An Orchid By Any Other Name

Chapter 3- Malfoy Manor

Orchid asked her cousin, "Who were those guys who left? Why were they fighting with you?"

"It was Fred and George Weasley, and their brother Ron. Just some no-good buffoons trying to crash the party," Draco responded.

"Why weren't they invited? Are they Muggle-born?"

"No, they're pure-blood, if you can believe it. Just as bad as Mudbloods though, if you ask me."

"Who was the other one with them?"

"I didn't see anybody else. If there was though, it must have been Potter."

"Harry Potter?"

"Of course. 'The Boy Who Lived' is best friends with the damn bloodtraitors. Anyway, he's a half-blood himself."

"I know."

"What, Are you part of his fan club too?"

"No- I mean, I just heard about him back home."

"Whatever. Don't worry about it. So, are you ready to go home? I'll show you how to use the floo, since you can't Apparate."

"Sure."

Orchid couldn't sleep that night. Remembering Harry's eyes, his kiss. She pretended to be sleeping when the house-elf came to check on her. Will she ever see him again? Sure, at school, but what will happen when he finds out who she is? What will happen when her family finds out who she loves? As she lay awake, she thought she heard something out the open window. Then louder, "Orchid."

She ran to the window and looked out. It was Harry. "Just a minute," she gasped, as she grabbed her robe and went out.

Harry was hovering on his broomstick at the railing of her balcony. He still had on the velvet cloak, but without the mask, his face was now visible. "Orchid; I promised you you'd see me again. Are you surprised?"

"No- well, yes; I didn't think you'd come here."

"I can't sleep, I can't think, all I want is to be with you. I couldn't keep away"

"I feel the same way; but Harry, this is dangerous, for both of us."

"What is danger? Without you, I'll die for sure. What could be more dangerous?" He flew over the balcony and dismounted, sitting beside her on the railing, She stroked his face.

"I knew it was you when I felt this, even though I couldn't see you," she said, running her finger along his scar.

"And you are even more beautiful than I imagined you'd be without your mask on." He touched her milky skin, tracing her collarbone slowly. She did look like a lot like Malfoy, with her gray eyes, fair complexion, and fine features; in fact, all but her dark hair. He kissed her neck softly, and as he did so he saw her chest rise and fall inside her lacy chemise as her breathing quickened. Their fingers intertwined, and with closed eyes, they explored each other's faces, necks, and ears with their lips.

She led him off the railing and to a chaise on side of the balcony. Harry's heart was beating in his throat. Holding her hand in both of his, he brought it to his chest, saying, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"No, we shouldn't, but what are we doing? It's happening to us."

"What is happening?"

"Love." Now she brought his hand to her chest, and as it fell on her firm breast, he lost control. He pulled her roughly into him and kissed her passionately, open-mouthed, groping madly over every inch of her as she fell back onto the chaise. Time stopped for them, lost in the wonder of youth and love.

"Miss Orchid..." called a house-elf from inside her room. "Why is you out of bed? The train leaves early, milady."

"Oh, I... I was just coming in... just looking at the stars."

"Come now then, and I'll tuck you in."

"No, you go on, I'll be in." she called.

Harry whispered in her ear, " I love you, Orchid. Meet me on the train tomorrow, last compartment."

"I love you, Harry, and I will." Kissing him good-bye, she hurried inside.

Harry flew back to London in a daze, sneaked back into Weasley's Wizarding Wheeses, and lay down on the couch, exhausted. They never knew he had gone.