice had a finality to it.

Harry smiled, “All right then, when you want to talk about it…” She smiled and nodded.

Harry turned back to take in the room. It was ornate and expensive looking to say the least. To the far wall was a door that lead to the loo, (in case Harry needed to use it, Laurel told him.) and on that wall was a huge painting of a towering magnolia tree in full bloom in a grassy field with a thick, heavy oak frame surrounding it. This captured and held Harry’s attention.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Laurel said, snapping Harry out of his revere.

“Yeah.” he replied.

“I picked it out myself. It was a gift for my mom’s birthday.” Laurel smiled and leaned in conspiratorially, and Harry leaned closer looking at her. Her heart skipped a beat and she whispered, “My mom’s name, Maggie…” she said raising her eyebrows and nodding her head toward the tree painting.

Harry grinned now, “Is short for Magnolia?”

Laurel grinned too, “Bingo. She HATES being called Magnolia. A cruel joke played on her by her mother, she says.”

Harry laughed, “And she returned the favor to you too I see.”

Laurel sighed and rolled her eyes, “Two fold.” Harry raised his eyebrows inquiringly. “You haven’t met my little sister yet…Willow.”

Harry laughed and the tension eased between them…until Harry’s next words.

“Laurel,” Harry looked at her intently for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to continue, “Why didn’t you tell us you were a witch when you met us?”

She grimaced…’Nothing like a loaded question to make things light and comfortable…’ she thought. “Well,” Laurel flushed and cleared her throat, “I was going to…and…At first I didn’t know Draco was a wizard, any of you were really…Then you called him Malfoy, I’ve heard of the Malfoy family. I’m not sure of any wizarding family who hasn’t... Anyway, then you introduced yourself…and I was afraid to say anything, I couldn’t figure out why a Malfoy was with you…” she sighed and her shoulder sagged.

“Humph, join the club.” Harry frowned.

Laurel’s brows furrowed, “Plus, I…Well, it was fun teasing Draco and…and you…then it got so crazy…” She looked up at him, her eyes full of unshed tears, “I tried to tell Draco, but he wouldn’t listen to me. He was so focused on getting me out...” she shook her head, “I, I tried to tell him I could help. I wanted to…” she trailed off, head bent low.

Harry cleared his throat, “You should have told me.”

She looked sullen and guilty. “I feel bad enough as it is, Harry.”

“Why?”

She sniffed and looked at the painting, trying desperately not to cry. “You don’t have to be coy with me, Harry. I know the reason Draco almost died, well, all of you almost died tonight is because of me, it’s my fault.”

Harry’s mouth fell open, “What? “ He reached out and turned Laurel around to face him holding onto her shoulders, his eyes boring into hers, “Look at me,” he said softly; reluctantly she focused on his eyes. “This was NOT your fault. YOU saved our lives. Those Death Eaters weren’t there for you they were there because of me. Voldemort was after me.” He was surprised to see that she didn’t flinch or look away at the use of Voldemort’s name. It sent another current of desire coursing through him. “I am the reason all those people were hurt or killed tonight.” Harry’s grip tightened on her shoulders, “Malfoy tried to convince me something was going to happen from the moment Ron and I got to the club…” he stopped suddenly, his eyes slid closed and he took a deep, shaky breath, “I am the reason that Dra - Malfoy almost died. It’s my fault and no one else’s.”

Laurel blinked, “That’s not true.” she argued, “If I had told you I was a witch right away we could have gotten out of there and none of this would have happened.” A small tear slid down her cheek. “I will never forgive myself for being so stupid.” she whispered….’or for letting Draco get hurt, when I could have prevented it,’ she finished silently.

Harry tilted her chin up and gave a sullen smirk, “Laurel, this would have happened whether you were there or not. It would have happened if it was at that club or on some muggle street full of innocent people.” he shook his head sadly, “My point is, it would HAVE HAPPENED. This is not about you it’s about me. I got comfortable, and that’s something I can never do. I should have been paying attention…ESPECIALLY when Malfoy showed up.” Harry sighed deeply. “Listen, you don’t know our history, but - it’s complicated. Malfoy did a good thing tonight, I still don’t know why he did it, but I’m going to find out.”

Laurel looked at him, “He’s a good man Harry,” she said flatly.

“You don’t know him like I do.” he said, dropping his hand from her face.

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around her waist, “HE IS. Trust me, I know.”

Harry managed a half grin that made Laurel’s stomach twist uneasily. “Look, I’m glad he’s going to be ok, but Malfoy is not one of my favorite topics at any given time…Especially,” his grin widened, “not when I’m talking to a very pretty girl.”

Laurel blushed to the roots of her hair. She allowed herself now to look at Harry. She’d been purposely not letting herself look at him too much because he made her heart leap uncomfortably in her chest (just like it was doing now.) ‘God,’ she thought, as he looked down at her with an unreadable expression on his face, ‘Why does he have to be so cute?’ His green eyes behind those silly wire rimmed glasses leapt with a fire that made her catch her breath. She was surprised after all they’d been through tonight at how calm and poised he was and she was again stricken by the absolute strength that radiated off of him. It made her feel dizzy, she blinked as her vision blurred for a moment.

“Are you alright Laurel?” Harry asked, reaching out to catch her arm as she swayed on her feet for a moment. His touch sent tingles through her. He looked sincere and concerned as his free hand went to her waist to steady her. He held her for a moment longer than he needed too and realizing this he dropped his arms and looked down at her, inches from her body, ‘I’m too close’ he thought as he breathed in her scent. She smelled like apples and vanilla and Harry held back, just barely, a low groan. He took a small step back.

Laurel couldn’t say anything. She just looked up at Harry and her cheeks burned as an unfamiliar wave of emotions rushed upon her. She blinked and swayed again and this time Harry took her in his arms and she relaxed against his chest, breathing in his scent, it sent shivers down her spine. He smelled like pine trees and musk and something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but it set her body trembling. Finally coming to her senses Laurel squeezed his arms and stepped away.

“Urgh, I’m so sorry Harry,” she stammered, “I – doing that spell took a lot out of me and when we got here and I saw how injured Draco was (she gestured her hand with a wide wave) and Ron with his ankle so horribly hurt, I - I guess it’s just catching up with me.”

She looked up at him again. He was so tall, 6’2” she guessed, the same as Draco as they stood shoulder to shoulder. Harry’s shoulders were broad and his upper arms toned and built from so many years of Quidditch. He had an amazing smile and his facial features still held a hint of youth, just budding to manhood. All of this topped off with a shock of short, messy, raven black hair; even in the soft light of the bathroom it had a dull blue gleam to it.

Ahhhh, then there were those eyes. Eyes so, so green, ‘The color of hydrangea leaves in spring.’ she thought. If Laurel looked too long into them she was sure she would drown and never come back up for air. No need to look into his soul, it was so powerful she could feel his goodness, his feelings rolling off of him in waves, crashing against and over her, flooding her senses with his emotions; ’courage’…’resolve’…’determination’…’sadness’…’desire.’ His soul was so very strong she had no defenses against fighting off his feelings, they seeped into her, becoming her own.

Laurel took an involuntary step back, her eyes glowing slightly from the intensity of Harry’s closeness and tried to focus on something, anything other than those eyes of his.

She caught sight of it then, the scar, plainly visible now as he’d just raked his hand through his hair and she was riveted to it. She blushed, still trying to fight off his feelings and gave a shaky smile, “Harry, I’m so sorry I’m staring – it’s just I can see it so clearly …your scar.”

Harry’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “It’s OK, I get that a lot.” He grinned widely and her blush deepened.

‘Laurel, you dolt, relax,’ she told herself and forced a calming breath, smiling back warmly, her body tingling…Then much to her horror, Laurel felt her nipples hardening as he gazed at her. She blanched and turned quickly away, busying herself with getting supplies to clean his wounds. “I” she coughed, “I’ll just get a cloth to clean those cuts up and then we’ll get them gone, K?” she said with her back to him.

“Ok” he said.

He wasn’t sure if it was her close proximity, the large amounts of alcohol he’d been consuming all night, or if he was still riding the adrenaline from earlier, but Harry was finding it very hard to control his strong urge to grab Laurel to him and kiss her thoroughly.

He was in fact quite lost in those beautiful brown eyes, fringed with long dark lashes and her tanned skin that glowed in the light and looked so creamy smooth, he wondered how it would feel to caress her all over. Harry was taken with her silky looking brunette curls, they made him want very much to reach out and wrap one around his finger. As his eyes ventured lower, much to his surprise, he saw Laurel’s nipples harden and appear straining against the material of her thin black dress. He had to use all his will power at that moment not to grab her. His fingers, in fact, were literally itching now to touch her as she looked up at him.

This was very unlike Harry; he was anything but forward when it came to women. He’d had more pressing matters at hand over the years to worry about women. Not, he thought angrily, that he’d have loved for that to be the extent of his teenage worries. But in the last few years Harry had had sufficient attention from the opposite sex to realize that girls seemed to like him well enough, although he really couldn’t seem to fathom why. ‘It must be the danger thing,’ he mused.

Harry didn’t think himself handsome, but he knew girls really dug the scar. He’d in fact stopped fighting it now, since on too many occasions girls would bump into him on purpose, trying (to Harry’s horror) to find any excuse to touch his hair just to get a chance to peer at the scar. It was a point of GREAT annoyance to him. Although, he thought, with the way Laurel had looked at him just now, at this particular moment it didn’t seem to bother him that much…

He turned his eyes back to her and he felt his body stir as he watched her bend over to pick up a towel. His pulse quickened, when she turned back round and he saw her nipples were still hard and winking agonizingly at him as she approached. He gulped and tore his eyes away.

“Can I take your jacket off?” He simply shrugged it off and Laurel took it from him and hung it neatly on a jacket press. She turned back to see Harry now leaning against the sink, his arms folded over his chest. He looked tired, she thought, and something else – his eyes had dull purple smudges under them, but they were snapping with fire and she was finding it very hard to concentrate being so close to him. His shoulders looked tense and she could feel the undercurrent of power buzzing through his body. Laurel stepped closer and breathed in his scent and groaned inwardly, ‘He smells soooo good’, and he looked so vulnerable and powerful at the same time, a lethal combination to her senses.

‘Steady’ she said to herself and moved wordlessly to remove Harry’s glasses and set them on the counter next to him. ‘Damn it woman, STOP trembling every time he looks at you’ Laurel fumed silently. She steeled herself and began cleaning his wounds. First the scrapes on his jaw and cheek – she took great care to be gentle with him.

Then, her eyes settled on his lips. She touched his lower lip gingerly where it was cut and blood trickled out. It was full and sensuous, and as her fingers trailed over it she looked up and met his eyes.

Harry’s eyes had changed in an instant, his hunger was evident, but he said nothing. He watched her, as with trembling fingers she lifted her wand, muttered the words “Fissare Pellis Secare” and his lip healed instantly. She turned his head slightly now to the right to look at his jaw and repeated the spell and again on his cheek.

Laurel had noticed almost immediately how close she was standing to Harry and thought she liked it a little too much…His legs were crossed at the ankles as he leaned against the sink and her knees were touching his. Laurel’s arms brushed intimately against Harry’s forearms and she rested her left hand on his shoulder lightly as she said the spells. When she finished Laurel didn’t move back from him right away. Instead she looked now into his eyes and smiled. “Better?” she breathed.

He looked deep into her eyes and nodded “Much.”

His eyes, however, were now focused on her lips. ‘They look so soft,’ he thought. Then, in a very Un-Harry like move, as if in a dream, he reached out and was pulling her toward him – his hands on her waist. He moved his face close to hers and she looked into his eyes catching her breath.

‘They’re so impossibly green’ she thought…’Oh my GOD, is he going to kiss me?’ her body reacting instantly to his touch. ‘Think of something to say,’ she thought frantically as he pulled her close. ‘Ask him about the attack…’ ‘Mom wanted to know….what again?’….’Ohhhh, he smells so good….’ Laurel’s thoughts faded away as his emotions washed over her again, overpowering her senses…

He moved closer and she closed her eyes as he grasped her face gently in one of his hands – the other still holding her waist and he kissed her softly and soundly.

She gasped as he turned his head to cover her lips more fully and slowly tasted her, turning his head from side to side. She gave a small shudder and Harry opened his legs and pulled her up against him, her hips pressing firmly against his. She shuddered again as she felt him harden against her belly and moaned as his tongue licked her bottom lip slowly, asking to enter her mouth. She was lost to his touch, opening her mouth as he plunged deep into hers, his mouth opening wide over hers, possessing it with vigor and desire.

‘Oh dear God….oh dear God, oh dear, dear...’ Laurel thought, as Harry’s hand slid from her cheek to her hair and he let his fingers wrap themselves deep into her curls and held her head close as he kissed her more intently. The hem of her dress road up her thigh slightly as his fingers flexed and clutched at her waist, pulling her even closer against him.

Laurel’s head was reeling – Harry’s touch was so intoxicating that she gave into his kisses completely.

The passion grew quickly between them and Laurel found herself quite swept away and pressing willingly against him now. Harry’s thoughts were wild. ‘I want her…Draco is going to kill me…How can I feel like this, I just met her…She’s with Draco…Don’t think about Draco…I want her.’ At this he sighed, pushing Draco out of his mind and gave into his desires.

Harry let go of Laurel’s lips now and began slowly kissing and licking his way from her jaw to taste her neck. His lips explored the exposed skin greedily and he groaned upon discovering a sensitive spot just below her ear that made her tremble. He nipped and sucked on it until he heard her moan softly and catch her breath. Harry grew bolder now, his hands running up and down her sides and back. Laurel threaded her fingers in his hair encouragingly and pressed her breasts against his chest in response, her pulse racing wildly at his kisses and the way his heavy breathing made her skin burn wherever it he touched it.

Laurel felt Harry smile against her neck and fleetingly, as he came back to claim her mouth, her thoughts returned to her. ‘What the HELL am I doing?’ she screamed inside ‘What is HE doing…why is he kissing me?’ then Harry broke away from Laurel’s lips again and his tongue trailed down her neck, tasting her skin and settling on the hollow at her throat. He traced it with his tongue and lapped at it, sucking and nipping, sending spasms of white-hot desire surging through Laurel. Her thoughts fading away again completely at his touch.

Laurel moaned and clutched Harry closer, bending her body back to give him better access to her neck and chest, and in turn, pressing her belly more provocatively against his hips, where she felt Harry grow even more swollen at the pressure.

At that Harry let out a low, deep moan and his hands traveled to her belly, hesitating for just a moment before they slowly started skimming up the front of her dress. Laurel’s eyes were closed, her head dropped back and her breathing was fast, making her chest rise and fall heavily.

Harry thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful as she was right now, clutching desperately at his shoulders and trembling. His eyes burned as his hand moved up to brush lightly against one of Laurel’s nipples. It was firm and taut, just as he’d been imagining. He moaned again as she sucked in her breath and grasped his shoulders tightly, and he felt the nipple grow even harder against his touch. His lips came crashing down on hers fiercely then, both were lost in each other.

She clutched at him, trembling and whimpering at his touch. Harry’s breathing was hard in his chest and she felt like she was on fire wherever he touched her. Harry pulled back suddenly and looked at Laurel, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright with desire. He stood up, pressing his body ever closer to hers and towered over her, wrapping his arms around her and took her mouth again, and never breaking their kiss, he turned Laurel around and lifted her up so she was sitting onto the counter.

His hands found her breasts again immediately and without hesitation he began lifting and squeezing in turn one then the other, rolling the nipples between his fingers and letting his thumbs rub agonizingly slow around and over them. She gasped and moaned, throwing her head back and reveling in his touch. Laurel clutched at him, digging her fingers into his shoulders and welcomed his weight as he leaned against her harder, anchoring her to him.

Harry was losing his control fast, he wanted to taste her everywhere and he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop if he kept going like this much longer. He broke their frenzied kiss, his mind intent on one thing, his lips moving with purpose and determination lower down her neck. Laurel arched her back to him and shuddered as his mouth trailed down her dress, hovering over one breast, his breath rasping and fast as he hesitated at his destination, nervous now.

Laurel’s eyes flew open for a moment and she held her breath…they slid closed again seconds later, feeling her body explode with desire anew as Harry covered his mouth over one breast, through the material of the dress, and began nipping and pulling gently at the nipple with his teeth. Laurel let out a guttural moan and clutched his head to her breast tightly, threading her fingers deep into his dark hair, pushing him down harder on her. His hands were all over her now, exploring her everywhere, and reveling in her shivers and soft gasps as he caressed and slid his hands over her body. Slowly Harry moved to her thighs, his determined hands inching her dress hem up slowly, as his fingers traced small circles around her one of her inner thighs. Laurel jumped and quivered at each touch of his hands.

Laurel’s hand shakily moved to Harry’s shirt and began tugging at his pants waist, trying to free the material from its confines. She needed to touch him NOW, and the fire that was burning in her belly was ruling her rational thoughts. He took her hand away, and grabbed at his shirt and yanked it forcefully up from his pants, instantly drawing her hand back to him and placing it firmly on the smooth, flat skin of his abdomen. Gingerly she began stroking his belly with timid fingers. She was reassured by his low moan and was gathering up her courage to venture lower, when Harry growled and took her hand, drawing it down…His hand was steady as he took Laurel’s and covered her hand over the swollen bulge at his pants. They were both panting now, Laurel's eyes were tightly closed and Harry kept his gaze fixed on her face. The way she was gasping and trembling as he guided her hand over him was almost too much to bear.

He groaned and claimed her mouth in a wild, uncontrolled kiss and she moaned helplessly into his mouth as his hand dropped away, hers moving freely now over the long, swollen, hot trail under his pants. He pushed Laurel back hard against the mirror and was slowly lowering her down flat onto the counter, both tearing at each other now, restraint totally gone. Laurel was hastily unbuttoning Harry's shirt, gasping and squirming to get him closer to her - when a booming voice came from behind the bathroom door.

"OY, HARRY!"

It was Ron.

Laurel gave a startled shriek and sat up, pushing Harry off her, shaking and looking fearfully at the door.

Ron knocked loudly. “Harry, mate, are you okay?”

Harry could hear the concern in Ron’s voice and muttered, “Bloody hell!” angrily as he pulled away from Laurel, unconsciously reaching for his glasses and sliding them on. She saw he was shaking and breathing just as hard as she.

Their eyes met and held for a moment, as he cleared his throat and raked a hand through his hair. He closed his eyes, and when he spoke his voice was deep and husky. “Ron, I’m fine. We’re both fine. We’ll be out in a minute.”

The tension sat heavily in the air as they both stared fixedly at the door.

“Ohhhh,” long pause, “Er, sorry…” Ron trailed off. He hesitated and then they heard heavy feet shuffling back down the hall.

Laurel was scarlet and absolutely livid with herself. She couldn’t look Harry in the eyes now, and flushed even more when he moved over to her and lifted her off the counter. He lifted her chin in his fingers, and she glanced reluctantly up at him. She was surprised to see he was the same shade of scarlet as she.

“We should get back,” she stammered and stepped carefully out of his embrace. “Oh GOD, my Mom! What is she going to think?” Laurel’s face drained of color and she began frantically smoothing out her dress, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. She looked terrified. “We’ve been gone a long time haven’t we? How long have we been gone? Harry?” Her mom would take one look at them and know what they had been doing. She was sure of it.

She was in SO MUCH trouble.

Harry gazed at her and shook his head slowly. “No idea.”

Laurel groaned, looked up at him shyly, and automatically moved to fix the collar of his shirt. His face was unreadable as he gazed down at her, his eyes snapping and hopeful maybe? He kept his hands firmly at his sides.

“Harry, I – Oh God, you need to know, to understand that I…” she stammered, “I don’t just kiss men, boys, randomly like that….” She shook her head and spoke softly, “Never like that….” and looked imploringly at him.

He raised his eyebrows and sighed. “I didn’t think you did.” His heart did a lazy flip flop in his chest at those words, 'Never like that.’ He very much liked the sound of that.

Harry moved closer and awkwardly took her hand. “Look, let’s just,” he took a deep breath and began again, trying to calm his wildly beating heart and his throbbing erection. “Let’s just not worry about this too much. We’re both tired, and so much happened tonight. So much emotion. It’s late and we just, just needed someone for comfort from all the insanity of tonight. We needed each other.” He smiled kindly and chucked her chin affectionately. “Believe me, almost dying does that to you, I should know. Okay?” He was trying so hard to be reassuring and to take that frightened bird look from her face that he didn't realize what he'd said, or its implications.

Laurel’s eyebrows popped up, her unspoken thoughts evident in her expression instantly as his words sunk in. 'You mean, it makes you want to have sex?’

She stammered out before she could stop herself. “It does? I mean, uh, makes feel like…makes you want to…OH MY GOD!” Laurel shook her head, rubbing a palm nervously across her temple and groaned in embarrassment. “Never mind, I can’t believe what I’m even saying…” Laurel’s face was tomato red now and she was wringing her hands, looking as if she were going to shrivel up into a ball on the spot.

Harry looked at her quizzically for a minute and then burst out laughing. ‘I really like this girl, she’s definitely not afraid to speak her mind.’ He chuckled to himself, grinning at her, then thought about it a second longer, 'I really like this girl.’

Laurel looked even more mortified.

Harry spoke again, softly, trying very hard not to grin like a goofy fool at her reaction. He was more pleased with this girl with every minute that passed. “I meant it’s very intense, and your emotions and all your energy is so focused on staying alive, that when you actually do end up alive, your emotions kind of go running wild. So, afterward, it’s natural to…to need to…er, to want to, uh...get them out.” He finished clumsily, and realizing how that sounded, he blushed.

Laurel’s mouth formed a little ‘o.' “Oh, well of course. I guess I remember that wh….” her mouth snapped shut abruptly, and she looked like she had just said something she really hadn't mean too.

Harry didn’t miss that; he looked at her and tilted his head thoughtfully.

She regained her composure after a second and smiled bashfully back at him. “Well I guess we won’t mention this then?” she ventured nervously. Her thoughts flooding back onto Draco and she felt suddenly, uncomfortably guilty.

Harry was surprised and looked down quickly to hide the hurt in his eyes, and focused his attention on tucking his shirt back into his pants. “Right – course not.” came his clipped reply. He went to the door and opened it, turning back to her. “Ready?”

She nodded and they left together.

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SPELLWORKS:
Fissare Pellis Secare - Fix/Heal skin completely.

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