After announcing that Harry and I were the youngest quidditch players in the a century, Harry, Ron and I are walking through crowded halls as Harry tells Ron the great news.

Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron and Harry.

"Hey, well done, Potters! Wood's just told us!" Fred exclaimed.

"Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters," Ron stated.

"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch," George replied.

"Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally-"

A hand appeared from nowhere and covered my mouth. The next thing I knew, is that someone grabbed me and I'm in a broom closet.

Without thinking twice, I took my wand out of my pocket. I was going to stupefy whoever 'kidnapped' me, but-

"Petrificus Totalus!"

I fell forwards, thinking 'oh crap', but before I would've broken my nose or something, the same pair of hands stopped me from falling further. They gently laid me on the floor, and the person bent over me, picked up my wand, and pocketed it.

I wanted to curse the person with wandless magic, or at least a few hexes, but I couldn't do anything but stare up at him. It's so dark in the closet, I couldn't see who it is, or even what house he's in.

"Hi there, Liliana darling," he spoke. His voice was rather soft. He sounded young, like around my age. And cute too. Are you mad, Liliana? You think your 'kidnapper' is cute?!

I wanted to say 'What do you want? And why did you call me darling', but before I could react, the boy crouched beside me, leaned down, and planted soft kisses on my neck.

I could feel it, but there was nothing I could do about it. Slowly but surely, these kisses became licks, and they trailed up to my cheek. Harry's SO gonna kill whoever this person is! Then, these licks turned into soft, gentle nibbles, as if the person was scared to hurt me. Hadn't he already hurt me enough?!

Finally, he stood up and leaned his back against the wall, as if still enjoying it. How strong is this curse anyway? I still can't move and it's been, what? Ten, fifteen minutes? Harry must be so worried!

"How was that?" the person asked me. He knew I couldn't answer. "Here's your wand back, Liliana." He tossed me my wand. "Glad I could get to you before anyone else did. Tomorrow again, same time. Be prepared." He left the closet and closed the door.

When the door closed, I could finally move. When I stood up, I felt dizzy, so I leaned on the wall for balance as I thought, What just happened?

Suddenly, I heard Harry's voice calling my name.

I grabbed my wand and quickly stepped out of the closet, to be immediately tackled in a hug by Harry. He picked me up and carried me all the way back to the Gryffindor common room. Once we're inside, he placed me on the couch. From there, I was trapped in a death hug and a twenty-minute lecture from my overprotective brother.

"Oh, Liliana I was so worried about you!!!!! It took Ron and I over an hour to find you!!!!!" Over an hour? What magic did that boy do?! "Where have you been all this time?!?!?!?!?! I should've never let you out of my sight!!!!! I promise I'll never make that mistake ever again!!!!! I thought you were only a few steps behind me and Ron!!!!! Oh, what have you been thinking?!?!?!?!?! You know how worried I'd be!!!!! You never do that to me again, Liliana Melanie Potter, do you understand?!?!?!?! Promise you'll never do that again, okay? You had me worried sick!!!!!"

The other half of it was basically me telling Harry what exactly had happened, and Harry apologizing after getting so angry to the point where he made me cry.

Then, the next thing I remember was falling asleep in Harry's lap.