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Leave Notes On My Pillow
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,763
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
She Is In My Thoughts
***This is a Prologue, the following chapters will be longer, though still in the same format***
**Thank you, ilke, for giving me the...push? to write this**
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She Is In My Thoughts
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She wont go unnoticed this time, thought Harry Potter as he tied the parchment to Hedwig’s leg. Unlike the prior years of fighting Voldemort, this last trip to Hogwarts was proving to be most interesting. Instead of continuing the search for the final horcruxes, as they had all summer, the Golden Trio was in for their most unusual school year yet.
“Harry?” Ginny’s voice called from outside the shadowy kitchen. “Are you ready? We’re almost late for the train.”
He quickly sent the owl off, grabbed hold of his trunk, and pulled it behind him as he joined his girlfriend in the dusty hallway. “Ready, now,” Harry said with a smile.
As they made their way out of Grimmauld Place, down the staircase and into the entryway, Harry said goodbye to his summer, his previous life.
And welcomed a new beginning.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Who is this greasy bitch passed out on top of me???!!! Blaise Zabini silently screamed to himself, making weak motions to push the heavy form from his chest. Once, twice, and a third try forced the female off of his body, onto the edge of the bed, and face down on the floor, promptly blasting her into consciousness.
“Ohhh,” she groaned, holding onto her forehead and squinting up at him. “What’d you do that for?!”
Blaise peeled his eyes open, blinking up at the Zabini crest emblazoned on the roof of his canopy. “What’s the time?” he asked, disregarding her current condition, and rising up on his elbows to survey his bedroom. Gathering by the light peeking through the curtains that it was time enough for him to be late for the train, he quickly charmed himself clean and rushed to his wardrobe.
“You might want to get ready,” Blaise called to her from the closet. He reentered the room, adjusting his tie and donning his cloak. “Hogsmeade isn’t getting any closer to the floor.”
The skinny blonde lifted herself from the plush rug, looking around for any of her clothing. “When will I see you again?” she questioned softly, yet desperately. “How about tonight after the feast…I could sneak in, like last year.”
Regarding her as he would a house elf, the dark-skinned Italian remarked matter-of-factly with a smirk for embellishment, “I don’t even know your name, ” then turned on his heel and brushed from the room.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Where is he? Draco was growing impatient as he heard the final boarding call for the Hogwarts Express. Deciding against finding a window through which he could search the platform for his friend, Malfoy sauntered through the trains’ tight corridor, and into Head Compartment.
“Where is she?” the blond spoke aloud when he found the compartment to be empty if not for the unfaltering stack of books on the long seat to his left. Without needing the booming announcement during his supper, he immediately knew who claimed the top spot this year, as she had every year prior. He was always just barely below her high marks, but somehow never even close to her level of genius.
Sliding back into the walkway, he wasted no time making his way to what he’d deemed the Promised Land—any area the Golden Trio inhabited on a regular basis. It seemed wherever he ventured, apart from the Slytherin Commons, he managed to step into some holy goodness meant only for Gryffindor heroes and the like. Even after his part in the defeat of the Dark Lord, Draco Malfoy would never assume he had a place in the books as a savior. More like a lender…of funds.
A small hand caught his arm, “Draco, dear, have you seen Blaise? I can’t seem to find him.” The subtle, yet demanding green eyes of Pansy Parkinson looked up at his warming icy greys.
“No, Pans, I’m not his keeper.” He gave her a smile and once there, quickly opened the last compartment on the right.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
I hope it doesn’t sound too…needy. Justin Finch-Fletchley rolled up the tiny piece of parchment and tucked it into his robes. Tonight, I will send this along with the first gift.
Smiling to himself, he rose at the sound of the tea trolley. “Pumpkin juice and a licorice wand, please,” he asked the short woman while handing her the sufficient amount of coinage.
The curly-haired boy bustled along, peeking into a compartment then swiftly joining it’s inhabitant. “Hello, Hannah.”
**Thank you, ilke, for giving me the...push? to write this**
~~~
She Is In My Thoughts
~~~
She wont go unnoticed this time, thought Harry Potter as he tied the parchment to Hedwig’s leg. Unlike the prior years of fighting Voldemort, this last trip to Hogwarts was proving to be most interesting. Instead of continuing the search for the final horcruxes, as they had all summer, the Golden Trio was in for their most unusual school year yet.
“Harry?” Ginny’s voice called from outside the shadowy kitchen. “Are you ready? We’re almost late for the train.”
He quickly sent the owl off, grabbed hold of his trunk, and pulled it behind him as he joined his girlfriend in the dusty hallway. “Ready, now,” Harry said with a smile.
As they made their way out of Grimmauld Place, down the staircase and into the entryway, Harry said goodbye to his summer, his previous life.
And welcomed a new beginning.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Who is this greasy bitch passed out on top of me???!!! Blaise Zabini silently screamed to himself, making weak motions to push the heavy form from his chest. Once, twice, and a third try forced the female off of his body, onto the edge of the bed, and face down on the floor, promptly blasting her into consciousness.
“Ohhh,” she groaned, holding onto her forehead and squinting up at him. “What’d you do that for?!”
Blaise peeled his eyes open, blinking up at the Zabini crest emblazoned on the roof of his canopy. “What’s the time?” he asked, disregarding her current condition, and rising up on his elbows to survey his bedroom. Gathering by the light peeking through the curtains that it was time enough for him to be late for the train, he quickly charmed himself clean and rushed to his wardrobe.
“You might want to get ready,” Blaise called to her from the closet. He reentered the room, adjusting his tie and donning his cloak. “Hogsmeade isn’t getting any closer to the floor.”
The skinny blonde lifted herself from the plush rug, looking around for any of her clothing. “When will I see you again?” she questioned softly, yet desperately. “How about tonight after the feast…I could sneak in, like last year.”
Regarding her as he would a house elf, the dark-skinned Italian remarked matter-of-factly with a smirk for embellishment, “I don’t even know your name, ” then turned on his heel and brushed from the room.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Where is he? Draco was growing impatient as he heard the final boarding call for the Hogwarts Express. Deciding against finding a window through which he could search the platform for his friend, Malfoy sauntered through the trains’ tight corridor, and into Head Compartment.
“Where is she?” the blond spoke aloud when he found the compartment to be empty if not for the unfaltering stack of books on the long seat to his left. Without needing the booming announcement during his supper, he immediately knew who claimed the top spot this year, as she had every year prior. He was always just barely below her high marks, but somehow never even close to her level of genius.
Sliding back into the walkway, he wasted no time making his way to what he’d deemed the Promised Land—any area the Golden Trio inhabited on a regular basis. It seemed wherever he ventured, apart from the Slytherin Commons, he managed to step into some holy goodness meant only for Gryffindor heroes and the like. Even after his part in the defeat of the Dark Lord, Draco Malfoy would never assume he had a place in the books as a savior. More like a lender…of funds.
A small hand caught his arm, “Draco, dear, have you seen Blaise? I can’t seem to find him.” The subtle, yet demanding green eyes of Pansy Parkinson looked up at his warming icy greys.
“No, Pans, I’m not his keeper.” He gave her a smile and once there, quickly opened the last compartment on the right.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
I hope it doesn’t sound too…needy. Justin Finch-Fletchley rolled up the tiny piece of parchment and tucked it into his robes. Tonight, I will send this along with the first gift.
Smiling to himself, he rose at the sound of the tea trolley. “Pumpkin juice and a licorice wand, please,” he asked the short woman while handing her the sufficient amount of coinage.
The curly-haired boy bustled along, peeking into a compartment then swiftly joining it’s inhabitant. “Hello, Hannah.”