Give me ___!!!

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

LOVE, GIVE ME LOVE, GIVE ME LOVE
_{I DON'T NEED IT, BUT I'LL TAKE WHAT I WANT FROM YOUR HEART
G I M M E M O R E G I M M E M O R E G I M M E M O R E}

Harry looked at her. He nodded his head slightly, thinking about it for a bit. “I suppose English would be rather difficult... Depending on how you say the word and the context it's used in it can meant different things.” he said. He was about to continue to speak when Claude suddenly stopped, moving to stand in front of him; right up in his personal space. Maybe she wasn't aware that people didn't like others up close and in person. He himself, was a bit jumpy... His reaction was probably a bit much as well. He'd visibly jumped, moving back a few steps in surprise.

“Um... No. There's no point in singing in the shower... I'm there to bathe, not sing.” he said. When she placed her fingers against his neck, quickly reached up, pushing her hand away while moving back even further. “Could... Could you not do that please.” he said, more than asked. He'd had to many experience with people being that close to him and trying to kill him. While he was sure Claude wasn't one of them, he wasn't about to take that chance. And if Mad-Eye heard of him allowing others to touch his vital areas... he was positive he wouldn't hear the end of it.

Maybe... she was taking this whole singing thing to far. Harry was pretty sure there were plenty of people out there that didn't sing.. or hadn't sung. Why was it such a shame that he hadn't sung before? He fidgeted slightly where he stood “Er.. okay.. do re mi.” he said, not even attempting to try and sing the words. His voice kind of flat as he spoke it. He thought it was a waste of time. He really didn't feel like singing; and he couldn't see why not singing would make him 'live a miserable life'. In his opinion, Voldemort was doing a wonderful job.

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[Claude Laroche]

Despite Harry constantly moving away from her seeking fingers, or because of it, Claude soon found herself closing him in against the wall of the corridor, keeping him in place with her hands on either side of him. Her face mere inches from his own, her eyes a mixture between pity and determination. The boy was so detached from his possible self, and in turn, a piece of his soul. Instead he was thrust into his destiny and operated with only the incomplete spiritual self that he had discovered while running around like a chicken missing it’s head trying to live up to everyone’s expectations, including his own which could be higher than anyone elses. It was sad and depressing, and the French girl refused to let it continue.

“Harry. I am who I am. I will not change or else I will not be me. But I like being friends with you, so I will try. But only if you will try to sing, just a little. I know you are special and famous and people want much from you, but you need to want stuff from you too. I know you have song deep inside, maybe it will not sing until Dark Lord is gone and all... um.. hardship gone too. I want to say that I help get you to sing.” She spoke with a hardened voice, one that was stern and showed the guts she was made of. Then, according to her promise, she dropped her hands from the wall that had closed him in and took a few steps back, her eyes closed and her breathing steady. When she felt that she was more than far enough, she opened her eyes again and found herself in the middle of the corridor.

“Besides,” She teased. “I cannot teach Alouette if you not want to be just a little free.”

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

LOVE, GIVE ME LOVE, GIVE ME LOVE
_{I DON'T NEED IT, BUT I'LL TAKE WHAT I WANT FROM YOUR HEART
G I M M E M O R E G I M M E M O R E G I M M E M O R E}

Harry found himself taking quite a few steps backwards in an attempt to have Claude’s seeking fingers from touching him in what he had deemed vital areas of his person. He soon found his back against the wall , his emerald green eyes widened slightly behind his glasses as he looked at her. She was definitely one of a kind, there was no denying that. He blinked, looking into her eyes, and was able to easily recognize the emotions that were clouding them. A flare of anger surged through them at the most easily recognized emotion: Pity. Harry felt that’s all anyone was ever giving him now-a-days. And he really didn’t want it.

He felt something constrict in the area of his throat, closing off his windpipe and not allowing air to get through to his lungs. He stared at her coolly, his eyes betraying nothing to the mix of emotions he felt inside him. So, she thought she knew how much people wanted from him? And what did she base it on? The Daily Prophet? That wasn’t even half of what everyone wanted from him. They wanted to him to bleed… bend over backwards. They wanted to sweat and cry… He would die, and the only reason the people would feel despair was because they had lost their ‘Savior’: Their “Chosen One.”

Before he could get a word in though, she had backed away until she was in the middle of the corridor. Harry continued to stare at her as if he were only meeting her for the first time. Even as she teased him lightly about not being able to teach him the song, he couldn’t bring himself to joke along with her. “I’m as free as my life will let me. Unfortunately, the luxury of a normal childhood… even if Magical… Are far from my reach.” He said to her. He could hear the distorted sound of Professor Trelawney’s voice as she made the Prophecy in his mind. …For neither can live while the other survives… It was clear what Harry had waiting for him in his life. And he was willing to accept it.

A small smile appeared on his features after a while. “Maybe… after everything settles down and I’m… Maybe then you can teach me.” He said to her. If I’m not dead… he thought to himself.

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[Claude Laroche]

Even before the boy answered her, Claude’s teasing smile had drooped. She didn’t force the smile back; however, she left it how it was. A false smile was worse in the long run compared to an honest one. When a small smile appeared on Harry’s features, brightening them marginally, her own unsteady one softened into her own sweet smile, her eyes losing all hints of her true guts to match her lips.

She took a hesitant step towards him, slowly closing the gap between their bodies. She stopped moving when she was an arms length away from her target and held out her hand in greeting. “Bonjour. My name is Claude Laroche, fifth year Ravenclaw.” She said, introducing herself like this was the first time they met. She had promised that she would try to change her ‘boundary issues’ so that they could become real friends and not just acquaintances. The French girl figured that the best way to do that would be starting over, right from the beginning, minus the unfortunate incident with her overloaded messenger bag and his broken and bleeding nose. Also, she had decided, to keep her hands to herself, both hands, when not in use, would be firmly holding onto the strap that ran between her breasts and tugged one shoulder lower than the other.

After she said her small piece, she waited. Her hand outstretched waiting for another to complete it; the corners of her lips lifted into a sweet and friendly smile; her eyes open with an expression of kind acceptance, crows feet forming at the corners. Dressed in her plain muggle clothing of jeans and a plain t-shirt, Claude quietly waited for Harry Potter, the infamous boy-who-lived, not only from the Dark Lord’s curse but also from various dangers and immense expectations, to accept her like she had chosen to accept him.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

LOVE, GIVE ME LOVE, GIVE ME LOVE
_{I DON'T NEED IT, BUT I'LL TAKE WHAT I WANT FROM YOUR HEART
G I M M E M O R E G I M M E M O R E G I M M E M O R E}

Harry blinked, looking at Claude as she began to approached him. He was preparing himself for another one of her hugs that she seemed to be so fond of giving. He knew that she had said she was going to try and work on her personal space, but he really wasn't sure when exactly she planned on starting that. And a small part of him felt bad. She was willing to change herself so that he wouldn't feel uncomfortable. He really didn't want her to change just because of him... because then, he wouldn't be friends with the real Claude. But at the same time, he wasn't sure how to react to such... affection.

He stared at the offered hand for a moment before looking up at her as she reintroduced herself. He smiled at her, turning his gaze back at her. He extended his right hand, the scars on the back of hand briefly becoming visible as the sun coming in from the corridor window. “Hi. I'm Harry Potter, Sixth Year Gryffindor. It's nice to meet you Claude.” he said to her, giving her a firm handshake.

Over head, the bell sounded, signaling the end of the current lesson period. He blinked, looking up at slightly before looking back at her. “The real Lunch Period will be starting soon. I've got to go meet up with Ron and Hermione before heading off to our next lesson. Maybe later, I can introduce you to them?” he asked, not entirely sure how she was going to react to his statement. Ron and Hermione were extremely nice, and they easily welcomed anyone Harry found friendly; although he was pretty sure if he got to buddy buddy with someone, Ron may get a bit overprotective. He knew for certain that Hermione would.

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[Claude Laroche]

The French girl’s hazel eyes sparkled as Harry shook her hand, introducing himself to her, going along with her lead. Just as she was about to strike up a new conversation, the bell rang, the deep sound echoing through the stone walls of the ancient castle. It was an eerie sound, but Claude found that she loved it. It defiantly suited her tastes better than the chimes that Beauxbantons used to signal classes. As the bell ended, she slipped her hand out of Harry’s and placed it on the strap between her breasts. She had promised that she wouldn’t hug her new friend, as much as she had been anyways. It couldn’t be helped if she were to get to excited and forget herself.

“Well I am full now,” Claude replied. “I go do some more homework before my lesson. Et I would like to meet more people. I am sure that Ron and Hermione are good friends to you, do not keep them waiting.” She hitched her messenger bag higher up onto her shoulder before she turned and began walking down the corridor.

“Ah! Before I forget!” The Ravenclaw turned on her heel and ran up to her new friend. “One more hug for memory of today.” She warned before wrapping her arms around the boy once more. Claude kept her grip loose in case Harry decided that he didn’t want her touch and tense up and run away, that way, he could easily break himself from her arms. After a moment, she unlocked her arms and brought them to her sides before placing her hands back onto the strap of the messenger bag.

“It is good to meet you, Harry Potter. We should meet again soon.” Claude said with a grin before turning away and walking down the corridor away from her new friend. Yes, she thought to herself as a tune came to her mind. It is good to make a friend. By the time she had turned the corner, the girl was skipping and humming the tune to Frere Jacques.