Beyond Boundaries

Samantha hummed to herself as she neared the entrance hall, tugging on her slicker, getting ready to head out into the pouring rain. Jerking the door open, she peered outside, her emerald green eyes squinting out across the blurry grounds. She smiled and stepped cautiously down the marble steps and onto the sodden green grass. The cold rain soaked her fire red locks as she ran to an oak tree for shelter from the rain. Shivering, she pulled her wet hair back into a damp ponytail. She looked out across the grounds to see if anyone else was out there, battling it out with the raindrops that were the size of dinner plates.
Sitting in his favorite tree on the grounds, and almost the only tree thanks to the Whomping Willow, Harry peered through the branches at a high altitude, the rain not even hitting him yet. He saw a glimpse of someone through the branches, and he glanced again a second later. Peering down he saw what seemed to be a girl at the foot of the tree. "Hey down there!" He shouted, leaning out.
Sam looked up into the tree and smiled at Harry, pulling off her slicker and laying it under the tree safely. "What're you doing up there?" She asked, putting her foot on the tree and starting to hoist herself up the trunk and soon enough, she was straddling the branch, swinging her legs back and forth. "I didn't think you'd be out here, especially with this weather, you know?" She smiled brilliantly and took her hair down from the wet pony tail, ruffling her vivacious red locks and looking around at the leaves of the tree, all glistening with water from the down pour.
"Well, I came out about three hours ago, and it wasn't raining, I was under this tree when it started to piss down rain, so I climbed it for shelter...Been here ever since" he said, motioning for her to come where he was leaning against the tree, 3 branches acting like a large chair.
Grinning, Sam crawled carefully over to him, straddling him and kicking her legs back and forth. "I just came out, and look at me!" She said, pointing to her soaked white button up shirt, laughing. "So odd how the weather is here." She mumbled, looking up at the sky through the branches of the tree. She brought her emerald gaze back to the gaze of Harry's, his glasses flecked with a few raindrops.
"Well, chalk that up for another Harry win then...." He said, pointing to her chest, which was practically seeable through the soaked white shirt. He smiled as she straddled him, his hands going to the small of her back to hold her from falling backwards.
Rolling her eyes, "You know you want me." Leaning forward, she whispered it in his ear. "I can tell." Sam smirked, leaning back a little, a smug smile on her seductive face.
"You're damn right I want you." He said, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt, and leaning into her, "But you want me just as bad I want you, you sexy little goddess."
Smiling, she helped Harry unbutton her shirt, peeling it off and hanging it on a branch nearby.
He smiled at her, his hands caressing her back and slipping under her wet skirt, grasping her rain soaked behind. Sam leaned forward, kissing Harry and then unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off of him and hanging it on the same branch she put hers on. He smiled and let her work. She was a girl that knew what she wanted, and he respected that. Stopping, she perked an eyebrow, "... What? Did I do something?" she asked slowly.
"No, I was just letting you work, you looked like you were getting quite into it..." He said, smirking.
Blushing lightly, she felt a little embarrassed by Harry's words. "Well, I don't want to if you don't." She said, the cutest expression on her face.
"I definitely do, I just thought, why bug her when she's enjoying herself?" Harry said, running a hand over her soaked bra.
Placing her hand on his, "Well, I don't want to be a TOTAL dominatrix." Sam smiled at him shyly.
He started to rub her breasts through the bra, paying extra attention to her hard nipples. "Why not? I think it's pretty hot..."
"Harry, not here." she said, moving his hand from her chest. "Not now."
Harry apparently didn't understand and leaned in, kissing her tenderly and moving a piece of hair from her face. "You know, you're beautiful." He kissed her again.
Breaking the kiss early, Sam shook her head. Feeling a sense of foreboding, she reached for their shirts. Just as she was reaching for them, a loud and strict voice came from the trunk of the tree, making Sam jump and almost fall out of the tree. "You two up there, what are you doing?" shouted the voice which was unmistakably Professor Snape. Covering up her chest with one hand and grabbing her shirt with the other, Sam hurried to look presentable as did Harry. As the two made their way out of the tree, Professor Snape eyed them carefully, taking in the site of two seventh years soaked to the bone, one obviously wearing a thin shirt.
"Ah, Mr. Potter and Ms. Johnson,” he teased, crossing his arms over his chest, “What a surprise to find the two of you in a tree together. Come with me." he drawled.
Snape lead them down to his office, the couple wet and cold. His office was dimly lit with candles that looked as though they had been burning for years. Motioning for the two of them to sit, he stood behind his desk looking at them.
"Now, please tell me why, Mr. Potter, you were in a tree with a girl," Snape glanced at Sam. "Soaking wet."
"Well, it was raining, sir." Harry said stiffly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Rolling his eyes, he came around to stand in front of his desk, his arms crossed. "I am fully aware that it was raining, Potter. What I am inquiring is how you two came to be on top of one another in a tree while it was pouring down rain."
Sam's cheeks flushed scarlet as Snape turned to scold her, "Well, you see, Professor,” she began.
"Silence," he commanded. "Potter, you are free to go and you have detention tonight at seven o'clock. Miss Johnson, I'll need to speak with you further."
Harry ground his teeth as he stood, getting a nasty image in his head of Snape putting his hands on Sam, his Sam. Clenching his fists, he walked out of Snape's office to wait in the hallway. Just as he left the doorway, the door swung shut and the sound of locks locking could be heard.
"Sir, I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." Samantha begun, fingering the hem of her skirt thoughtfully as Snape hovered over her.
Looking down at her fiery red head that was soaked along with the rest of her body, Snape resisted himself.
"Miss Johnson, you will have your detention the same time as Potter," he smirked at her doe-like face. "But I would like for you to show up without him. You may go." with a flick of his wand, he unlatched the door and it swung open and Harry lurched forward into the room; he was trying to eavesdrop.
The couple left the dungeons and hurried up to the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry questioning her about her encounter with Snape. Just before they reached the Common Room, Harry grabbed Sam's forearm, "Will you please tell me what happened?" he asked, turning her toward him.
Looking up into his green eyes covered by round spectacles, she bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes, "I got a detention as well. It's the same time as yours, but I'm not allowed to show up with you." she shrugged, turning away quickly.
Harry's face showed confusion at her words, "Oh. Well,” he said, ruffling his hair and then slowly he turned her back around, “It’s only about one o’clock. D'you want to hang out or something?" he said, looking down at her; she looked up at him.
"I really shouldn't.” Samantha was quickly silenced as Harry pulled her into a soft kiss. Harry pressed his hands on her lower back, bringing her hips to meet his. Taking a few steps back, Harry's back was pressed up on the wall as he and Sam kissed.
Pulling out of the kiss earlier than was expected, Sam shook her head and looked around slowly and then stood on the tips of her toes and kissed Harry quickly and then continued to make her way to the Common Room.
Grabbing Sam's hand, Harry tugged her further to the entrance. A few students looked at them curiously, noticing that they were both soaking wet.
"Harry! There you a--" Ron was rushing over to them but stopped, seeing their state. "What in bloody hell have you two been up to?" he asked, looking them up and down.
"Nothing, Ron. We were just,” Harry began.
"Swimming." Sam finished, crossing her arms over her nearly exposed chest. "Snape caught us and gave us detentions. That's all."
"Erm, Alright, but Harry I’ve been looking for you. You'd better come with me." he said, leading them in to the Gryffindor common room. The room was packed with Gryffindors of every year. "McGonnagall posted a note on the bulletin board that you should read."
The note read:
There is an optional dance for those who wish to attend tomorrow night at nine o'clock.
The attire should be masquerade -- to get in, you must have a costume on.
The dance will be held in the Great Hall from nine to midnight -- no longer.
If you desire to attend, the earliest you may arrive is eight forty-five -- no sooner.
If you choose not to attend, you are expected to remain in your House Common Room for the remainder of the night.
Professor McGonnagall
Grinning ear to ear, Harry turned to Sam, "Are you doing anything tomorrow night?"
Shaking her head, he answered, "Come with me to the dance, okay?"
"Alright, but I won't promise you anything special, Harry."
"No, but I will." he wrapped his arms around her waist and hers around his neck. He pulled her in by the small of her back and kissed her softly. "I promise."
Shortly after, the common room was emptied and the only people left were Ron, Hermione, Harry and Sam sitting before the non-existent fire.
"And then, Parvarti told me straight to my face," Ron chortled through mouthfuls of droobles best blowing gum. "'Ronniekins, you must be kidding me! If you don't take me to the dance, I... I'm going to have to ask NEVILLE!'" He waved his hands around and spoke in a high-pitched, whiny voice. "I swear, it was the greatest moment all week."
Harry pictured Parvarti's upset face contorting to ask Neville to the dance, "So, are you going with her?"
Ron smirked and blew a bubble twice the size of his head and quickly sucked it back in. "Yeah. I mean, she is my girlfriend after all."
Shooting a glance at Sam, "Speaking of couples. What's going on between you two?"
"Hermione, you have no need to be too terribly worried." Sam smiled knowingly.
"Yeah, I mean, we only just started dating last week.” Grabbing Sam's hands, Harry pulled her into a quick kiss right there on the couch. Apparently, Sam didn't know that she and Harry had been dating and was astonished at this piece of information.
"Cute. Ron, I think we should leave these two lovebirds alone, shall we?" Hermione rolled her eyes and closed the book in her lap. The two of them left the common room all to Sam and Harry.
Blushing from the kiss, Samantha looked over at Harry -- his jet black hair that stuck up in every possible way, his signature scar, bright green eyes, circular glasses. "I didn't know we were dating,” her words were barely over a whisper and made Harry have to listen closely to what she was saying. Catching these words like a bad habit, his face fell nearly to the floor.
"You honestly didn't?"
Samantha shook her head and quickly began, "Well, at least now I do know." She took Harry's hand in hers. "Please don't be upset, honey." Leaning in, she kissed him softly on the cheek; he was hurt. Looking to her, his eyes said everything as he leaned in to kiss her back. As he kissed her, she laid on the couch, Harry on top of her. "Harry,” His reply was more kisses. "H-Harry. Not here. Not now.” she said, pushing him off of her and standing up. Her hair was ruffled and her blouse was wrinkled. "How about we just go to the Great Hall for lunch. That sounds nice to me."
Sam and Harry went down to the Great Hall that was seemingly buzzing with excitement and chaos at the same time. Many of their peers immediately stopped gossiping to watch the couple walk hand in hand to the Gryffindor Table. One student in particular with eyes of steely gray kept a close eye on Samantha. As he watched them, he clenched his fists. Draco had enough when Harry leaned over to whisper something into her pretty little ear and then preceded to kiss her cheek, standing up, he made his way over to the Gryffindor Table and tapped Harry on the shoulder. "Excuse, but I need to have a word with Johnson."
Harry grew suspicious and looked at Sam who looked as dumfounded as he did. Nodding, Draco waited for Sam to get up and then walked out of the Great Hall and into the Entrance Hall.
"Samantha, what are you doing with him?" Draco said scornfully, his eyes like daggers.
"I was just.. Well, you see, he asked me to the dance tomorrow night,” She looked down at the hem of her skirt as she fingered it thoughtfully, unaware that Draco's blood was boiling. "And he seems to think he and I've been dating."
"WHAT?!" His hand immediately went to his pocket as if he was planning on hexing the next person he saw, "Potter thinks that my girlfriend is his girlfriend? How bloody terrific! That parentless scoundrel thinks that he can date whomever he fancies? I'll show him who's who in this school. You'd think he'd get the picture after seven years with me!”
"Honey, I'm sorry. It was partly my fault, too." Sam said, lowering her head even lower; she was getting ready for his haranguing.
Seeing her cowering, Draco lifted her chin up slowly and looked into her bright green eyes and swept her bangs out of them, "Samantha, I'm not going to yell at you, darling. I don't want to know how it's your fault. I'd much rather be pissed at Potter than at you." He bent down a little and kissed her much more sensually than Harry ever had -- now she remembered why she always dated Slytherins. "Are you busy tonight?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Potter got us detention with Snape." Sam rolled her eyes and pouted her lips, "Baby, d'you think you could pull some strings? I'd much rather spend my night with you.”
"I'll see what I can do, Snape is a tough person to butter up. Who knows, maybe I'll get you out of it!" he said, his arms around her waist and hers around his neck. "You're going to tell Potter that you're mine, aren't you? I mean I don’t want you going to the dance with another bloke. I want you to go with me, obviously."
"I'm going to tell him, don't worry your pretty little head." Sam smirked up at him. "Honey, I think we should go back; he's probably ripping out tufts of that hair of his."
Nodding, Sam and Draco reentered the Great Hall and parted ways. As soon as she sat at her table, Harry fired questions at her about what they'd spoken about, and what Draco wanted.
"It was nothing, he was just giving me a hard time that we're dating." she smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Honey, I am honestly not a very big fan of PDA.” After that acronym, Harry understood and quickly removed his hand from her knee and took a long swig of his pumpkin juice.
Sam and Harry spent little of the time they had before their detentions together, she went off to the Library while he went outside to play a little bit of Quidditch. The day had been much better now than it was before when it was raining owls and frogs, which made it easy to have a nice time out on the field. The whole Gryffindor Quidditch team was practically there, with the exception of Fred and George. Ron wanted to be a beater and Ginny wanted to be the seaker; Harry was given the position of keeper. Grinning stupidly, he kicked off on the damp ground and flew over to the three golden hoops that he was supposed to guard. Angelina let out the four balls and zoomed off in hopes of getting the quaffle before Katie or Colin did. Harry's position was easy so far; no one had gotten to his side of the field yet so he decided to spend his time observing the students that were out for a stroll or lying by the field to watch the game.
"Ha! WE WIN!" Ginny shouted, clutching the small golden snitch in her hand and waving it in Seamus' face, he rolled his eyes in a sour manner. The match was ended and the group of Gryffindors left the Quidditch pitch in good spirits and all slightly winded. Brooms in hand, they crossed the grounds as the sun was starting to slide behind the mountains that made up the horizon. Sighing pensively, Harry made his way up to the Common Room paying no attention to the whispers and looks that were passed his way. Reaching the painting of the Fat Lady, his lips parted and he gave her the password, "Dungbombs" swinging forward, she mentioned to him that he didn't look to good and ought to take a hot bath. Nodding, he entered the common room and took in the sight of Sam and Hermione in deep conversation.
"Hey." Harry walked over to them as they finished what they were saying. "Sorry. Didn't mean to disturb you two. I'll leave."
Shaking her head, Sam stood up, "No, it's fine," she smiled. "We just finished. Don't worry about it. I'll go. See you in detention." and with that, she hastily pushed open the entrance and left their company.
"You know she's not your girlfriend." Hermione continued to keep her gaze on the fire that was now lit and crackling.
"What?"
"Samantha Johnson is not your girlfriend,” she repeated slowly as if she were speaking to a child. "She's not."
"Hermione, you're wrong. She's my gi-" he was cut off.
"She's the apple of Malfoy's eye," withdrawing her gaze from the fire, she rested it on Harry's dazzling emerald eyes. "She didn't want to tell you because she knew you would be heartbroken. She says she's sorry and didn't know how to tell you. Also, she says she can't go with you to the dance and that she thinks it would be best if you steered clear of her for a little while."
"Why's that?" Harry said, his voice little over a whisper.
"Harry, you know how Malfoy gets. He's so complicated when it comes to dominant issues like these." Seeing that he didn’t understand, she rolled her eyes and continued, "He'll hex you if you get near her. Just keep your distance until things cool down. I'm not saying that when things get a little better that you should try to get back with her. Until they break up, lay off."
There was a long silence between them. Harry's brain was ticking as Hermione looked at the clock on the wall, noticing that it was nearly six forty-five. "You should make your way to Snape's office for your detention, Harry." Concernedly, she hugged him and then left him and made her way to the Great Hall in hopes of finishing up a little bit of homework.
His blood was boiling as he sat in front of the couch watching the fire dance merrily in front of him, mocking him. Harry kicked over the coffee table and stood up, huffing angrily. "How could she." he left the Common Room in such a furious manner that he knocked three third year girls over in his departure.
Sam crossed her arms over her chest and walked in the direction of the dungeons. Glancing at her watch, she noticed that she had fifteen minutes to kill and made her way down one of the more lit hallways. Ruffling her vivid red hair, she peered around a corner shyly. Laying eyes on Draco, she smirked and fixed herself up a little before turning the corner and walking over to him. His back was to her as he spoke to Crabbe and Goyle about something of importance.
"Draco, turn around." Goyle said, pointing at Sam.
Turning around casually, he grinned at Samantha who stood there with her hands on her hips and a sparkle in her eyes. "Hey, what're you doing here?" He asked, walking over to her, signaling his cronies to leave; they followed his orders. Draco put his hands on her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck and stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him softly.
"Well, I decided to see you," she smiled, shrugging a little, "To tell you that Potter knows to lay off of me and that I’m yours. Oh, and I have about ten minutes to kill before I have to be in Snape's office."
"I'm glad he knows about us now," he said smugly, kissing her. They made their way over to the broom closet that no one ever used. Unlocking the door via wand, Draco opened it for his lady and he followed. Sam pressed her back against the wall and grabbed his tie, reeling him in like a fish on a hook. He put his hands on the wall behind her, smiling as she ran a hand down his cheek and brought his chin into a sensual kiss.
An alarm on Samantha's watch sounded, signaling that she had two minutes to be in Snape's office or she was guaranteed to have a detention for tomorrow night. "Sweetie, I've got to go,” she giggled in between kisses. She reached for the doorknob and let herself out of the broom closet. "Meet me in the Great Hall at nine for dinner, okay?"
Draco nodded, watching her run off in the direction of Snape's office, her skirt flapping up behind her almost enough for him to get a nice look at her undergarments.
Samantha made it just in the knick of time for her detention. Throwing the door open, she let herself in and saw Snape seated behind his desk and Harry in one of two chairs in front of it. They both turned to watch her dart into the room.
"So glad you could make it, Miss Johnson." Snape said in a bored tone. "Don't suppose where you've been."
"I was just--"
"Let's get to business," he cut her off, motioning for her to take the seat next to Harry, "Potter, you get the joy of scrubbing the spare room where we keep ingredients." Snape pointed to the left side of the room where a dingy door was opened, ready to be cleaned. "Johnson, you must alphabetize my collection of notes and such on potions." His finger was pointing to the opposite side of the room that was cluttered with stacks of parchment and index cards next to bins upon bins just waiting to be filled. "Get started, you have until nine o'clock."
The two delinquents worked themselves to the bone as one scrubbed and the other scanned files and alphabetized them based on their potion or ingredients. A loud bell struck somewhere in the office which made the two students jump suddenly.
“You may leave,” Snape said while reading The Daily Prophet. “And may I recommend that the next time you two decide to fool around, do it somewhere no one finds you. Especially not in a tree.”
The couple left the room without saying a word to Snape or to one another. You could literally cut the tension with a knife at that point. Sam shoved her hands deep down into the pockets of her robes and walked a little faster so as to make it to the Great Hall without talking to Harry. As they got to the Entrance Hall, Harry grabbed her forearm as he had earlier that day.
“Why Malfoy?” He questioned, pain and deception was noted in his voice. Samantha could barely look him in the eye as she turned to him.
She didn’t really have an answer, “Harry, he and I have been dating since this summer when we met up on vacation. I liked you in our fourth year, but you were too busy with Cho to even notice me, so I gave up and moved on. You’ll never understand why I chose Malfoy over you because you’re too damn ignorant.”
“Yeah, and how’s that?” He answered, raising his voice at her.
“When Sirius died you wouldn’t believe it. When Dumbledore passed you refused to believe it.” she said, furrowing her brow and shaking her head. “I’m not going to give up what I have with Draco just so I can have a little bit of a something with a boy who can never make up his mind. Why don’t you just stick to what you know best: Defense Against The Dark Arts and Quidditch.” Samantha didn’t even wait for the words to sink in, she just turned around and walked away and into the Great Hall, leaving Harry speechless.
Her emerald green eyes scanned over the room for Draco so she could vent a little and have a nice supper with him. Having spotted him, he waved for her to join his posse. Sam walked over and nodded curtly to Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and Matilda. Sitting next to Malfoy, she kissed him on the cheek and told him about the events that happened in the Entrance Hall.
“See, I told you he was bloody ridiculous. What a fool, thinking he can just strut about this school and try to get his hands on the one girl I ever cared for.” Malfoy carefully watched the entrance to the Great Hall, waiting for Harry to enter so he could give him a piece of his mind.
“I’m so done with all of those Gryffindors. Honestly, they think they’re so good at everything. It’s really starting to get on my nerves.” Samantha complained as she poured herself a nice glass of pumpkin juice.
Harry didn’t come to dinner, he decided to go outside and clear his head for a bit before he got himself even more tangled in the drama that seemed to constantly wrap itself around him. Breathing deeply, he ran his hands over his hair as he looked out across the glassy lake that was a pinkish-purple-orange color. Having no parents and no relatives besides the Dursleys, Harry never had anyone except for Sirius that he could come to about these stupid problems. Since Sirius had passed it was as though a dark cloud had always been around him, following him everywhere he went and always raining on his parade. It was almost as though he could never win.
Clearing his throat, he sat down beside the lake Indian style, running his fingers over the edges of his black shoes. The sound of crunching grass caught his attention and he turned around to see Ginny walking up to him.
“Hello Harry.” Her smile was a bit sad, which made him wonder if something was wrong or that she just found out about the downfall of himself and Sam.
“Ginny, why are girls so damn complicated? It’s as if I can never get the right girl and that when I think I’ve got her, she slips away so fast.” He shook his head and looked off into the horizon.
“Girls are complicated because they are girls.” she sympathized, “It may be a long time before you find the right one, but I’m positive that there is a magnificent girl waiting for you to come and sweep her off her feet. Sam is obviously not the perfect match for you, and that’s probably a good thing. I heard her talking to Luna Lovegood the other day at lunch and she was saying how dumb her earrings were and that she should try to stop being such a weirdo. Do you honestly want to fall in love or marry a girl who is mean to others?”
Harry nodded, understanding completely what Ginny was saying, “Yeah, you’re right. But that doesn’t change the fact that I think she is adorable and the funniest, quirkiest and most luminous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. I know she’s harsh and I know that she’s taken, but I still wish that she was on my arm and that I was the one she would kiss lovingly and vice versa. Call me a sucker, but she had me when I met her in Transfiguration in third year.” his face lit up as he reminisced.
“I may as well not even bother with you, then.” Ginny said, getting up and walking across the grounds to go back inside, leaving Harry to sit there contemplating why he liked Sam so much and why she didn’t like him.
Harry sighed heavily as he watched the sky turn dark, the stars coming out from behind clouds to wink at him. He had no real idea how he should handle the situation with Sam and Malfoy; all he knew was that he had feelings for her. Getting up from the grassy ground, he brushed himself off and hastened to get back inside before dinner was completely over and he went to bed hungry.
Walking into the Great Hall was like running into a brick wall. Standing there, he took in the sights, smells and sounds of the student body as if he had never laid eyes on those faces before. Clearing his throat, he loosened his tie and walked to the Gryffindor Table. Ron waved him over to sit next to him and as he did, he caught a glimpse of a red headed beauty with a platinum blonde jerk. His eyes were glued to them as they smiled at one another, laughing and kissing joyfully. It seemed to Harry as though none of the events that occurred earlier that day had ever happened according to Samantha. She basically went along as gaily as ever with her darling Malfoy.
“So, I was talking with Lavender, and she was sharing quite a little bit of information with me today,” Hermione said over her issue of The Daily Prophet which she was apparently reading.
“Yeah, and what’s that?” Ron asked through fistfuls of lamp chops and potatoes.
Folding her newspaper neatly in fours, she set it to the left and began cutting her turkey. “Well, she was talking about how she was out for a stroll this morning when it was raining and she went to hide under a tree. She found a slicker underneath it and heard two voices above her head. She looked up and saw a boy and a girl with red hair nearly naked in the tree.”
Ron nearly choked on his food and Harry’s face flushed then turned pale. “Was it Ginny?” Ron asked through gasps of air, Neville thudding him on the back.
Hermione shook her head and swept her bangs out of her eyes. She glanced at Harry and then began to eat her turkey dinner, knowing the reason that he and Sam received detentions.
Harry decided he may as well eat and that the fact that a girl had broken his heart shouldn’t stop him from nurturing himself. He was getting around to his third helping of dumplings, Hermione strumming her fingers on the table and Ron reading over her essay for Professor Binns’ class.
“No matter how much food you shove into yourself,” Hermione muttered boredly, “She won’t dump him for you. If anything, she’ll just become more repulsed with you, Harry.”
Ron looked up from the parchment at them. “Who won’t? Did I miss something?”
“Sam is dating Malfoy.” Hermione said casually, unfolding her issue of the Daily Prophet which she had set down earlier and began reading it once more.
“So what if she doesn’t? I still have feelings for her.” Harry said after a long swig of pumpkin juice. “She doesn’t even know how much I cared for her. Did you know that I’ve liked her since our third year? And every year it was getting stronger. When Cho came along, so did Zachary, that kid who is in Hufflepuff? Yeah, she dated him for the same amount of time that I dated Cho. I was such a fool to think that I ever had a chance with her.”
“Don’t say that, Harry.” Hermione soothed, putting her newspaper aside again and touching Harry’s arm cautiously. His voice rose with every sentence. You could hear the pain and anguish in his voice as he spoke. Harry Potter was not all too familiar with heartbreak until now.
Hearing his words across the Great Hall, Samantha looked over at the Gryffindor Table to see Harry looking directly at her saying something that was meant for her ears. Perking her eyebrows, she nudged Draco to look over at the boy that was yelling in their direction. Rolling his eyes, he stood up and Samantha followed. Striding over to Harry, the red head at his side, he tapped him on the shoulder once again.
“Potter, where do you think you get off,” Draco spat, four inches taller than Harry, “How dare you yell at my girlfriend. Would you like to take this outside?” he fingered his wand in his pocket, ready for anything.
“Sam and I had something,” He said back to him as though he were the superior one. “Did your angel of a girlfriend even mention to you why it was that we got detentions? Hmm?” Draco looked over at Sam who was looking down at her feet. Seeing that the answer was no, he continued. “It was raining. We were in a tree nearly half naked and ‘fooling around’ as Snape so politely puts it. It was partly her fault, too, Malfoy. Don’t blame it all on me, damnit.”
Harry looked at Sam who was flushed and had taken a seat at the nearby table. Walking past Malfoy, he bumped into his shoulder. If he was made of stone, he would have shattered into a million little pieces.
“Tell me he’s lying.” Draco commanded, his pale face turning a shade of pink. “Tell me that you were in the Library and not with him.”
“Draco,” She looked up at him, her emerald green eyes tearing slightly. “I tried to tell you how it was my fault earlier. I’m so sorry, I never should have done that.”
“This is your last chance to tell me that he lied to me.” Draco closed his eyes and massaged his face pensively.
“I don’t know what you want me to say. I can’t just lie to you.” she replied, standing up and touching his arm.
Pulling away he turned his back to her. “You already have.”
With those three words leaving his mouth and settling on the ears of Samantha, Draco left the Great Hall. She stood there in the same spot for countless moments, her mouth agape and her eyes wide and full of disbelief. Had he truly broken up with her? Was it completely over and done with? She watched him leave, hoping that she would wake up the next day and all would be well. Retiring to the Common Room and then to the Girls’ Dormitory, Sam rubbed her eyes and slid into bed. Hermione, Ginny and Lavender were still awake, talking about the events that happened at dinner. Sam drew the hangings around her bed and pulled the covers up and over her head.

The morning after Samantha’s undoing was as clear as crystal. No cloud could be seen in the never ending blue that was the sky. Students awoke to butterflies in the stomach and those jitters you get when you are anticipating something. With it being a Saturday morning, many witches and wizards pulled their covers up and slept in, others busied themselves with picking their outfits and contemplating who they should ask to accompany them. Draco Malfoy had risen earlier than his classmates and was seated leisurely in a lounge chair located in the Slytherin Common Room. Having already gone to breakfast, he examined the veins in his pale hands. He was turning out to be just like his father more and more each day; his hair a shade blonder, his eyes a bit grayer. Slowly, Draco turned his hand over to trace his palm with his pointer finger, drawing shapes at random. Images from yesterday’s happenings flashed through his mind. He thought of Sam and how beautiful she was and how reluctant he seemed to be after dumping her. Picturing her in Harry’s arms wasn’t something he was about to do, but he wasn’t going to take her back. As far as I’m concerned, I’m done with her and want to have nothing to do with Samantha, he thought sourly. Sighing slowly, he shook his head a little and got up from his chair, coming to the conclusion that wandering the halls was in order.