After the first Quidditch game nervousness subsided Harry felt better with himself, especially since that same Sunday Terrence had praised him on his accomplishment and told him that he would be the main seeker in their next game which made him both nervous but good about himself.
It was Monday once again and Harry and Millie reached the lake faster than they did before, Millie was getting better since they had started their exercises, still they took a deserved rest and Harry could tell that Millie had something on her mind.
"Everything good Millie?" He asked her as he was making skipping stones on the lake.
"i-I d-don't know" Millie said in shyness.
"Well if there's something you want to talk about I'm here for you" He said
"D-do you think I'm pretty?" She asked him which certainly wasn't what he expected to be asked but he still was caught off guard, he turned around and walked to her
"Millie I've told you, you're very pretty on the inside and even on the outside, why are you doubting from yourself again?" He asked her
"B-because you like Hermione" She said looking at the rocks on the shore of the lake, then Harry paste the clues together, how could had he been so blind? He walked to her, placed a hand on her shoulder and said to her.
"Millie, I don't like Hermione more than I like you, she's my friend just as much as you are" He said to the shy girl
"But you didn't gave the snitch to Daphne, Pansy or me, you gave it to her and we were next to her" She replied confused
"Yes but it was only meant as a friendship gesture, I've told you before that we're too young to think on relationships, I don't want to get ahead of myself and ruin the relationships I have with all of you" He said smiling at her.
"Alright" She replied, then she added "Can you kiss me?" In a faint whisper that was barely audible.
"What?" Harry asked her
"Can you kiss me?" She said with a stronger resolution
"Millie are you sure?" He asked
"Yes, even if you don't choose me to be in a relationship with later in life, I want my first kiss to be with you" She said, Harry wanted to say no, mainly because as an eleven year old he hadn't thought of giving his first kiss, but Millie's hopeful eyes made him change his mind, it wouldn't be a great sacrifice and he could help someone he cared about.
"Alright Millie, I'll do it" He said closing the distance between the two of them, she instinctively closed her eyes and closed her lips in expectation, this was it, he was going to give his first kiss to Millicent Bulstrode, a wonderful girl he considered a great friend and he thought she was gorgeous, so he stopped thinking and pushed his lips into her waiting lips for a full blown kiss, he hugged the girl so that their kiss could last a little longer and he felt how Millie hold him as if her life depended on that, their lips moved trying to find their perfect position, as if two animals were fighting for dominance, and Harry felt as a surge of electricity moved through his body.
After what seemed an eternity the pair split up, Millie sporting a deep blushed while Harry was panting, he had to admit that kissing her had been a great experience.
"Harry, that… was… so good" Millie said between pants
"Yes it was Millie" He responded
"Can we do it again?" She asked
"Only if we run every day to the lake, no more jogging, deal?" He said stretching his hand, she took it but then she pulled him down for another mighty kiss.
"Deal" She responded with a smirk.
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On the Tuesday on Halloween week Harry was eating breakfast with Millie, who had been sporting a big smile after their morning exercises, Harry meanwhile was reading the Daily Planet hoping to find a good story of Superman, but as he unfolded the newspaper, that Hedwig brought, he saw the front page news with a photography of Superman, Flash, Martian Manhunter and Batman with five defeated metahumans with poker card outfits and a guy with a yellow and blue outfit with a big T in it.
"VIVA LAS VEGAS: JUSTICE LEAGUE STOPS ROYAL FLUSH GANG FROM BLOWING UP LAS VEGAS STRIP"
"Wow! Can't believe they defeated five superpowered metahumans" Harry thought to himself as he read the morning copy of the Daily Planet in which it related how the Royal Flush Gang had worked alongside The Trickster to try to blow up the city only to be stopped by the Justice League, it also said that Green Lantern ended up hurt after one explosion exploded early.
As he ate Harry noticed that Pansy was distracted and her eyes were puffy, she had been crying, he quietly slip a note asking her to meet him in the self-studies room 2 in the library in fifteen minutes. She looked at him in confusion but nodded.
He excused himself to Millie, Blaise and Daphne who were eating with him and decided to go to the bathroom before going to the library as he had requested.
Harry waited in the library in his favorite table of the self-studies room, one that had the entrance in plain view but also near a window in case he needed to make a quick escape, many times he wondered why his father thought him to always check for the best spots in the room but he never gave much of a thought about it.
He saw Pansy coming to him, she looked nervous but still sat on the chair in front of him. The dark haired Slytherin looked down
"Hey Pansy, is something wrong?" Harry decided to go straight to the point, he didn't knew the girl very much but her demeanor and attitude towards him changed. And like a good mystery he was going to solve it.
"Nothing is wrong Wayne, don't know what you're talking about" Pansy replied, Harry looked at her directly into her eyes, the girl looked at him surprised but as Harry kept staring at her she replied.
"Well I thought we were friends, but know we can't even acknowledge the other's presence, you even stopped calling me Harry, I want to know, have I done something wrong?" Harry asked her, and then she began sobbing, he thanked that at this hour many students were still eating or just waking up.
She continued her sobbing and he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder in a calming manner as he gave her a tissue from his utility belt.
"We can't be friends anymore" She said after her tears were wiped out. That shocked him
"What? Why?" Harry asked
"That's what I asked my father, he apparently doesn't want me near "mudbloods" as he said" She said in truth
"But why?" Harry asked her, he honestly was so confused.
"Because I told him that I didn't wanted to be on a betrothal contract with Yaxley, who is a pureblood like us, but he's older, uglier and he is too much of a blockhead to even be considered smart, and rude as well, I wrote him that I wanted to be on a betrothal with you, but he apparently insulted your father and I've been writing to him almost every day for him to reconsider it but he keeps telling me no, and last Friday he sent me a letter telling me that I should stop trying to be friends with a mudblood or I would be expelled from the Parkinson House" She said crying once again, Harry didn't knew what to do, mainly because he didn't understand those House rules.
"Would that be bad?" He asked her
"Yes it would be bad, I'd be Houseless, that means that I wouldn't be able to say my own last name, I would lose any family magic, I wouldn't be able to find my own house and lose all of my inheritance, only because I'd rather marry a well-mannered "mudblood" than a pompous pureblood git" She said with her tears flowing away giving path for angriness.
"I'm sorry Pansy, I didn't know your situation was that bad, well I don't want you to be a Houseless so I'll keep my interactions with you at minimum, sorry Pansy, I think I'll go now" Harry said as he was about to stand up but Pansy grabbed his hand.
"Screw him!" She said before dragging him down for the twelve year old girl to kiss him with eagerness? Desperation? Yearning? Harry didn't know what she was feeling but he was taken by surprise, he didn't expected being kissed, had his feat as seeker ignited something in the Slytherin girls? Or was this because they didn't want to lose him to the Ravenclaw Hermione? Either way he let himself be kissed by her.
Pansy wasn't as sweet as Millie but she was passionate but Harry could tell that this was her first kiss, while he himself hadn't had much prior experience he had to thank for the two sessions with Millie that he knew how to kiss the girl who had him by the collar of his shirt. And unlike with Millie he didn't feel electricity through his body, he felt something else, something he couldn't place his finger on it.
After a few moments Pansy let him go "Sorry I didn't meant to, I mean I did wanted to kiss you since I knew how loaded you were but given that Millie confessed…" She said before Harry interrupted
"Millie said she and I were kissing?" He asked
"Yeah, she told Daphne who is her confident, but they thought that Tracey and I were asleep so I don't doubt that those two won't be looking for you to kiss them." Pansy replied with a smirk.
"Well I won't say that it's not what I wanted but honestly I'm so confused, I mean I do think that all of the girls in this school are pretty but I haven't reached puberty that according to what my brother Dick said "it's when you start to notice girls" so I haven't really thought about kissing all of you" Harry confessed
"So you want kiss all of the girls in the school?" Pansy said with a smug expression but before he could answer his wristwatch beeped signaling that they had to go to class.
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The whole day Harry was distracted, he knew that girls developed faster than boys but if Millie had talked he knew he was in trouble, because right know at least four girls knew that he had kissed her but what if she told someone else? Harry was worried about what Hermione would think of him if he had kissed two girls in two days, he would need to talk to her.
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Arkham Asylum, Gotham City
Bruce Wayne walked through the halls of Arkham Asylum, he was taunted by the inmates like Lazlo Valentine aka Professor Pyg, Oswald Cobblepot aka The Penguin and Jonathan Crane aka The Scarecrow, he ignored them all and continue his trek towards the youngest inmate of the Asylum
He stood in front of the reinforced glass door with a plaque that read JANE DOE aka ACE, he saw the teen girl, no more older than eighteen years old, sat on the floor looking at the blank walls of her cell with her back turned to him, her deep black hair was combed to perfection and her prison garment was a little loose on her extremely slim figure. He had barely knocked on the crystal when her voice resonated.
"Good morning Mr. Wayne, or should I say Batman?" She asked