Harry Potter and the Heir of Slytherin

It was not unexpected when Lisa hugged him. He knew it was coming, yet it did not diminish the thrill he felt when she pressed her body against his. He really was beginning to enjoy the feel of Lisa pressing herself against him while he held her in his arms.

Gods be damned hormones.

"You'd better," Lisa mumbled in his ear before taking a step back and giving him a smile. She definitely looked better than their last goodbye. Harry did not even see her tear ducts beginning to form water.

As Harry stared at his friend, a strange impulse came over him, one he acted on before his brain caught up with him and told him he should not do what he was about to do. Leaning forward ever so slightly, Harry pressed his lips against his friends cheek, enjoying the momentary contact of her skin on his lips. At least, until he realized what he had done and reared his head back as if he had been struck in the face by a stinging hex.

Harry stared at his friend in horror, all the blood draining from his face as the opposite happened with Lisa and blood began rushing to her cheeks. The blush that began as two small dots on her cheeks soon spread to the rest of her face, all the way up to her scalp and then down her neck. It would not surprise him if it even extended well past her chest.

"Uh..." Smoother words had never been spoken. As Harry tried to get his brain to reboot without success, Lisa raised a hand to the cheek he had just kissed.

"H-Harry?"

The words jolted Harry into action, an action he would forever be ashamed of until the day he died.

Harry Potter ran away.

"Gotta go! I'll see you later, Lise!"

"Hey! Wait! Harry!"

And with that, Harry ran out the door and onto the street. Because of this, he missed Misses Crawft's 'aw, how cute!', however, he mostly certainly did not miss Lisa's shout of 'MUM!' right before disapparating with a slight crack.

Hormones, they truly were the bane of his existence.

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Harry's apparition point was one that he had planned a week in advance. Now that he knew where King's Cross was, it was very easy to just apparate there. Apparition required not only clear knowledge on where something was geographically located, but also a clear image that could be conjured within one's mind in order to create the 'wormhole' as Harry had taken to calling it, from one point to another.

His apparition point in this instance was a small restroom stall that he had placed a muggle repelling charm around the last time he had been at King's Cross. He had used enough magic to make it last a few days. Any non magical human who went near it would suddenly remember they had something better to do than use the stall he had chosen.

His appearance was nowhere near as silent as it usually was this time, such was the haste in which he had apparated. The crack was loud enough that one of the people using the urinals several feet from the affected area of his repelling charm yelped in surprise at the sound and spun around, spraying urine all over the floor.

"God dammit! Shit!"

Harry ignored the swearing as he stepped out of the stall he had apparated into. He was about to begin heading for the door when the man who had been using the urinal stopped him.

"Eh? What are you doing here, kid? I don't remember ―"

Before the man could go any further, Harry waved a hand in front of his face. The face of the man who was wearing a gray business suit went slack jawed and his eyes glazed over.

"You will forget you ever saw me here."

"I will forget I ever saw you here," the dazed man repeated in a droning voice that reminded Harry of Professor Binns.

"You will also inform someone that you had a bit of an accident in the restroom and it needs to be cleaned up."

"I will inform someone that I made a mess and it needs to be cleaned up."

Harry nodded his head, then turned around. He paused, however, then turned back around and waved his hand one more time on impulse.

"By the way, these are not the droids you're looking for."

"These are not the droids I'm looking for."

Satisfied and feeling more than a bit amused, Harry left the restroom and stepped into the busy walkway of King's Cross station. Despite how crowded the station was, with people moving to and fro in every direction and leaving very few gaps in between where someone could slip through, the raven haired youth still managed to seamlessly work his way into the flow of traffic and begin walking towards his destination.

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