Harry Potter and the Heir of Slytherin

Quick as a flash, Harry jerked his face out of Katrina's cleavage, his face flush with embarrassment. His movements jerky and somewhat mechanical, Harry moved to stand up, rubbing his face furiously as he hissed at the woman, "must you always be like this?"

Katrina smiled at him, obviously enjoying the boys discomfort.

"Like what?"

"Like... like that!" Harry snapped, still embarrassed by their previous position and her words. Strangely enough, despite these two facts, he still held out a hand to help her up. It comes with being a gentlemen. "Ever since you returned you've been saying things like this. I don't need that kind of innuendo in my life." He got enough of that as it was, what with his best friend being so into those trashy books she called novels.

"Aw, you need to lighten up, Harry," Katrina said with a grin as she was helped to her feet. "Seriously, you're always so uptight. You need to learn to live a little."

"I know perfectly well how to 'live a little' as you say," Harry said much more calmly. Now that he had gotten his breathing rate back under control, he was more than able to put those occlumency lessons to good use. They worked quite well at returning him to his normal calm state of mind, not to mention returning his skin color to it's normal tan. "I simply do not understand your need to tease me with sexual advances. I am only eleven years old."

"I'm not teasing you," Katrina said, then paused. "Well, maybe I am a little, but it's all for your own good. You need to loosen up some. Every time I see you you're always so focused, so fixated on your goals that you don't stop to smell the roses."

Harry frowned at his sparring partner and somewhat friend.

"I am perfectly capable of relaxing. It's just that there is a time and place for everything, and the moments where you and I see each other just so happen to not be the time and place for me to relax."

Katrina rolled her eyes.

"Oh, so the only time you allow yourself to relax is when you're around your little girlfriend?"

Harry's brow furrowed.

"My who?"

"Your girlfriend," Katrina repeated. When she saw Harry's clueless expression her own face deadpanned. "That Lisa girl you're always hanging around with outside of Master Wei's Dao."

"Lisa?" Harry frowned. While it was true that Lisa was his best friend and a girl, he wasn't sure why Katrina would actually call him out on that. She couldn't possibly mean the romantic connotations the word 'girlfriend' was often used in. He and Lisa were practically family. Being romantically involved with her would just be weird. And that wasn't even going into the fact that they were only eleven and twelve respectively.

That also wasn't going into the fact that he was a wizard famous for surviving the unsurvivable killing curse and she was non magical human. That alone opened up a whole slew of issues that he just did not want to get into right now. God only knows what would happen if the purebloods of the wizarding world found out he was dating someone who wasn't a witch.

Speaking of Lisa, he had to meet up with her soon. They were going to catch a new movie at the cinema, and it would not due for him to be late.

With that thought in mind, Harry turned his head towards the single, solitary clock in the room to check the time.

His eyes promptly widened and his face paled.

"Shit!"

Rare were the times where Harry Potter would actually swear. To Harry, swearing was a very crass, crude and inelegant way of expressing oneself, and was not befitting someone of a higher intellect. For someone who prided themselves on their mental prowess even more than they did their physical prowess, the very act of swearing was somewhat of a taboo for him.

That being said there were moments when he had slipped. Three moments to be precise. Once when he had accidentally blown up his room the first time he had started experimenting with his magic. Another time when he had turned his uncle into a walrus when the man had told him that he would not be allowed to learn martial arts. The third time was during the troll incident, a nightmare of a moment that he sometimes wished he could forget.

And now he could add a forth time to the number of times he had cursed.

"I am so late!" Harry bemoaned. Almost forgetting himself completely in his haste, Harry offered both Master Wei and Katrina a hasty bow before bolting towards the back room, where the sound of a shower soon began running.

Only a few minutes later, Harry came back out, his hair still dripping wet, dressed in a pair of black designer jeans, converse shoes and a green shirt with a slitted, yellow dragon eye in the center.

"Oh man, Lisa is going to kill me!"

And while he was rushing towards the door, the other two occupants in the room watched him with mild amusement.

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