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The Gryffindor common room was empty except for one lone figure on the sofa. Everyone else was out to lunch. With dark red hair and wearing one of his old t-shirts and red-gold pajamas, Eve Potter laid under a tiny blanket, unable to sleep but exhausted.

"Eve?" Harry walked over to her.

"HARRY!" She cried, leaping off the sofa and in a mad dash ran over to him and threw herself into his arms. Her pretty face was tear-stricken and she looked as if she had been through hell, and likely did not get a single minute of sleep.

He lifted her up easily and they held each other with emotion, both relieved and overjoyed to be back in each other's arms.

"You survived! I'm so sorry Harry, it must have been completely, totally, awful for you, this is all my fault!"

Harry shook his head. "No Eve, don't worry, it was tolerable."

She frowned. "She didn't hurt you did she? DID SHE? She promised me she wouldn't!"

"No, she didn't do anything bad." Well, Celine did slap him a few times and had kneed him in the stomach, but to be fair that was entirely deserved.

"Oh, thank goodness." Eve said softly, "I was so worried." She hugged him tightly, breathing deeply and burying her face in his chest.

As he held her, Harry felt a tremendous pang of regret, that his sister had been here all night and did not sleep at all, while he had slept more than comfortably… and done other even more comfortable things.

"I bet you're starving, right?" She had a playful smile on her face. "I have some food in your room. There's no one there right now."

He followed her into 4th year boy's dormitory, where a few plastic-wrapped cold-cut sandwiches sat on the table.

"I know it's not much, but I figured we could have a private lunch… and really get to hang out…" She turned to him, her hazel eyes bright with love, "and let me feed you."

"Oh… sure." His heart felt torn at how beautiful his sister was, how long she had been waiting for him, and how kind she was to him… somehow, somewhere in his heart he did not feel well, a sinking feeling in his heart.

He sat against the headboard of the bed, as his sister climbed onto his lap and unwrapped a roast beef sandwich. She held it out for him to take a bite, then took a bite herself. Like this they traded off in silence for a few minutes until they both were not as hungry as before, Eve was beaming at him now, despite the dark circles under her eyes.

"We still have half an hour until Care of Magical Creatures… I was thinking we could spend it doing something… enjoyable."

Harry laughed half-heartedly. "Sure." But that sinking feeling in his heart grew heavier and heavier.

Wrapping her slender arms around him, she tenderly kissed him, and he kissed her back. He could feel her soft lips, her warm love emanating from her in every single kiss. They had not had a chance to kiss since a few days ago, what with packing at the Weasley's and getting on the train, and then being separated by Celine Malfoy.

Celine Malfoy… Harry's mind began running in circles. He was still in a relative state of shock after the events that had happened that morning. She was utterly alluring, stunning, beautiful, sexy, and yet she was a cruel bitch and an aristocratic snob. Over the years they had insulted each other and dueled in the halls, and she and Eve played particularly rough on the Quidditch field. How did someone like him end up doing such acts with someone like her?

And yet, he thought as he passively kissed his sister back, here was Eve, his beloved sister, someone who had stayed by his side all his life, never failing to support him even when he failed, or when he felt depressed or angry. She, too, was beautiful, delicate, almost angelic, and on top of that, she was playful but serious when the situation called for it, she was compassionate and generous and had high morals, like a true Gryffindor.

His sister's lips were soft and lovely, as he played with her crimson hair, he felt the smoothness of her skin, her already developing female body, which was incredibly sexy. Her legs were athletic and toned, her chest developing and already larger than most girls their year, even her butt was perky and cute. Already guys would turn around to take a second look when she went out in public.

She began grinding herself against him, kissing him more fervently and poking her tongue into his mouth. He could tell that she was getting heated, she wanted more, and having not been together for a few days they were both desperate to be together and feel each other's love.

Yet, that feeling of anxiety did not leave him. Everything about the situation was right except him. He did not even feel any fire in his loins as he usually did… perhaps this was due to climaxing a ridiculous number of times earlier… or it was because of something else… something far more distressing.

Eve had noticed his reluctance to participate and she withdrew her lips, looking at him with studying but innocent eyes. "Harry, what's wrong?"

He could not take it anymore. The pressure was too great.

"I have to tell you something." He began, and the way her eyes widened and her body tensed made his heart sink. "I didn't want to tell you, but I can't keep anything from you, you know that."

"Harry, you can tell me anything. Don't worry. I'll understand." Eve said softly, her arresting hazel eyes fixated on him.

He wasn't sure how to word the next words that came out of his mouth. So he just decided to open his mouth and let the words come out. "I… this morning, I woke up with Malfoy on top of me… uhh… and we kissed." Just that sentence was nearly impossible to get out.

She peered at him for a second. "Mm okay? There's nothing wrong with that Harry. I mean, yeah, she's a fucking bitch… but I always thought she kind of liked you. That's actually one of the reasons I made that bet… I knew she wouldn't hurt you too badly, and that you wouldn't mind."

"Really? You knew? I never gave indication that I liked her in any way."

Eve giggled. "Which is pretty impressive, considering the number of guys who have thrown themselves at her over the years. Ronald gets red and starts stuttering even when she is INSULTING him." They both laughed a bit. "But there's nothing wrong with being attracted to her, I mean, heck, even I think she's attractive."

These words made Harry feel a little better, but he knew that the worst was still to come. "That's not all though." He said, feeling his breath caught in his throat. "We… we went further than just kissing."

Her facial expression changed immediately, from light and playful, to suddenly sober and wary. "What? What happ-"

"We had sex." Harry nearly spat out, unable to contain those three words any longer.

A tense moment of silence.

"WHAT?" She uttered, disbelieving. "You two… fucked?"

Harry nodded slowly.

"You fucked her?" Her voice was breathless, almost like a whisper, and he knew this was not good. "How-what-why? Did she force you?!" Her fists were clenched violently, her forehead creased in suspicion and despair.

He couldn't lie to his sister. Of all people in the world. He could not lie to her. "No. She didn't. I… I couldn't help it."

"Hah… you… couldn't… help it?" Eve had this wide smile on her face, but it did not come close to reaching her eyes. "You could not help fucking Celine Malfoy. The coldest, cruelest, sluttiest BITCH in the entire school?!"

"Well she said she has never kissed anyone-"

"BULLSHIT!" Eve laughed, almost harsh now. "She just told you that because she wants you to feel special. I can't believe it. She is a complete slut, she dates a different guy every month, I think it was Warrington and Pucey and Diggory-"

"She never dated Diggory, and she said she was only with Warrington and Pucey because she wanted them to stop asking her out –"

"Are you defending her?!" His sister was incredulous. "I can't believe this. You let her seduce you and now you think she's like a princess or something?! I bet she made you feel like the most special guy on the planet, like you are the only one that she's ever liked, and that she's been saving herself for you this entire time."

"Well that is what she said…" Harry said, but suddenly the words coming out of his mouth felt lamer than ever.

She shrieked in laughter. "Are you serious Harry? You actually believed the bitch? She is SO not a virgin. I've heard stories, about broom closets and the astronomy tower-"

"Those are just stories, they're just rumors, I mean, no one has proof-"

Eve shoved against his chest in frustration. "Whatever Harry! Fine, even if the rumors are untrue, that still doesn't change the fact that you FUCKED her! I thought you were saving yourself for me, like I was for you."

For the second time that day Harry covered his eyes with his hand, unable to look at her. "I know," he said despairingly, "I just… it's too late. I already did it. I feel horrible."

"Which you should!" His sister retorted threateningly, her dark circles making her look even more frightful than before. "Instead of losing it to me, someone who loves you to death and has never dated anyone else, and will only be yours forever, you lost it to her?! Look at me, Harry!"

Harry did not say anything, but he removed his hand from covering his eyes and stared into the glistening eyes of Evelyn Potter. Her gorgeous face was streaked with tears, dark circles amplifying her anguish, as she breathed heavily in and out.

"I wouldn't have cared how many girls you wanted, Harry. I was willing to share you with as many girls as you want. You could fuck ten girls in one day and come home and I would still be there waiting for you. I wanted to be faithful to you, always, you were going to be the only man in my life, I don't care about anyone else." She said miserably, every word she spoke like a dagger in his heart.

"Eve, I would never do that to you-"

"I don't care, Harry! I already told you that you are the love of my life. All I wanted from you was one thing. One thing. I wanted to be your first, and you to be mine."

She broke down, her tears flowing freely now, as she covered her face in her hands, and Harry had never felt more awful in his entire life.

"Eve, please, I'm sorry, there must be something I can do, I'll do anything." He said, getting increasingly desperate.

"No Harry," she sobbed into her hands, "I never wanted much from you. I always wanted to do more, much more for you than you needed to do for me. I wanted to support you, no matter what you did or how many girls you wanted to be with."

Her use of the past tense had become jarring and staggeringly painful to listen to.

"But the only. One. Thing. I wanted from you. Was to be your first!" She said breathlessly, sniffing, unable to control her breathing as she cried.

"Eve, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," He put his hand on her shoulder, trying anything he could to comfort her-

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She suddenly screamed, looking at him with eyes cold as ice and her exhausted face more tormented than ever. "You betrayed me Harry. Go and fuck your Slytherin slut Harry. I'm sure both of you will be very happy."

"Eve, no, that's not the way it is at all!" He tried to hold her again, but she had leapt out of the bed and was now grabbing her bags, her clothes, all of her belongings in his room. "Stop Eve, what are you doing?"

"Getting the fuck out of your way, Harry." She snarled at him, throwing all of her clothes into a bag. "So that you can fuck whoever you want, and not have to worry about your STUPID sister trying to support you and save herself for you."

"Stop Eve, I mean it!" He stood up as well, but she had backed away from him quickly, her eyes fraught with despair and betrayal.

"Don't talk to me anymore Harry. Seriously. Just don't talk to me anymore." She proclaimed, and then exited the room, slamming the door after her.

In wild desperation, Harry rushed out of the room to see the girl's dormitory slam and locked on the opposite side of the common room. He jumped down the stairs and tried to climb up the girl's dormitory staircase but could not – they were magically charmed to prevent any boys from going up.

"EVE!" He shouted desperately. There was no response, well, not from her anyway. He realized that the common room wasn't so empty anymore, some third years who had came back from lunch were staring at him, gawking openly.

His face flush with embarrassment, he snarled, "What are you three looking at?" They quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in something else.

Taking two deep breaths, he slowly climbed the stairs back to his room, his heart feeling utterly torn apart.

xXx

She did not bother to show up at all to Care of Magical Creatures which they shared with the Slytherins. Hermione and Ron were delighted to see him of course, but when they noticed that Eve was not with him, they immediately were concerned.

However, since the class were starting, and they had to deal with Draco Malfoy being his usual obnoxious self, they did not get a chance to talk about it until after class.

After CoMC they tried to ask him what happened, but he did not tell them anything, none of it was appropriate. Ron, to his credit, did not push the issue and just clapped him on the back. However, Hermione was now highly suspicious, after all she and Eve were best friends, and with a determined look (and a glare at Harry) she raced back to the castle to find Eve and comfort her.

Harry passed through the rest of the afternoon in a spell of depression and regret, tortured by his conflicting emotions, images of Eve's hopeless and betrayed face, images of her when she was happy and in love, images of Celine Malfoy, and her nakedness, her highborn, ravishing face scrunched up in ecstasy as she moaned and panted underneath him. He did not listen to a word of what Professor Trelawney had to say at Divination.

Walking along the halls with just Ron besides him, Harry felt more miserable than ever, when a voice shouted out from behind them that simply made his day even worse.

"Weasley! Hey Weasley!" It was Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Theodore Nott. Draco came up to them waving a newspaper. "Your dad's in the paper Weasley, listen to this!"

He read them some article from the Daily Prophet about how Arthur Weasley had tried to help Mad-Eye Moody but ended up fighting off some muggle policemen.

"Look, there's a picture of your parents in front of your house – if you can call it one!" Draco snickered.

"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry seethed, while Ron was shaking with fury. Out of all the things that could happen today, this was not what Harry needed right now.

"And look at your mother! Potter you stayed with Weasley this summer didn't you? Is his mother really that porky or is it just the picture?" Behind him, Theodore, Crabbe, and Goyle were laughing uproariously.

There was a blur of red as Ron screamed "FUCK YOU MALFOY" and had charged forth – under normal circumstances Harry would have had the presence of mind to restrain his friend, but with his troubled mind he did not even react as he watched his friend go headfirst into the four Slytherins with his fists flying.

The red-haired boy managed to land a punch on the Malfoy boy's nose before Crabbe and Goyle came in, their fists pummeling Ron as the three of them teamed up on him.

Meanwhile, Theodore Nott had apparently decided to attack Harry for god knows what reason. "You fucker, I heard you fucking snogged my sister last night!" Theodore shouted, rushing up to him.

Harry did not even react to draw his wand – it would be ungentlemanly in a fistfight anyway – he threw himself into fighting the tall, usually quiet fourth-year Theodore, who stayed out of their arguments most of the time.

Punches landed left and right as neither of them really sought to defend themselves, but just wanted to hurt the other as much as possible – Theodore defending the honor of his sister most likely, while Harry just wanted to commit violence, savage violence, to wash away his tortured regrets of what had happened earlier with Eve.

Eventually Crabbe and Goyle separated from beating up Ron into a bloody pulp, for Ron was already on the ground after getting teamed up on – they came to help Theodore, who was losing against Harry's furious fists.

A fist smashed into Harry's head, as Goyle grappled him from behind. He elbowed Goyle, but that did not prepare him for the kick in the stomach that Draco Malfoy, coming out of nowhere, gave him, and then another punch by Theodore Nott.

"FUCK!" Harry roared in pain, wiping his bloodied mouth.

His ears ringing, blood flying out of his nose, Harry smashed his fist into Malfoy's already bloodied face, and then dodged a kick from Crabbe, and leapt onto Theodore and slammed him with his elbow, causing the taller boy to drop in a cry of pain.

"WHAT THE FUCK? DRACO, THEODORE, STOP THIS NOW!" Harry's blood ran cold, there was only one girl that voice could belong to-

Celine Malfoy and her handmaidens – Olivia Nott, Jasmine Rosier, and Ella Montague had strolled into the scene. The elder Malfoy sister rushed forward to break apart the brawling boys, with a wave of her wand she had all of them banished to opposite sides of the hall.

"Fucking Potter and Weasley," Draco spat, blood coming out of his nose. "They attacked me sister, they attacked first, ask Theodore, ask Crabbe."

Celine bent over to take a look at her brother's wounds, completely ignoring Harry as if he wasn't even there, while Olivia went to look at her brother's as well. Ella and Jasmine just stood to the side, watching, their expressions apathetic.

"You're fine." Celine said, conjuring a bandage which wrapped itself around Draco's bleeding. "I'll take you to the hospital wing."

"Make sure your little brother doesn't go crying to his mommy, Malfoy." Harry spat harshly, not even caring that the words were directed at Celine, his rage unrestrained.

She turned to him, her eyes cold and brutal. "Shut the fuck up, Potter." She conjured four stretchers for the Slytherin boys, they all had cuts and bruises on their faces, but not nearly as bad as Harry, and Ron (who had fainted entirely).

Harry conjured bandages as well for himself and Ron, he was furious as he stumbled to his feet and conjured a stretcher for his unconscious friend.

"It's good that you came in to save them," Harry couldn't help himself. "Tell your brother he needs to watch his mouth, it could get him killed one day."

BAM!

With a flick of her wand she shot a banishing spell at him, slamming him back into the wall and causing him to slump back down onto the floor. "Potter, I don't know what your fucking problem is, but seriously, shut the hell up or I will. Hurt. You."

With a nod to her friends, they went ahead to levitate their younger Slytherin housemates to the Hospital Wing, not even sparing a glance at Harry and Ron. Draco had an insolent smirk on his face, as if he was somehow proud of having won a 4v2 fight. Pathetic.

But soon they were out of sight, leaving only the two of them in that empty corridor.

"Hold on. I dropped something." Celine had returned around the corner.

"What is your problem, Potter?" She said angrily in a low voice. "And where is your sister? Don't tell me you guys had a fight."

"That's none of your fucking business." He said weakly.

Her eyes softened as she looked over his bloodied face, bruises and cuts all over. "You need to go to the hospital wing Potter. Wait two minutes and come with Weasley so you don't run into us. I can tell you're pissed about something so I will forgive your attitude for now."

Harry wanted to scream at her, he wanted to grab her and blame her and tell her what she had done, what had happened, but he was too weak and exhausted, so he could only manage an "Ok."

She gave him a small pill. "Here is a pain reliever. You'll be able to make it to the Hospital Wing on that. I have to go now."

He begrudgingly took it, grunting out a small, "thanks."

"Found it!" She called out. Then in a very quiet voice she murmured, "Your cum has been leaking out of me all day. It's fucking annoying."

Harry looked up, shocked, to see her give him a small smile before she caught back up with her friends around the corner. Shaking his head, he could only laugh, a broken, wretched laugh at the cruel turn of events that day, and the irony of it all.

Swallowing the pill, he staggered up to his feet, and levitated Ron slowly to the hospital wing, where the two of them would spend the night, and Hermione and Eve were nowhere to be found.

Physically he was injured but his wounds did not hurt nearly as much as his heart did.