Harry's POV

As I was going deeper, I felt my body's temperature rise. I opened my eyes to look at the girl under me, still thrusting myself hard and fast into her. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. A sexy and satisfied smile appeared on her lips and I started kissing her neck as I felt myself coming. As I groaned in her ears, she started moaning quite loud as her fingers were softly caressing my hair.

"Damn, Harry." she whispered.

I let myself fall next to her, exhausted, and my hand sweetly ran one last time on her breasts. She interwined my fingers with hers and I looked in her eyes.

"Wanna sleep here tonight?" I asked.

She smiled at me and sat up.

"No. You know that as long as I'm not your official girl, all you get is sex." she answered.

I licked my lips and sighed, looking at her dressing back up.

"Livia?"

She turned around and I took a big breath. For a moment, I stayed silent. A lot of thoughts were flying in my head. I've seen my past years here, at Hogwarts, and all the pain I had with girls, as if I was living it again.

"Yes?"

I got out of my thought and sighed.

"Nothing." I finally lied, looking up at the ceiling.

Livia sighed at her turn and sent me a weak smile.

"Alright. I'll see you around. 'Night Potter."

As she left, I noticed how much I hated when she called me that. I turned around roughly in my bed and tried for what seemed like hours to fall asleep.

When I got in the great hall the next day, most of my friends were sitten at the Gryffindor's table.

I let myself fall on a chair next to Hermione and rubbed my eyes.

"The night was long and... exhausting?" Ron said with that stupid grin he'd always do when he was talking about sex.

Hermione got a weird look on her face, as if she felt superior, or wanted to look like it for a moment.

"I was with Livia, if that's what you're saying." I told Ron, looking at some muffins that appeared just for me.

Hermione just let out a small noise, meaning she was offensed by what we were saying and seemed suddenly really interested by her plate.

"Calm down Hermione. If something's normal, it's obviously that."

"She's a slytherin."

I rolled my eyes.

"I know you don't like her, but she's a good person." I defended the girl I myself, didn't want to go out with.

"Whatever."

I turned around and saw her in deep conversation with Malfoy. On Draco's laps was Livia's little sister, Linz. I frowned, remembering yesterday when he was deeply making out with an other girl called Mon.

"Such a player." I whispered, glaring at my biggest ennemy.

"You shouldn't talk."

I turned again to my best friend and looked in her eyes, getting pissed.

"What does that mean?" I asked, frowning.

"You're just playing with Olivia. All you do is fuck her when you know she wants more." She answered, her lips real small out of anger.

"You don't know shit Hermione. And talking about shit, leave mine alone."

She got up quick and in a rude way. Everyone jumped and looked at her.

"Fine. You two are just perfectly fine for each other. Stubborn and bitchy."

With those last words, she left, walking straight with her head up in a proud way.

I turned around only to see Ron and Julie madly making out and I sighed.

"Get a room!" I said.

Ron's lips left Julie's long enough to answer me.

"Good idea!"

With that, they got up and left. I didn't even check them out. I didn't want to see the show they were given. Actually, I didn't wanna see the show everyone was given in this room. It almost seemed like the only ones who were not doing naughty stuff were Livia and I.

I looked at her again and our eyes met. She smiled to me half a second and turned again to Malfoy.

I closed my eyes and finally hit my head on the table in despair.