[Corridors] fondest memories (Harri)

[Felicity Locke]

Saturday, Saturday, Sattuurrddaaayy! Thank goodness for the weekend. No classes, nice weather and no homework—at least for this studious Claw. So what was she going to do today now that the whole day was free? Hmm, tough decision. Well, first came getting out of bed and getting dressed. Her room mates were still sleeping, which came to no surprise for her because she had woken up abnormally early this morning. Felicity quickly threw on her outfit and tugged down the skirt so her fingertips only went slightly past the edge. The outfit was a little dressier than normal, she would admit, but today felt like one of those days.

After Felicity brushed her hair and checked her reflection in the mirror, she found her hair had curled against last night. Oh how she loved when that happened. Grinning, she spun around and tip-toed out the door. She made her way as quietly as she could down the stairs, just in case anyone else could hear her thumping down the steps. Fay dashed out the door and sent a quick wave over her shoulder to the Ravenclaws just entering. Some shook their heads and murmured to each other in that knowing way. Ah, Felicity.

Now, what to do. She could go to the Great Hall and see who was there…but she wasn’t exactly hungry right now. Why not make a stop over to the Gryffindor Common Room to go see if a certain someone wanted to come eat breakfast with her? Grinning at the thought, Felicity changed direction and scurried up the stairs. She didn’t want to seem too eager once she arrived—less the Fat Lady make fun of her again—so she slowed down her pace to a walk.

As she neared the common room, paintings began to turn their heads once they heard her heels clicking down the hallway. A small blush spread across her cheeks as she continued, but she didn’t look towards the paintings. Felicity stopped walking once she was in front of the Fat Lady, who currently had her back turned to the Ravenclaw. Mustering up the most believable smile she could, Fay placed her hands behind her back. “Morning!” The Fat Lady grumbled and turned back around to face her.

“Really, you again? Do you have nothing better to do with your time than come bother me?”
“Do you have nothing to do with your time than be rude to me?” Felicity responded back, more harsh than her initial greeting. The Fat Lady snorted and rolled her eyes. “Why one of my Gryffindors would choose you seems preposterous. You obviously have no class, and dearie, you’re perfectly plain looking.” The Fat Lady ‘hmphed’ and crossed her arms. Fay placed her hands on her hips and leaned closer to the painting. “Look here, it’s not my fault that your some bitter old lady in a painting!”

“Old? Why I never!”
“Bitter too, but I believe that comes with old age.”
“Well if you think you’re coming in here to see one of my lovely Gryffindors then you’re sorely mistaken miss!”
“And if you think that I won’t blast a bloomin’ hole in the wall to get in there, then you’re sorely mistaken!”

[Harrison Greg]

Detention was never a fun thing and having to do it on a weekend was Harrison’s idea of the perfect Saturday, luckily however Professor Casaubon seemed to have some form of sympathy with the Gryffindor not making the detention stupidly early. And so it was to the sound of Blake’s laughter that Harri started to dress himself and as tradition with it being the weekend he liked to make his own little fashion statement. His bright blue shoes padded down the steps, his perfectly cut hair bounced with the motions. In true Harrison fashion as soon as he entered the main common room area he was their winking and saluting his normal crowd but then his blue eyes landed on the figure of Kieran Davies, oh how he despised that boy.

With a small grumble of expletives that would not be suitable to even write the Gryffindor headed straight for the portrait of the old lady and towards the stairwell. The problem, or not such a problem in his eyes, was that a certain Ravenclaw was standing outside seemingly threatening the precious Gryffindor house portrait. With a slight lopsided grin Harri slipped out of the small gap before out of pure habit jumping feet first into the conversation.

“I hope your not threatening our lady?” Harri grinned over at the Ravenclaw being momentarily caught by how radiant she was looking. However tearing his gaze away he laid eyes on the Fat Lady once more and he shot her his true cocky smile that almost seemed to bring a light blush to her painted cheeks.
“Oh Mr Greg.” She giggled
“Why don’t I take this Ravenclaw away my love? Save you some hassle.”
“Always the gentleman Mr Greg.”

With a small nod of the head and a throaty chuckle Harrison strode forward and gently laid a hand on Fay’s arm as a sign to lead her away. He could guess why Fay was here, she was there to go and she Kieran and be all lovey dovey on the sofa almost as if to rub it in his face that he had got Fay and not Harri. The thought that someone who had the choice of being with him had basically turned up their nose and went off with another house mate…that was worse then a bad hair day in his eyes.

“You need to be careful who you threaten Miss Locke. The paintings will come and get you as you sleep.”

[Felicity Locke]

“A hole in the school? How barbaric!”
“There’s suits of armor that come alive and you’re worried about a hole in the wall being barbaric?!”
“At least the suits of armor know when to keep their mouths shut unlike some people.”
“You know it’s really not flattering to talk about yourself.”
“Why you-”

Luckily for Felicity, the lady was cut off by a Gryffindor exiting the common room. She tore her eyes away from the portrait to see that oh-so memorable smile grinning at her. Why, it was Harrison to the rescue! Rescue for the Fat Lady at least, because an angry veela was not something to be toyed with. But, it seemed he wasn’t going to be on Felicity’s side today. She huffed angrily at his accusation and crossed her arms across her chest. The Fat Lady was blushing, charmed like every other girl that ever met Harrison. Gryffindors and their portraits, hmph.

Still fuming, she shot a glare over her shoulder at the portrait as Harrison began to lead her forward. Stupid, annoying painting, ruining her day like that. The nerve of it! Just because she controlled the Gryffindor common room didn’t mean that she could act all high and mighty like she freaking owned the place! Grumbling under her breath, Felicity glared at the floor as they walked. Shoulder hunched and hair covering her face, she looked as menacing and she did beautiful at that moment.

“I believe it’s the paintings that should worry.” She looked up at Harrison, the quick motion pushing her hair back and revealing those brown—nearly gray—eyes that glared up at her supposed savior. And as she looked up at him, she noticed that his sunglasses were nowhere in sight. Strange, since he wore then constantly. Her gaze trailed downward, stopping at his vibrantly colored shoes. He was dressed extra casually today, compared to her get-up. Even Fay had to admit, it looked quite nice on him.

“So, do all of you Gryffindors have good timing, or is it just you?” A grin was allowed to cross her face after the statement. “You always seem to pop up when I need some company.” She paused for a moment, before another large grin spread across her face. “Or when other people need saving from me. I’ll bet that the Fat Lady will be sitting there waiting all day just for you to come back do she can thank you some more.” Like all of the other girls that Harrison talked to.

Speaking of which, where was his usual girl possee? About now, they would come squealing down the halls with shrieks of ‘Harrison!’ as Felicity would be dragged into hiding again and once more hated by the girl population.

[Harrison Greg]

From experience with Felicity Locke Harrison knew that she was not far wrong with her statement about the paintings needing to be worry. The Ravenclaw had a deadly personality as her outer exterior and beautiful features drew you in but at the drop of a hat she could turn into a vicious creature that would make a Slytherin look like an angel. Thankfully however he had never seen this side of Fay first hand that often, when it came to the opposite sex Harri knew that it was always best to stay on their good side. Even now as they wondered down the corridor side by side Harrison could feel the gaze of Fay upon him but he did not turn to look, his eyes were fixed on the horizon and the opposite end of the corridor.

“Ah, well that will be my spidey senses. I was bitten by a radioactive spider you know.” He just could not help it; the wide smile just filled his face as he looked over at Felicity. There was something about hanging around with this Ravenclaw that allowed him to be himself and as his hands dug deep into his jean pockets he gave a small, uncharacteristic shrug of his shoulders. It was true that this slight incident with Fay and Kieran had put dampers on his confidence as the realisation was slowly sinking in that maybe not everyone in the school was head over heels madly in love with him. “I am just happy I can be around to be a service of you Miss Locke.”

The two of them had wide grins plastered across their faces and Harrison could not remember the last time he smiled this much. Recently, with the stress of exams, Quidditch, Blake licking his wounds after Rikeo leaving him and of course this whole Kieran business it was not really the same Harrison Greg that now wondered down the corridor. But with every step he took and every second he spent with Fay he could feel himself growing once more and ready to come bursting out of his dark hiding place.

“Ah well, the Fat Lady is always waiting for me to appear.” Harrison teased as he leaned closer in towards Fay as if he was sharing a secret with her. “In truth I think she is in love with me, but to be honest she is not my type. She is to…too….2D!” He gave a small chuckle before breaking into a light jog and heading towards a statue of a wizard who seemed to be looking rather smug. “Now this is much more my type. 3D, fashion sense and that long beard is just so becoming.” Harrison had automatically slipped into his camp voice; his left hand had flopped into the stereotypical pose for a gay man as he flicked his head to move his fringe out of his eyes.

[Felicity Locke]

Now that she thought of it, had Felicity ever seen Harrison mad? Scared yes, several times, happy nearly all the time, annoying as hell a lot of the time too…but never mad. Strange, wasn’t it? Felicity’s emotions showed so plainly on her face that she didn’t even attempt to hide her anger when she was around others. Harri, on the other hand, was always smiling when he was by her and joking with her. Well, maybe it was a good thing that she had never seen him mad. That meant that she didn’t usually piss him off.

“Spidey senses? My my, that is amazing.” She muttered, rolling her eyes at his ridiculous statement. “Those radioactive spiders are such nuisances at times.” The sarcasm in her voice was evident, but a grin could not be kept from her lips. As he shrugged, in an unusual, not-at-all-Harrison way with no confidence, her smile faltered. Felicity tilted her head slightly and gazed curiously up at him, trying to somehow draw the answer out of thin air. “Don’t make it sound so formal.” She reached up on her tiptoes and placed her arm on his shoulder, in that buddy-buddy type of thing. “But I like spending time with you too.”

As they sank into a comfortable silence, Felicity found herself humming under her breath. When was the last time she had talked to Harri anyway? It had been a while actually. That was strange, considering the amount of time she had spent outside arguing with the Fat Lady. She had been a bad friend hadn’t she? The thought had her brows creasing in worry, and she glanced at Harrison out of the corner of her eyes.

“Well I don’t doubt it sir! How can she resist a cute Gryffindor like you?” Felicity reached up and pat his cheek lightly. After his whispered confession, Fay had to press her hand against her mouth to suppress her laughter. “Poor Fat Lady, her ultimate demise is that she’s only a painting!” She said in a whisper, complete with a dramatic tone. As Harrison jogged toward the statue, she found she couldn’t run and laugh without running desperately out of air. So she walked—albeit strangely with one arm wrapped around her stomach and her other hand suppressing her laughter—to where Harrison was standing.

Now the pose is what really did her in. She broke into hysterics, laughing and hiccupping to try to catch her breath again. Felicity placed her hand on Harrison’s arm as she bent over, still laughing. “Stop…Stop…I can’t breathe!” After a few giggles escaped, she managed to straighten back up and control her breathing once more. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she grinned back up at Harrison. “After all this laughing, I should have abs of steel.” Fay pressed her hands against her stomach and winced.

[Harrison Greg]

Never in his years had Harrison ever thought he would actually feel jealous and never would he have expected to feel that stomach turning feeling of self pity and despair that for once in your life the one thing you want you can not have. Being the eldest of three siblings Harri had to be the responsible one but had an amazing habit of getting his own way but life was never fair and you never got everything to go your own way. The problem for the young Gryffindor was that the one thing he sort of wanted was annoyingly in reach, he could smell her perfume, feel the warmth of her breath and as she rested her arm on his shoulder and then gently tapping his cheek he was convinced his heart would explode out of his chest with the speed it was beating.

But all these emotions were useless and wasted upon her considering Fay was with Kieran and so doing the only thing that Harrison knew he shoved these thoughts to the back of his mind, buried that pain right down and acted his way through life if anything just to bring that radiant smile to Fay’s already stunning face. And it seemed to be working!

As he stood with his right arm wrapped around the statue of the old looking wizard his wide smile could not be suppressed as the laughter slowly started to escape. Trying to swallow it back to try and keep up the act Harrison leaned towards the old wizard with puckered lips and placed a large kiss on the cold stone lips. “I think we make a lovely couple don’t you darling?” His camp voice was still in full flow as he unwrapped his arm from around his stone boyfriend and strut over towards Fay as she claimed not to be able to breathe.

“Gasp. Does this mean you have not been getting your exercise? That boyfriend of yours has clearly not been doing his duties.” With a small chuckle Harrison knew the double meaning of this statement and hoped he could play it off as a simple playful remark and he was sure that his wide eyes and lopsided grin would somehow work in his favour. “But then what is the gay best friend for?” Taking the brave step forward Harri linked arms with Fay, acting more like primary school children then high school. “Unless Bradyn has been neglecting those duties too.”

[Felicity Locke]

(( Poor Harri! -hugs- ))

For a veela, Felicity was strangely oblivious when it came to her own life. Sure Harri might’ve flirted a bit, but he was always a flirt, so she didn’t think anything of it. Honestly, that man could probably snag a date with any one of the girls in the school if he wanted, so you couldn’t blame her for not considering herself one of the girls he would consider. Life wasn’t fair, and that’s why the two of them were here. Harri, pretending to be happy just for the sake of Felicity, and Fay being oblivious to the pain she was causing.

In truth, she couldn’t really imagine herself not talking to Harrison on a regular basis. Just look what the boy could do to keep her mind off of unpleasant thoughts! She had almost completely forgotten about her argument with the Gryffindor portrait by just one silly comment. He had her in hysterics in a moment, and she honestly didn’t know anyone else who could do that to her. He was a valued asset to her life. Selfish, isn’t it?

“Of course, of course, such a lovely couple!” She had managed to control her laughter enough to respond to him, but as she saw a few chuckles escape from him, she couldn’t stop the laughter from building up again. How strange did they look? Harrison making googly eyes at some statue and Felicity nearly rolling on the ground with laughter. The school population probably thought that they were crazy…or drunk…or a combination of the two.

“Are you accusing me of being out of shape?” She placed a hand on her hip as she spoke. “Are you…are you calling me fat?!” A small, dramatic sob escaped from her as she turned away and held her arm in front of her eyes. As she turned back to him, Felicity made sure to have her lower lip stuck out in a pout and fake tears forming in her eyes. But at his mention of “gay best friend”, a smile broke through her carefully constructed mask.

“Gay best friend?” There was a note of skepticism in her voice and she raised one eyebrow. None the less, Felicity linked arms with him and began to walk again. “I’m pretty sure Bray isn’t gay Harri…” She muttered, tiptoeing around the subject. Shrugging off the comment as a simple statement—and not an accusation—she looked away from Harrison to a group of approaching girls. Grimacing, she waited for the squeals of ‘Harrison!’, but was pleasantly surprised when none came.

Unfortunately for her, something else did happen.

A spell was shot, or something was conveniently placed in her way, no matter what the case was, Fay someone knew it was the fault of the group. Her foot hooked on something, and with her fantastic balance, Fay lurched forward. Flailing slightly, she unlinked her arm with Harrison and fell with a sickening thud onto her hands and knees. Wincing, she lifted up one hand to find her palm red and scuffed up. The snickers left behind from the girls were evidence enough to prove her theory. “Well…this is awkward.”

[Harrison Greg]

Brave, noble and slightly intelligent where how some people describe Gryffindors, they were the IT house simply because Harry Potter graced their commonroom. But just like everyone in the castle (even the professors) they where just immature teenagers who all went through the same things at one point or another. So although at the moment Harrison was hurting slightly he knew he would get over it and so for now he would be that noble man and use that slight intelligence to help him simply enjoy the company of Felicity Locke.

“I would never dare say you were fat!” Harrison pretended to be affronted by such an accusation but his acting and melodramatics had been blown out the water by the pout that Fay was putting on. With a small grin Harri decided to take a different spin on the situation. “You just have a bit of insulation that is all.” He teased as he poked Fay gently in the stomach. “Very useful in the winter.”

Of course he was strutting along a very dangerous line and all the Gryffindor could hope for was that the cheeky grin on his face would show the Veela that he was only teasing. In truth Harri thought that Fay was pretty perfect the way she was, of course that was likely to be that captivating and annoying presence of the Veela blood that ran through her veins. The old magic in this world was more powerful then anything but he doubted it manipulated him so much as he was not like the normal drooling masses that watched Fay as she passed. But then unlike the drooling masses of the male population in the castle Harri had the balls to actually talk to Fay and as they walked down the long corridors of the castle with linked arms he could only wish he could be a braver Gryffindor and do something about how he felt…but then that would be idiocy and even Harrison Greg was not that dumb.

He could not help but chuckle as Fay carefully danced around his comment about gay best friend although he could see the look of slight amusement on her face. Sadly that look soon vanished when around the bend in the corridor came a gaggle of girls whose eye immediately flicked from her to him and then back to Fay. Once upon time this situation had occurred before and had Harri backed Fay into a wall and started to kiss her, however now he did not have the heart to do such a thing and as he was ready to quicken up the pace and flee when Fay was no longer holding onto his arm. It was soon apparent where she was when out of the corner of her eye he saw her arms flail and then land on the floor with a bump.

Straight away Harri was by her side, one arm supportively wrapped around her while the other had gently took hold of her injured hand and for once there was no smile present on the Gryffindors face. “I am so sorry Fay.” Harri muttered as he raised his head to glare at the pack of escaping giggling girls. “They are just being IMMATURE!” He shouted this last word down the corridor and it was clear they heard it as the giggling ceased and heated glares where shot in his direction. He would have some making up to do later in the common room. It was then she mentioned about the situation being awkward and immediately Harri unwrapped his arm from around the Ravenclaw, carefully removed her hand from his and he nervously stood up, his back perfectly straight and he simply held one hand out for her attempting to offer her a small lopsided smile.

“Seems my services are needed once more Miss Locke.” The jovial tone was slowly seeping into his voice once more. “Unless of course you prefer it on the floor?”

[Felicity Locke]

Ravenclaws prided themselves on being the most well-versed and logical of all the houses. They weren’t the ones who worried about finishing homework in time, or some big test coming up later in the week, they were constantly prepared. The Claws weren’t an irrational bunch, or at least, they weren’t supposed to be. But, even with all these expectations placed on the student’s shoulders, in the end they were all just teenagers. Nobody could expect them to know everything, and to know what to do in every situation. So perhaps that was why she was here, spending time with Harri and oblivious to the pain she was causing him.

“In-insulation?” Felicity sniffled pathetically and pretended to wipe her eyes. She slapped his hand—lightly mind you—as he poked her stomach and pouted once more. Her eyebrows pulled together over her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. “I see how it is. You’re just the worst Harrison Greg!” She turned around abruptly, and crossed her arms. But now turned away, she let a smile grace her lips. Let us see how Harrison reacts to this now.

To be truthful, Felicity took her veela heritage for granted. Her hair was always set just right, and in all honesty she could wear a brown paper bag and manage to pull it off. Though even for a veela, she didn’t see the effect she had on men. Even without the charm, she still managed to turn heads as she walked down the hall. Either she didn’t realize it, or she didn’t understand it. Now, when Harrison Greg had those gaggle of girls constantly following him, she could understand it. The man was charming and had the type of smile to make girls go weak in the knees. Felicity was actually surprised when he decided to talk to her. Of course, that made her hated by several masses of girls, but she was happy none the less.

Was she afraid? No, not really. Felicity was confident in her ability to take care of herself, and even if she couldn’t she had Harri here to be her knight it shining armor, so to speak. But the looks the girls flashed her had Fay shrinking back slightly. Surprise, disdain—the usual—but then something else…contempt? Why the hell would they be happy catching her with Harri? Unless…unless these girls had an idea. By now, the whole school had to know that Felicity and Kieran were a couple, so how scandalous would it be if she was caught walking arm and arm with someone else? Harrison Greg even! Well then, she would be branded as unfaithful and Harrison as a womanizer. How destroyed would their images be then?

But, Harrison didn’t seem to be worrying about any of that. He was at her side in an instant, his arm around her like she would break apart if he let go. Harri held onto her searing hand as he apologized to her with a grave expression. For a moment, she seemed stunned. He was more furious than she about the whole ordeal, and he even shouted back at the girls. Standing up for her? How noble. With her cheeks flushing a faint pink, she withdrew her hand. “Don’t worry about it, nobody needs knees anyway.” She murmured, trying to keep her tone light.

Apparently she had said something wrong though, because in another instant Harrison was standing rigid, his back straight and hand held out to help her up. She blinked up at him from her spot on the floor, and slowly took his hand and hoisted herself up. “Thanks.” As she looked down at herself, she noticed her knees were red, as were the palms of her hands, from the fall. Not only that, but apparently her shoe had broken. It must’ve been rather cheaply made if it snapped in half from a simple fall. “My shoe broke…” She muttered, confused. Felicity glanced back up at Harrison as she spoke. “Can you hold still a sec? I need to fix my shoe.”

Felicity placed one hand on Harrison’s shoulder to steady herself as she slipped off her shoe. Balancing on one foot—and using Harri to help stabilize herself—she took her wand out and pointed to the shoe. “Reparo!” Once fixed, she slid her shoe back on and let go of Harrison. “Would you look at that, good as new!”

[Harrison Greg]

It would be a very rare day when the ever so charming and as he had been told once or twice cute looking Harrison Greg was lost for words. But here you have it, and all it took was a par Veela, a gaggle of childish girls and from what the looks of it a broken heel of a high heeled shoe. But that is what had resulted in him crouching by the side of Fay, his arm wrapped around her and for the briefest of moments he could have sworn he saw a blush across her features. Of course this was something that he saw quite a bit in the commonroom when ever he flashed a smile at the lower years but considering it was coming from Fay Locke it just meant so much more to him. Sad really how one person’s actions can affect someone so much but then it is just human nature and that in itself was just unfair,

The problem was even as Fay joked about it only being her knees that had been hurt he could not even laugh at it, in fact he was standing their like an idiot acting like there was a multi legged creature crawling up his trousers leg. Thankfully however he managed to find his voice and his good humour once again and all Harrison could hope was that Fay was not as smart as he gave her credit for and she would fail to notice his slight falter.

“Oh yes, your shoe broke.” Replied Harrison sarcastically in a monotone voice. “So you falling flat on your face had nothing to do with the attack from the groupies or your terrible balance.” The cheeky grin filled his face and just like people he slipped into camp voice. “It’s just the price we pay for fashion darling. You don’t look this good over night.”

Clearly Fay did with the old magic that ran through her veins, but Harri actually had to put effort in everyday to get his style right and although it might not have been to everyone’s taste he could happily look in the mirror every morning and like the guy who was looking right back at him. But clearly today he seemed to look like a brick wall as Fay was using him as something to lean against and folding his arms and raising an eyebrow in jest Harri stayed perfectly still knowing that if he moved it would only result with Fay being on the floor again.

“Oh perfect darling!” Harri had decided to keep with the camp voice, it was strange how easily he could slip into it, he was sure Blake would have something to say about that. “Although those red knees clash terribly with your outfit, shows off your knobbly knees to know end. What shall we do?” Putting on a slightly camp stance his head titled to one side, one arm across his chest while the other was placed thoughtfully on his stubbly chin.

It was clear by the Gryffindor’s facial expression when the idea hit him, the slight glint in his eyes and the frown that had been creeping across his brow smoothed to make way for laughter lines. Automatically reaching into his pocket Harri pulled out his hand and put it straight to the knees of his jeans and with a mutter of an incantation there were now two huge holes in his jeans. Being the clothes lover he was this pained him ever so slightly to do as they were expensive, but this was for shake of Fay and that made it that little bit easier. Now how to do the red knees? Straight away he ran over to the walls and in a funny crouched position he rubbed them against the hard, cold stone. He could feel the searing pain as the skin on his knees where scraped off.

“How do I look sweetheart?” Standing up he put his hand on his hip and gave a pose that would be worthy of the front cover of Vogue. “I think we could start a new trend!”


(Blarrrr that was so rubbish! I apologise greatly!)