Warning: This chapter has EXTRA mature themes.

florence pov

I threw on my quidditch sweater and grabbed a bobble to take with me. I woke up late this morning and would just have to do my hair later.

We have our first quidditch match of the season today and I'm beyond excited.

I hurried down the stairs to the common room.

"There you are! About time." Harry exclaimed once I came into view. "You take forever to get ready."

"Beauty takes time."

"You're always beautiful, no matter what you think."

"You have this incredible way of making my heart happy, Mr Potter." I smiled as I held out my bobble to him. "Would you mind?"

He beamed back at me. "Of course."

He took the bobble from my hand and stood behind me. He brushed his fingers through my hair and carefully pleated it into a braid.

He finished it off and leaned close to me. He leaned down to my neck and began kissing it, making his way up to my face.

I giggled and turned around.

"My braiding skills are immaculate." He bragged as he admired his masterpiece.

"You mean my braiding lessons are immaculate." I crossed my arms and corrected him.

"Okay fine. You're braiding lessons have really paid off." He smirked playfully.

I had been teaching him how to braid and tie up my hair for me. It was adorable.

I laughed, and kissed him on the cheek. Then glanced over at the clock on the wall.

"Do we have enough time to hang out?" I asked.

He sighed.

Harry and I have had rarely any time just the two of us. All thanks to studying, friends, quidditch and classes.

We keep trying to make time but everything keeps getting in the way.

"I wish. But we need to get breakfast, then I need to check on Ron. He was up all night stressing about today's match."

I nodded sadly.

Harry quickly reached his hand out for mine and what I did next surprised me.

I flinched.

He froze, his hand was still in the air.

My heart dropped. I was confused and angry with myself. I had sometimes done this in class, but never in front of Harry. The one person I know would never ever hurt me.

All summer I had been in a contact state of anxiety and paranoia. When the torture lessons first started, I would go into a full panic attack every time I heard someone come near my door. I thought I had escaped it all when I arrived safely at Hogwarts. But I was wrong. It followed me.

"What was that?" He asked, his voice laced with worry which quickly turned soft. "Are you alright Flo?"

"It was nothing. I'm fine." I said, as I forced a fake smile.

He bought it and returned the expression. We walked to the great hall for breakfast and joined Ron and Hermione in our usual seats.

"So how was it, then?" Ron asked.

"How was what?"

"Your dinner party." Ron answered, not even looking at his plate.

I groaned as I remembered the painfully long night.

"Pretty boring actually. Harry in particular didn't enjoy dessert." Hermione smiled, as she glanced at him.

"What happened?"

"Cormac." Harry answered. "He's a git."

I nodded in agreement.

He's nice and all but he's always staring in places he shouldn't be. It's not very charming.

"Slughorn's having a Christmas do, you know. We're meant to bring someone." I said to change the subject.

I watched Ron as he and Hermione's eyes met for a second. I refuse to lose the bet I made with the twins on when they are finally getting together.

"Better go give Krum a call then. I expect he gave you his number." Ron said to Hermione.

"Actually, I was going to ask you."

"Oh." His expression dimmed as he realised he had been too harsh.

Why couldn't he just grow up and make a move like Hermione was trying to do?

Lavender Brown skipped over to us. "Good luck today, Ron. I know you'll be brilliant." She squeaked excitedly before skipping off.

Ron's face turned pale with nerves. "I'm resigning. After today's match, McLaggen can have my spot."

"Absolutely not." Harry answered quickly. He pushed Ron's cup forward. "Juice?"

"Hello everyone." Luna greeted as she sat down beside us.

She was wearing a bizzare homemade paper machae lion hat to show her support for Gryffindor. People around the hall were laughing at her, but I loved it.

"You look dreadful Ron. Is that why you put something in his cup?" She asked Harry. "Is it a tonic?"

We all turned to see Harry sneaking his liquid luck back into his pocket.

"Liquid luck." Hermione gasped. "Don't drink it Ron!"

"Drink it." I said eagerly.

Ron glanced at his cup, then at all of us. Harry and I nodded. Ron picked up the cup and chugged it all in one go.

"You could be expelled for that." She whispered.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harty smirked.

Ron's expression brightened and he flashed us all a grin.

"Come on boys. We've got a game to win." I grinned.

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harry pov

The match was eventful to say the least.

It was snowing like mad and the Slytherins don't exactly play fairly. We did have an advantage because Malfoy didn't try out this year. Probably due to his deatheater activities.

I wouldn't have needed to catch the snitch because Ron was blocking almost every quaffle that came his way.

He was brilliant.

The team carried him into the locker room after the match, while chanting "Weasley is our king!"

Ron was soaking up every second of it. I was happy for him. He needed this.

I watched as the last two girls left the locker room and I made my way over to Florence.

"Hey."

"Hi." She beamed. "That liquid luck really did work. Ron was amazing."

"Ron was amazing. But not because of the liquid luck."

She looked at me with a confused expression. I pulled out the full vial of liquid luck from my pocket.

She gasped. "You didn't put it in! He only thought you did."

I nodded and she let out a sigh of relief. "Good. I was scared someone would find out and we'd get expelled. Then Cormac would've joined the team."

I groaned. "That's the last thing we need, a stupid git on the team."

"Harry, you've got to get over this whole Cormac thing. Fred acts the same and you never really care."

"I know Fred, he won't try anything." I hope. "McLaggen will."

"He won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because he knows I'm yours."

I smiled at her words. "Prove it."

She took a step closer. "You prove it."

I grinned. "I can. By doing this."

In one quick movement I cupped her face in my hands and connected our lips. She didn't object. In fact, she very happily obliged.

I pushed her against the locker and my hands travelled from her hair to her waist. It was funny how a normal kiss could become so heated.

I began kissing her neck and trailing them down to her stomach. To my surprise, she pushed my head further down. This was a side of her I'd never seen before, and I liked it.

I began pulling her skirt down, letting my hands travel gently along the line of her underwear. She breathed out in delight as her fingers intertwined with my hair.

"Hey, you guys coming?" Ron called from the other side of the lockers.

Florence's hand flew to her mouth as she stopped moaning. I had to keep in my laughter.

Thank merlin he couldn't see us.

I stood up, dropping my head onto her shoulder in annoyance. Yeah, great timing Ron.

"Coming!" She yelled in frustration, as she fixed her hair.

I took a step closer to her and grinned. "Continue another time?"

She grinned back and tilted down my chin. "Would love to."

We grabbed our things and made our way back to the common room.

After another successful win, we held our traditional Gryffindor party in the common room. It was one of the best things about being a Gryffindor.

Music blasted from the speakers as the red and gold decorations exploded around the room. Ron was in the middle of the crowd as people cheered for him.

"You really shouldn't have done it." Hermione said to me once Florence and I had met her.

"I suppose he could've just used a Confundus charm, right Mione?" Florence said casually.

Hermione hit her arm. "Shhh! And that was different. It was only tryouts."

I laughed at the bickering between them, and pulled out the full vial of liquid luck.

"Oh thank merlin." Hermione sighed dramatically as her eyes landed on it.

We all turned back to Ron as the cheering intensified. He was snogging the same girl from this morning, Lavender.

I began cheering with everyone else, well almost everyone.

Hermione pushed past everyone and left through the portrait hole.

I followed after her, along a corridor and down two sets of stairs. She was sitting on the last step in tears. A few little birds circled around her.

"Charms spell. I'm just p-practising."

"They're really good." I complimented as I sat down next to her.

She sniffed. "What did it feel like Harry? W-when you saw Cedric with Flo?"

I thought back to fourth year. A time I told myself I'd never want to relive.

It was horrible. Seeing her dance with him at the yule ball, seeing her so happy without me, seeing his hands on her,.....seeing them kiss.

It was like a form of torture.

A laughing from down the hall pulled me back to reality. Lavender and Ron skipped into the room, hand in hand.

They both froze when they saw Hermione's tear streaked face.

"Oops. I think this rooms taken." Lavender giggled awkwardly. She tried to drag Ron off, but he stayed still. A look of guilt traced over his face.

"What's with the birds?" He asked innocently.

Hermione stood up and chocked through her tears. "Oppugno."

All at once, the birds flew towards Ron. He ducked out the way and the birds crashed into the wall behind and disappeared, only just missing him. Ron gave her a shocked look and rushed out the room.

Hermione sat back down and let out a sob as she leaned on my shoulder.

"It felt like this."

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florence pov

The next few weeks weren't easy.

Ron and Hermione fell out, and it was worse than usual. I'm not surprised. He broke her heart.

He and Lavender have been together non stop. At first it was okay, but now it's getting really annoying. Harry and I have been trying to be there for both of them, which means we get no time to ourselves.

Everything's a mess.

"He's at perfect liberty to kiss whoever he likes." Hermione ranted as she put away her books. "I really couldn't care less. Was I under the impression he and I would be attending Slughorn's Christmas party together?.........Yes." She huffed as we sat down at a table.

"Who are you going to go with now?" I asked.

"I don't know. Given the circumstances, I'll have to make other arrangements."

We all turned our heads towards a giggling noise in the corner of the library. A Gryffindor girl was peaking at us from behind a book. At Harry, specifically.

"That's Romilda Vane. Apparently she's trying to smuggle you a love potion." Hermione explained to Harry.

I sent her a glare. Not on my watch.

"Really?" Harry asked, then glanced at me playfully.

I rolled my eyes. I see what he's doing. Very clever. But not going to work.

"She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the chosen one." Hermione added.

"But I am the chosen one."

I whacked him with my book.

"Okay yeah sorry."

"You're my chosen one." I said strictly. "No one else's."

"You heard the lady." Hermione said, holding up her hands in defence.

"Hey! What about Neville?" I suggested. "He was at the dinner party thing."

Hermione's expression lightened up a bit. "Flo, you're a genius."

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"Look, I can't help it if she's got her knickers in a twist." Ron said as Harry and I walked with him to the great hall for lunch. "What Lav and I have, well, let's just say there's no stopping it. It's chemical."

I had to refrain from puking in the middle of the hallway. They'll be lucky if they last till the end of the school year.

"Speaking of chemical," Harry began. "I've actually got to help Florence with potions. Don't I?"

I turned to Harry with confusion. "You do?"

"Yes. I do."

"Don't you have that prince's potion book though?" Ron questioned.

"Yes, but she needs help with.........a specific thing. Come on." He said as he dragged me off quickly.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

My question was ignored.

A few minutes later we had arrived in the common room and I followed him up the stairs. As we entered his dorm I dropped my bag down and looked at him in confusion.

"Harry, I don't need help with Potions, and we're awful at studying together."

A grin formed on his face, and when I realised why he had brought me here, a grin formed on mine. My pulse quickened and I was terribly nervous. But I'd never let it show.

"So Mr Potter, what is it you're going to teach me?"

"Come here and find out." I walked towards him and he cupped my face. "We haven't had a single second together in weeks."

"Let's make the most of it." I whispered in his ear.

He pulled me into him and connected our lips together. His lips melted against mine, and in a haze I opened my mouth allowing his tongue to enter and taste me. His fingers had found my hair and he tugged a little causing my head to fall back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and one kiss turned into many.

He pressed me against the cold wall and lifted off my sweater. At the same time, my fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. I wrapped my legs around him and we fell back onto his bed, with him on top.

I was completely ready to give myself up to him. He can have me, all of me. I had to refrain myself from telling him he can do whatever he wants with me.

His fingers travelled around me, in every sweet spot on my body. My shirt and tie were now lying around his dorm.

I quickly took off my skirt as he ripped off my tights. I undid his belt as our lips didn't separate. We were now completely naked in his bed.

This literally happened in a matter of seconds. We had both been dying for this moment for ages and it shows.

Usually I'd hate being as exposed as this, but with him I felt so comfortable. In fact, I felt sexy. I wanted him to see me. Every inch of me.

We broke apart momentarily for air. We were one big mess of panting. His body is amazing, I couldn't take my eyes away. Where had those muscles been hiding Mr Potter?

I watched as he admired me.

"Wow." He breathed heavily.

"What?"

"You're fucking hot."

I laughed and pulled him back in.

His fingers caressed every area of my skin as I quivered with pleasure. He began trailing kisses down my stomach, I pushed his head further down and tilted my head back in pleasure. Finally this time we won't be interrupted.

I closed my eyes and moaned in delight as his tongue circled me and hit all the right places. His fingers made their way inside me as his tongue worked it's magic.

Merlin this boy was good.

This was my first time experiencing this with someone, and he was making a very good first impression.

"Oh god, oh god Harry." I moaned.

I was so close. I didn't want him to stop. I could feel the knot in my stomach building up, it was almost there until he moved his mouth away at the last second.

"You're such a tease." I whined.

"Not just yet, you don't come till I say you do."

I don't know this Harry, but he's hot.

I pulled him back up and we began kissing like there was no tomorrow. We broke apart for air.

"Do you want this?" He asked, as he tucked my hair behind my ears. "Do you?"

"I do. I want this. I want it so bad." I breathed heavily.

"How bad?" He asked into my ear. "Show me how badly you want it."

I grinned and flipped myself on top of him. He looked surprised but pleased.

I trailed kisses down him, just as he did with me. Let's just say I let my mouth do the work from there.

"You're good. Oh you're good." He groaned as I licked his tip and used my hands on him.

One of his hands gripped the bedpost as the other fisted my hair, moving my head to the rhythm he liked. I didn't mind. I like when he takes control. I made sure to stop before he finished too.

Two can play at that game.

We were both now panting, eyes locked on each other.

"Please." I begged. "Give it to me. I'm yours."

He smirked and without anymore words spoken he rolled back on top of me.

I felt him fill me up and it hurt to begin with, but seconds later I never wanted it to stop. He started off gently, thrusting in and out, but I wanted more.

"Harder." I moaned.

I practically screamed as he pounded himself repeatedly trying to get every inch of him inside me.

"Look at you, you're such a good girl taking it."

My whole body heated up and my heartbeat was rapid. "Harry I'm going to-"

I felt the sensation fill me from head to toe as I shivered with pleasure as I hit my climax. It was a burst of pleasure that I never thought was possible.

Harry groaned and pulled out just in time as he came seconds later.

We both flopped down on the bed next to each other, panting, trying to catch our breath.

I turned to face him and his rosy little