**Harrys POV**
I love her. She was what I lived by. I think about her all of the time and I can never seem to get her out of my mind. When she plays Quidditch, she is so sleek on her broom and she can catch a Snitch with her eyes closed if she wanted. Jasmine was all I could think about today. In Potions, Snape took ten points from Gryffindor because I spaced out and added crushed beetle instead of crushed Ginger root to my potion. In Transfiguration, I accidentaly made a goldfish appear from trying to transform a mouse into a pencil. In Charms, I knocked poor Neville over the head with my textbook that I was lazily (and unknowingly) levitating about the classroom. Some would call this behavior utter craziness, but I couldn't help but think I was lovesick.
She was perfect inside and out and even if she was dating Draco Malfoy, I still cared for her more than any girl I've ever met. If only that rich b*****d Malfoy would move on to his next victim, I would have a chance with her. This was not at all like the little crush I had on Cho a while back, this was more than a crush. Somehow I knew I loved her before I even met her.
That day at dinner, I took my seat next to Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall. Upon sitting, I noticed (and was not surprised) that Hermione had her nose buried in a book entitled, 'Potion Making: The Complete Guide of Recipes'. Ron was already entranced in todays' Daily Prophet and didn't notice that I had sat down until Fred and George Weasley greeted me in unison.
"Hiya Harry."
"Hello, Fred. George," I nodded, sticking a fork in my steak and kidney pie.
"What's shakin' bacon? What I mean to say is, you have been all loony today. What's the matter with you, mate?" Ron asked with a serious look on his face.
"Hush up Ron. Even you aren't stupid enough not to know why Harry's been acting like this." Hermione butt in.
"Then what is that reason?" I asked skeptically, sipping my pumpkin juice and never letting my eyes leave hers.
"You, Harry, are obviously lovestruck," Hermione smirked toothily my way before burying her face back in the book.
"Who?" Ron asked simply, slurping his pumpkin juice.
"Noone." I replied hastily, twiddling my thumbs.
"Well, you're not doing a very good job being secretive, Harry. I know you're lyin', mate." Ron smirked knowingly.
"Just drop it, Ron," I said, getting annoyed.
"No. Tell me."
"Jasmine," I whispered.
Ron coughed in his spoonful of potatoes.
"You're in love with Malfoys' girl?"
I blushed and excused myself from the table with a mere grunt that I was getting off to bed.
All the while, I was thinking of her and the Celine Dion song "My Heart Will Go On" was running through my head. I( don't remember the last time I heard that song, but it was a very long time ago. I remember Aunt Petunia used to listen to the CD when she cleaned the kitchen often. I was so lost in my daydream that I hadn't realised I just walked into someone until they spat, "Watch were you're going, Potter." It was Malfoy. I shot him a nasty look.
**Jasmines POV**
"Draco? Is everthing allright?" I asked, taking his handand glancing at the boy who just bumped him.
"Yes, Jasmine. Let's get out of here," he demanded, taking my arm and heading toward the Slytherin dormitory. I looked behind me at the boy who stared ahead like he was in a trance. I smiled weakly as Draco continued to pull me along. Not long after I dissapeared with Draco, that Harry Potter ascended the stairs, head down and thinking of what he couldn't have.
"Draco? What-what are you doing?" I stood trembling before Draco. I had never been kissed like this before and it took me by surprise. And the fact that all of the Slytherin Common Room was witnessing the whole thing made me even more uncomfortable.
"Why, I am just kissing you, my darling," he replied, licking my face.
"Ugh! Draco, just--Stop!" I yelled, wiping his spit from my cheek with my sleeve. He just laughed, shook his head and looked around the room before grabbing my rear end and walking away. I scowled after him and ran out of the Common Room, softly crying to myself. I just ran and didn't realise really where I was going, I just wanted to get away from the satisfied looks on those girls' faces when I left. I stopped running and looked up. I was in front of the great double doors which led to the outside of the school.
I pondered the thought of going out for a bit, but decided better of it and sat myself on the stairs.
"Hello?" I jumped and stood straight up, turning around to face a figure descending the staircase before me.
"Who's there?" I replied.
"Oh, this is Harry. Who are you?" The voice asked, now getting closer to where I was standing. When he was close enough so Ii was able to see his face, I recognised him immediatly. Not by the scar on his head, but by his enchanting green eyes that lit up every time I glanced at him. It was definetly Harry Potter that was standing there.
"Jasmine. What are you doing here?" I questioned softly.
"Oh, um, I was um...exploring the castle," he replied, looking me in the eye with a smile on his face.
"Oh really?" I let out a low laugh.
"Well, what are you doing out of bed?" he challenged.
I looked at him, eyes flaming. "That is none of your business," I said.
"Allright then. But can you at least tell me why you were crying?" I froze.
"How did you know--?"
"I can tell. You ran past me up there a few minutes ago and you looked pretty upset. Do you wanna talk about it?" He said gently.
"There's nothing to talk about," I spat, tears leaking once again from my eyes. I turned away quickly so Harry wouldn't see my pain, but it was too late.
"I'm sorry. Hey! Would you want to go to the kitchens with me and get some food?" He asked. I looked at him unbelievingly.
"You know where the kitchens are?" I asked. "Sure I do. Well, with help from Fred and George Weasley, that is," he let out a low laugh and turned to me. "Sooo,"
"Allright," I smiled. "I haven't got anything better to do." He seemed pleased with my answer and took my hand.
"Oh, I almost forgot," he started, picking something transparent from the stair. "Invisibility cloak," he explained quickly before draping it over both of us. It was akward, but at the same time I felt like I belonged....
"Here we are," I said, turning to her and pulling the cloak off us.
"Wow..." She marveled pleasently at the kitchen like she'd never seen one before. I laughed. The house elves were already bringing us treats and coffee.
"This is brilliant, Harry. I never even knew this was here..." Her beautiful face softened and she laughed when Dobby the house elf came running to me with a tea cozy on his head and mis-matched socks on his feet.
"Hello, Dobby," I greeted trying not to sound too harsh when I told him off for being a nuisance.
"I just love house elves. I used to have one at home. Her name was Bernice," she explained, sipping her coffee.
"Really? I wish I had a house elf of my own. I mean, it could clean the dormitories, make my bed, get me candy...but of course, Hermione would kill me," I laughed just thinking about what Hermione would do if I had a house elf.
"Hermione...oh yes. Hermione. Draco speaks very...nasty of her. Calls her a Mudblood and all that type of shennanigans," she explained.
"Oh, he would," I fumed.
"I'm kind of getting the feeling that you don't like Draco very much," she said, looking downtrodden for a moment then looking up at me with those bright hazel eyes.
"Well, we have sort of a...past I guess you could say," I explained, biting into a slice of blueberry crumble. She smiled.
"Is that right?" I laughed,
"A-yup!"
She laughed, but then stopped abruptly, staring at the wall. I turned around to see what she was looking at. Nothing was there.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes," She said, looking down at her shoes.
"I think I should go. Draco will be worried about me and--" she trailed off.
"Okay. I would be worried if I were him," I smiled outside. On the inside I was ready to break down; I had gotten this far and now it would all end. She probably would never talk to me again...
"That's sweet, Harry. So, I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I said, brightening up, "I'll just take you back."
"Harry, I think I can find my way back, thanks." She said and turned to leave. I sat back, waiting for her to turn around and embrace me and tell me she never loved Malfoy...but she didn't.
She was gone a few minutes before I decided to leave. I put on my Invisibility Cloak and walked out of the kitchen, shutting the portrait behind me.
"Draco I-"
"Jasmine! Just...sod off will you? Don't you think I know bloody well where you were last night? You were with Finnigan, weren't you?" Draco scowled.
"No, Draco I wasn't with Seamus...I told you nothing went on between us," I said.
"Then who were you with? I know you were with someone, Jasmine. I am no fool to think you were so obliviously cheerful this morning for no reason." Draco spat, seizing my shoulder.
"I was with Harry P-" my sentence was not finished...Draco slapped me across the face and stormed out of the common room, everyone staring after him. I looked around the room and everyone was staring at me as if to say, "Thats why you don't upset Malfoy."
Pansy Parkinson looked up from her Potions textbook to throw me a smug look.
I picked up my knapsack and headed off to breakfast with tears in my eyes. I plopped down on the Ravenclaw bench, far away from any Ravenclaws of course. I ate in silent lucidity and thought of Dracos' words to me on the night we first kissed-
*Flashback*
We pulled apart in reverie, looking into each others eyes. I never felt so loved before in my life by another man. Draco pulled me toward his eager lips again and I smiled into his sweet kiss.
"I think I might be in lpve with you, Jasmine. Iv'e never felt this way about anyone. You are so beautiful and soft.." he stroked my cheek with his long fingers.
"Talk to me like lovers do, Draco.."
"I want to be with you forever and I want to kiss you every chance I get," he kissed me. "And love you every day from now on. We were meant to be, Jasmine. We were meant to be..."
*End Flashback*
I looked up from my untouched eggs to see a Ravenclaw boy look intently at me. He looked to be a third year, wore square shaped glasses, and had blonde hair that was almost white. I met the boys' gaze and he looked away, turning back toward his group of friends. When it was finally time to leave for first class, I swung my knapsack angrily over my right shoulder and walked to class alone.
I was in front of the dungeon door for Potions when Draco and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle poked a bit of nasty fun at me.
"Heh heh heh, Jasmine loves Potter! Oooh I loove you my wonderful Harry, I wanna marry you!" Goyle laughed along with Draco and Crabbe.
"Yeah I heard that Jasmines been seeing Potter late at night in his dormitory," Draco shot, making the small group of Slytherins that gathered laugh.
I turned my back to them and cried until the door opened and everyone was greeted by Professor Snape.
"Oh, here comes your sex slave now, Jasmine," Draco laughed. I turned around furiously and shot a nasty look at the three. I waltzed into Potions with a scowl and sat down next to Seamus Finnigan and Lavender Brown, two Gryffindors.
"Settle down, settle down! Today we will be learning the proper ingredients of the Serpent Scale potion, since none of you except Mr. Malfoy mastered it the other day..." Snape droned, scowling at Harry and a few other Gryffindors. I was so distraught by the end of class that I bumped into a lot of first years on my way to History of Magic.
After many lazy apologies to the bubbling children, I made my way to class avoiding anyone but the people I trusted...which was nobody but Harry at the moment.
