LESSONS IN LOVE
Chapter Five
The feeling of yesterday's shower
had done nothing but let the feeling continue. Rose was pent up with emotion
for Harry. He had made a big impact on her life. She knew her crush was taking a
toll. It was showing in her studies. Term papers left in her notebook passed
overdue. She was receiving horrible grades. She knew the only way to solve her
problem was to end what was bothering her. Harry was the only one who could
help her.
After her class, she was walking
down the hall, sweating from the heat. She accidentally dropped her books.
Jack, from far away, ran to help her. He saw her. He knew something was wrong
with her. She looked at him with lust in her eyes.
"Hello, Jack." She
smiled at him like she never had before.
"Hi." He smiled back.
"Thanks for helping me with
my books." She touched his hand.
"Sure. No problem. Something
wrong?" He looked at her.
She pulled him into another
classroom, dragging him by the hand. He had no idea what was up, it all
happened so fast. She was flushed from the heat. She pulled Jack into a heated
embrace. He kissed her.
He wanted this so much, he went
with it. He didn't care about Harry. It was important that she wanted him, but
why all of a sudden? He pulled back. "Rose, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Can't I just kiss
you without explanation?" Rose asked.
"Sure, but you’re with
Harry," he reminded her.
"Yeah, but I can't find him,
and I need this. Jack, I want sex," she said flat out.
"Shouldn't that be a choice
you make when you love someone?" he asked her.
"Yeah, but I am in extreme
need, and I have no idea why." Rose started to unbutton his shirt.
"Go to Harry. That's who you
really want to be with. Not me." He pushed her away.
"Jack, I do love you. Maybe
not like Harry, but I feel a connection between us." She took his mouth.
"Connection?" He parted
again from her.
"Don't deny it, Jack. I see
it in your eyes. You want me." She trailed her hand down his chest.
"I do, but you’re with
Harry." He caught her hand.
He kept reminding her about
Harry, so she got the hint. "I’ve got to find him." She left her
books in the classroom.
Jack didn't know why she was
acting so strangely.
She found Harry walking down the
hall with Hermione and Ron.
"Princess!" Harry said.
"Hi, Harry, Ron,
Hermione." She waved. "I need to speak with you in private." She
grabbed his hand.
"Sure. Excuse us, Ron,
Hermione." He smiled at them.
Ron and Hermione left them alone.
They went down the hall and turned down the next hall. When Rose saw that no
one was in sight, she pulled him to her. She grasped his wrist to touch her
chest and brought his head down to kiss her. She moaned against him, feeling
relief.
"What's wrong, love?"
he asked her.
"I need you so bad,
Harry." She traced the outline of his robes, feeling warm.
"As do I. Listen, some of us
are going out tonight. How about we step up this relationship to the next
step?" Harry asked.
"You mean it?" She was
giddy.
"Yeah. Since you’re my girlfriend,
I would like to take you flying tonight, and a little something more in mind
after flying. Want to go to Hogsmead?" He caressed her neck with his
fingers.
"Sure. What do you have in
mind?" She played on with his little charade.
"Dinner, and then
dessert." He kissed her.
"Sounds good." She
winked her eye at him.
"Date?" he asked.
"It's a date, babe."
She pinched him on his butt.
Overwhelmed by the sound of a
date with him, she fainted. Harry wondered what had happened to her. She never
acted like this, but then, he hardly knew Rose. He carried her over to Madam
Pomfrey.
"Put her here," she
instructed Harry. "What happened?" she asked.
"I asked her out and she
fainted," Harry told her.
"Looks like a case of
amortentia," Pomfrey said.
"What's that?" Harry
asked.
"Someone slipped her a love
potion, Harry." Madam Pomfrey touched Rose's head.
"Any clue when?" he
asked her.
"It had to be recent. You
asked her on a date. Has she had any other contact with anyone else?" she
asked him.
"Not that I know of."
He had no clue.
"Stay close. She's going to
need you, more than you know." Madam Pomfrey dragged the curtain around
her bed.
"What are you saying?"
Harry scratched his temple.
"The effects of this potion
are very tricky. There's different types of this potion. I don't know which one
she used. There're three steps to this--first base, second, and third."
Madam Pomfrey was unsure at the time what was really happening.
"You mean she's gonna need
someone to do all this intimate stuff with?" Harry asked.
"Correct, Harry. We won't
let this get too far. You'll never have to go all the way with her," Madam
Pomfrey assured him.
"Do I have to do
anything?" he asked.
"Just follow her along with
her symptoms. If she chooses another partner, you’re going to have to find
him." Madam Pomfrey was fixing the sheets as she talked to Harry.
"All right," Harry
pondered, wondering who she could have passed on the way. He had no idea. It
could be anyone in the whole school.
Rose awoke. "Glad you’re
here." She smiled.
"Thanks. Listen, did you
pass anyone in the hall just before you came to see me?" he asked her.
"Just Jack Dawson.
Why?" She looked at him with desire.
"Did you do anything with
him?" He had to be sure.
"Can't remember." She
had no recollection of what she had done.
"All right. I have to speak
to him. You stay here, okay? I will be back later." He patted her hand.
"All right." She
spanked him as he got up to leave.
"You’re gonna be the death
of me, Rose. Voldemort will thank you for that." He smiled awkwardly.
"He won't touch you. I
promise that." She smiled.
Harry smiled and left, going to
find Jack to tell him what had happened to Rose. He hoped that she hadn't done
anything with him, because if she had, he wouldn't know what part would be his.
He also hoped she didn't have to go to third base, because if she did, he was
going to be the one to give himself to her, not Jack.