Butterfly

Common Ground

Harry Potter, ebony hair soaked wet, climbed through portrait hole. He clutched his Golden Egg - the clue for the second Triwizard task - in one hand, and his invisibility cloak in the other. He couldn't believe how early it was. Merlin, he was tired.

The fire in the Gryffindor common room was still alight, and Harry sat down on the floor next to it cross-legged, trying to get dry. His white t-shirt and long black pyjama pants were soaking with water. Shivering, he placed the egg and the cloak on the common room floor, trying to get closer to the hearth to get warm. He watched as the red-yellow flames danced and darted around behind the black grate.

He eyed the egg and tossed if from hand to hand, thinking. What on earth could someone not 'sing above the ground?' mean? Harry watched the golden or as it went from hand to hand with a clanking sound, running the limerick he had heard in the Prefect's bathtub over in his head.

The Gryffindor boy's dorm door opened, and out came a bleary eyed Dean, hair tussled. He yawned, and upon seeing his dorm-mate Harry, glared.

"Mate, go to bed, will you? You're making a racket with that bloody egg!"

"Oh," said Harry sheepishly, and put down the golden clue. "Sorry, Dean. I'll be up in a minute or two."

Dean sleepily nodded, and started to trudge back up stairs.

Frowning, Harry called out quietly, "Hey, Dean! If someone was couldn't sing above ground, where would they sing?"

Dean turned around, looking at Harry like he had asked the stupidest thing in the world.

"You git, they'd bloody well sing underground!" he cried, irritated. Dean Thomas could be grumpy when he didn't get enough sleep. Or when his football team lost.

Dean then stomped loudly off to bed, leaving Harry mentally whacking himself on the head. Of course they'd be underground…but where?"Harry?" came a lovely and sleepy voice from behind the Boy-Who-Lived. "W-What time is it? And what are you doing up so late…" Harry looked around to see Parvati looking at her watch, then frowning. "…so early…?"

Parvati, still half asleep, frowned even more as she looked at Harry.

"You're all wet," she said stating the obvious.

Harry looked down at himself, and blushed. "Uhm, yeah…I took a late night…early morning…bath."

Parvati blinked again, and found that she was having trouble breathing. Harry's wet white t-shirt was so wet that it was almost see-through, and it was sticking to his slightly muscled abdomen. Harry smelt like strawberries. He must have had a bubble bath. Parvati smiled as she trudged over to Harry. The scent was really nice…

All of a sudden, Parvati's vision started to sway. Everything became blurry, the colours changed, the room spun, there was a bright light and then as quickly as the sensation had came it went.

Harry jumped up as Parvati swayed on her feet, her eyes closing, and grabbed her just before she fell to the floor.

"Parvati?" he whispered anxiously as he dropped slowly to the floor, leaning against the common room lounge as he cradled Parvati's head in lap. "Are you all right? Can you hear to me?"

Harry was at loss of what to do, and his mind was racing. He should really get someone to help, like Hermione or something—

"Parvati!" he cried in a soft voice, making sure not to wake anyone up. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Parvati raised her head from Harry's lap, with Harry supporting her as she got into a comfortable position sitting next to him.

"Uh…" Parvati began, not quite sure herself. She had never experienced a sensation like that before. One minute she was swaying and the next her mind was totally clear and focused. "I must be just really tired….or maybe it was the smell of strawberries. Did you have a bubble bath?"

"That's what made you collapse?" Harry queried. He shifted guilty.

"I'm so sorry, Parvti," Harry apologised. "I took a bath with all this weird soap stuff, I guess the scent must not have worn off yet."

"That's okay," Parvati forgave quickly. "Uhm, thanks for…you know, catching me there…"

Parvati nervously gave Harry a swift kiss on his cheek as a sign on gratitude. Harry blushed.

Harry smiled goofily at Parvati for a while.

"Are they bunnies on your pyjamas?" he inquired after a moment, his goofy smile turning into a mischievous grin. He was staring as the purple and pink rabbits on her pyjamas legs raced. He'd never seen magical pyjamas, and was quite fascinated.

Parvati glared and poked out her tongue childishly. "Yes," she said, pretending to be miffed. "Says the guy who wears his cousin's clothes!" she fired back.

Harry made a face. "They're hand-me-downs from my cousin, who's like the size of a whale. They're pretty bad, aren't they!"

Parvati smiled. "Just a little…"

Despite the early hour, the two stayed awake to talk to each other, steadily growing more comfortable and confident in each other's presence. After talking of Quidditch, the Triwizard Tournament, school peers and lessons, they started reaching more private things.

"My Dad's dead," said Parvati softly, a sort of sad smile playing on her lips. "Something else we have in common."

"Really?" Harry's emerald eyes were kind.

"Yeah. When Padma and I were five, Mum came into the playroom, crying, saying that Daddy wouldn't come from work today. He was an Auror."

"I'm so sorry, Parvati," said Harry.

"That's all right."

Harry yawned loudly. "I'm so tired," he noted with a laugh.

Parvati yawned too. "I am as well, I think I might actually go to bed."

Harry stood and pulled Parvati up by her hand. He noticed it was soft and warm.

"Can I have a good night kiss?" Harry asked softly, nuzzling his nose against hers, his breath warm on her lips.

Parvati very happily obliged.


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