Quick thing; I'm American, and I don't really know British money…at all, so a lot of things are probably going to be Americanized.

Draco is in Gryffindor and from America, and just about everyone is different. The character Aya is mine, and I hope you're ready for a completely different Hermione.

Also, if you like Ginny and, you best not read this story.

The Two Very Different Lives of Two Very Different People

Harry Potter

Seventeen years old, amazing black hair, emerald green eyes that make girls swoon at his feet, and a body to die for. Not to mention he's the perfect boy. Doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, no drugs, and surprisingly, he's a virgin. Every mothers dream child.

It's no surprise that he has the greatest life anyone could ask for

Aya Valentine, Ron Weasly and Neville Longbottom, his best friends, they're always there for him, and he's always there for them. They've been a group since their first year, and they just get closer and closer.

Ginny Weasly, his girlfriend since his sixth year, boy is she nice. She's a year below him, but they're okay. They don't have much in common, but what boyfriend and girlfriend do these days. They haven't had sex yet, but they were planning on it this year.

His Parents, James and Lily Potter, beautiful and nice people, always helping as much as they can, whenever they can, just about everyone who knows them loves them, and they love just about everyone they know. Except for Ginny, for some reason, they just don't like her, in fact, they almost hate her, but of course they would never tell Harry.

"Oh. My little sweetie is starting his seventh year, and as the Quidditch captain. Now, I want you to study hard, and don't spend all your time getting you brains snogged out."

Harry groaned. "Mom, please. We've talked about this."

Lily held up her hands in defense. "Okay, okay……I just don't want you to come home with lipstick on you boxers."

Harry groaned again before Aya and Neville came over, with Ron behind them. "Hi Mr. Potter. Hi Mrs. Potter." The three said with politeness.

They said hi to Harry's friends before turning back to him to say, "Okay son, I want you to have fun this year." "I love you so much, and we'll send you letters every week."

"I'm not four…I love you both too." Harry said the last part in a little whisper before they left.

He turned towards his friends as they started walking to their compartment. "This is going to be the greatest year ever."

"How do you know that? What if it's going to be a terrible year?" Aya said as they sat down and Harry closed their door as the train started.

Neville looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Is something wrong?"

"Of course not, I'm perfectly fine. Do I look like I have something bothering me? Huh?"

"Okay." Neville said with a pointed look at Harry and Ron.

*

"Draco asked me to marry him." Aya yelled out, ten minutes before they reached Hogwarts.

Ron stopped their conversation and looked at her with wide eyes. Neville just cringed at the volume of her voice. "He what?!" Ron asked completely taken by surprise.

"Draco asked me to be Mrs. Aya Malfoy when we went to that little July 4th thing. So we show up, and there's no one there, except for this old couple a few people that were obviously hippies, or beatniks, or something like that. Anyway, we were looking out the window, and had the greatest view of the fireworks. Suddenly the hippies started playing one their steel drums, and it was just so romantic. And then I turned back to him, but he wasn't there, then I looked down and saw him on his knees, with this." Aya held up her left hand which had this pretty nice rock on a gold band.

"Holy crap…How the hell did Draco pay for a rock like this?" Ron asked as he pulled her hand towards him.

Aya pulled it back. "It's not that big, and he assured me that it wasn't too expensive."

Neville started laughing. Aya gave him a look, but he just continued to laugh. "It's a really nice ring Aya, but we've told you before guys tend to say something went they meant something else. For example: Of course not. This ring was a real bargain, and I could see you loving the ring on your finger…He really meant: Of course this thing is expensive. It's a real fucking diamond. And it was the cheapest one I could think of you wouldn't get mad about."

Aya looked at him with shock. She was going to say something, but Neville's laugh got a tiny bit louder for a little second. "Draco wouldn't lie to me."

"Everyone lies. I lie. Neville lies. I'm not sure Harry lies, but I'm pretty sure that Draco lied."

Aya huffed for a few seconds before looking at her ring. "I can't believe he lied to me about this. He seemed so sincere……Oh, my god. What if he's lied to me about other things, and I don't know it because he's so good at acting like he didn't lie. Oh, my god. I'm in a sham engagement." Neville just started to laugh harder; he was literally holding his sides.

And guess who walked in their compartment. Draco Malfoy.

Aya looked up and smiled as Draco sat down next to her. Harry, who hadn't even looked at anyone yet, was staring out the window.

While Ron, looked at the two, waiting for them to start fighting over the ring money. Heh heh heh. Ever since they got together in third year, they have been the perfect couple. No joke. And despite Harry and Neville's attempts to stop him, he mad a vow, a vow to make the perfect couple get into one fight before the end of the year. It's not that he doesn't like Draco, he's a very good friend, and he's engaged to one of his best friends. But once he makes a vow, there's no breaking a vow. It's like a pact, or sex, once you're in the middle of sex, you don't suddenly stop, keep going until the end. That's what this felt like. Four years and he couldn't even get a squabble out of them.

"How much did you spend on the ring?" Aya asked after Neville rolled out of the room.

Draco looked at her with a tiny smile. He knew that was going to eat her up inside. "You really want to know?"

"Yes." Aya said crossing her legs and folding her arms.

"That job that I have every summer pays really well. I'm saving the rest for an apartment, and I bought the ring for two thousand dollars, which is a real bargain for an engagement ring." Ron's eyes widened for a few seconds before he gave up. This round was lost. But he still had a whole year. Oh yes, he would win.

Aya gaped at him. "You spent two thousand dollars on me?" Ron was a little shocked to see her lunge at him and give him a hard kiss that soon turned into them making out (snogging).

After a minute or so, Ron said, "You know what; we're just gonna go and see if Neville is still alive." He grabbed Harry and got out of compartment.

"What?" Harry asked, a tiny big mad.

Ron looked at him weirdly. "Is everything okay?"

Harry looked at him for a few seconds. He didn't know if he was okay. As soon as he got on the train, he felt a little tingle in his stomach. But he didn't want Ron to worry. "I'm fine. Just feel a bit weird I guess."

Ron shrugged before looking around for Neville. "I saw him roll out of here laughing. Were the hell could he roll. Did you see him laughing? I didn't even get what he found so funny."

"Well, we got to find him."

Ron looked down both ways of the train and said, "You go that way, I'll go this way."

Harry stopped him before he got out of reach. "Why can't I go that way?"

"If I have the choice, I choose north."

Harry looked at him with raised eyebrows before rolling his eyes and walking south down the train. He stopped a few times as that tingle got a little stronger, but he ignored it the best he could.

He looked into each compartment. He saw a few first years that looked really nervous about their first year. But no Neville.

Then he opened a compartment that made him pause. Only one person in it, and it looked like a seventh year or a six year girl. But he's never seen her before. And she was alone. No one ever sits alone, in a compartment, on a train. There's always someone who needs a seat when every other compartment is filled.

Oh, and not to mention that this gal was, Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.

*

Hermione Granger

Also know as the neighborhood whore, and she doesn't deny it.

Seventeen years old, long dark brown curly hair, dark brown eyes that for some reason made boys crazy with lust, full red lips, breasts that women think are fake because of their perfectness, curves to die for, and long lustful legs even though she's not tall.

But she's not really a good kind of girl, if you know what I mean. She's terrible with authority, does the occasional drug, she's not a big drinker, but she does smoke. But it's okay, because she doesn't have an addictive behavior. You'd think she's a psychopath, and she basically is. It's almost as if she has no heart, no emotions, no conscious, no feelings. But you would expect all of that coming from her if you met her mother.

Victoria Granger. A very attractive alcoholic, chain smoker, and she doesn't care about her daughter at all. It's almost as if she doesn't even know she exists. But Hermione got used it. In fact she doesn't even care about her mother anymore. They're kind of like roommates that live together, but they don't want to live together, but they have to because of a money problems or something. They don't hate each other; they just barely know each other, like neighbors in New York.

Oh, and her mother's also a vampire. She usually goes out late and feeds off of bums and street people, rarely killing. Hermione's father was a mystery to everyone. He wasn't a wizard, he wasn't a muggle, but he was something different, one of a kind really, until his daughter Hermione was born. He left as soon as he found out Victoria was pregnant. Her mother never told her his name or anything else about him, except that he was extremely handsome. Like that helped.

But since Hermione is half vampire and half something else, it's been difficult growing up. She doesn't care for tasting blood, but she is fascinated by it. The only thing her mother told her is that she'd only like her mate's blood. But she hasn't found him yet, and she hopes she never does.

She can go in the light, but she doesn't really like it, she prefers the night, and darkness. Hermione also can do certain things that other people or witches can't do. She can think of something, snap her fingers and it happens. For example: she thinks of an apple, she snaps her fingers, and an apple appears in front of her, or in her hand. Another thing, which she's been practicing, is thinking of something, pointing her finger at it, and moving it to where she wants that thing to go. For example: she points at the window, moves her hand to the left, and the window opens. She figured she got that from her father.

Not to mention her healing abilities. She heals almost immediately after she gets hurt, which isn't very good for a person that's trying to kill herself. That's when she first found out about her healing. She sliced her wrist and was ready to die, but when nothing happened, she looked down at her wrist and saw no blood, and no cut. Woe.

Anyway

Hermione was currently packing, she was heading to Hogwarts today, but apparently, she had to go on a train, and she had to go to London, which was only a snap away, but still.

A week earlier, she got a visit from an old man named Dumbledore. He gave her a letter and said he would like her to g to a magical school called Hogwarts. He said she could be in her own year, and that it would be wise to accept. It seemed pretty stupid, but she had nothing better to do.

So here she was, walking over to her half passed-out mother on the couch with her suitcase.

"I'm leaving. I might come back, I might not……Bye." Hermione said causally as she started walking out. Her mother barely even lifted her head to see her leave.

She looked around, making sure the coast was clear before snapping her fingers and appearing in Platform 9¾. She looked around saw a bunch of kids saying goodbye to their parents.

She put her suitcase with all the other ones before getting on the train. She looked for an empty one, and after a few minutes, found an empty compartment. She went in and immediately snapped her fingers. Her iPod and speakers appeared, and she put on Telephone by Lady Gaga, and Beyonce.

She leaned back and closed her eyes. Feeling rather calm and relaxed, but then she felt a little tingle in her stomach. She held onto her stomach for a few seconds before everything was okay again.

She looked out the window to see they had started moving. She sighed and laid back before taking out a cigarette from her jacket pocket. She snapped her fingers for her lighter and lit her cig.

She inhaled deeply before releasing the smoke a few seconds later. That felt good.

She felt that tingle again. She rolled her eyes at the feeling before taking a few more drags. Not really caring that much about the cleanness of the train, she dropped her cigarette on the floor and stepped on it to rub it out.

When she felt that tingle get stronger, she took out her book to get her mind off it. HeartSick, a great book, she started it a few days ago and was already addicted to it.

When Hermione heard her compartment door open, and feel the tingle get stronger, she looked up from her book and lost her breath. This was a first, usually it was guys that loose their will at the sight of her, not the other way around.

*

"Um……Hello." Harry said with a slightly shaky voice.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "What do you want?" She asked in a slightly cold voice. She might feel weak at the knees from the sight of this guy, but she is a damn fine actress, and no way is she going to break down for this guy.

Harry continued to stare at her, not hearing a word she said, not to mention the tingle in the stomach stopped, so it was a bit easier to focus. But this girl was wearing jean shorts, a black tank-top, and a battered up old army jacket that had so many holes in it, you could practically see all her skin.

When he saw her looking at him, waiting for something, he realized she said something. "Have you seen an average height pale guy with really short black hair?"

"No…Now get out." Harry could tell from her voice that she was American. But he didn't want to leave.

He was about to, but he really want to know who she was. "Sorry, but…who are you?"

"Who are you?" Hermione asked back, looking him up and down.

Harry held out his hand. "I'm Harry…Potter." His name was well known by everyone, but he hopped she didn't know it.

Hermione looked at his hand, then back down to her book. When he didn't leave, she looked back up at him. He was waiting for her name. She rolled her eyes and was about to say it, but a bouncy red head girl came over.

"Harry. I'm so glad I found you." She gave him a quick peck, which Harry didn't seem comfortable from, and then she looked at Hermione. "Who the hell are you?" Harry looked at Ginny with wide eyes. What was wrong with her, she never talked that way to anybody.

Hermione raised her eyebrows with tiny smirk. "Aren't you a nice little girl."

Ginny narrowed her eyes. Just because she was a year below Harry didn't mean she was a little girl. "Who are you?"

"None of your business, now will you please get out."

Ginny glared at the girl before grabbing Harry's hand. "You better change into your robes."

Harry looked at Ginny weirdly as she led him up the train. That tingly feeling was back, and it was starting to hurt. "Ginny…stop."

Ginny stopped and turned around to Harry. She had a sick smile on, and for some weird reason, Harry found it disgusting. "Can you believe that girl? Who the hell was she anyway…and what were you doing talking to her?"

"Ron and I were looking for Neville."

Ginny started playing with the collar of his shirt and said, "She was really mean to me, I don't want you to talk to her anymore."

Harry looked at her shocked. "You can't tell me what I can and can't do."

Ginny took a step back, obviously not expecting that. "Harry, I'm your girlfriend. And I'm letting it go that you were staring at her like she was a goddess."

"I don't even know who she is; you can't tell me I can't talk to someone."

Ginny looked at Harry for a few seconds before smiling. "Okay fine. I don't want to ruin the mood for tonight."

Before, the idea of sleeping with Ginny made him really happy, but now, he's getting the need to throw up. Feeling that, he felt the need to say something, now. "Listen, Ginny…Over the last…three minutes, I've been thinking. I don't think I'm ready to have sex yet." That wasn't true. He felt the need to have sex with the girl he just met, but he doesn't want to have sex with Ginny.

She looked mad for a few seconds before smiling. "Oh. Okay." Harry raised his eyebrows as she skipped off.

He shrugged before walking back to the compartment. He walked in to find Neville and Ron in a conversation, and Aya reading a book while resting her head on Draco's shoulder. He sat next to Neville. "Where were you?"

"I found him coming out of a compartment with a smug smirk on his face. Obviously he found a girl to fuck." Aya kicked Ron's foot with a little glare. She really didn't like swear words.

"Who was it?" Draco asked, not really that curious.

Neville shrugged with a smile. "To hell if I know."

Harry shook his head with a smile before it disappeared. "Does anyone know if there's going to be a new girl in our year?"

Aya smiled. "Yes. I heard about that. But no one knows who she is."

Harry just nodded his head before the train came to a stop. They all stood up and smiled. "I guess our new year starts now.

*

Hermione followed a bunch of little kids to some boats before being stopped by a huge man with a little beard. "Sorry miss, first years only."

"This is my first year." She said with raised eyebrows.

"Oh. Well, this way." He pointed her to a boat and she got in. apparently, she got in the last boat, and the big man was the only one who joined her. "I'm Hagrid."

She turned her head and gave him a tiny smile. "I'm nobody important."

"Everyone is important."

Hermione sighed with an amused smirk. "Not me."

Hagrid shook his head before docking the boat. Hermione gave him a quick wave before following behind the group of little kids. She kept in the back, taking her time. When she heard an old woman start to talk, she listened.

"Hello. I'm Professor McGonagall, I teach transfiguration. You are about to enter the Great Hall, follow me and keep in a straight line. When I call your name, you will step up and be sorted into your house."

Hermione liked the Great Hall, it was big and old. For some reason, she just likes old things. And the fact that there were candles floating in the air was just amusing.

"Jessica Gorine." McGonagall called as a little girl with black pigtails walked up and sat in the chair. The professor a hat over her head and the hat started to talk. But it seemed only the little girl Jessica could hear it.

Suddenly, the hat yelled out. "Ravenclaw." The girl jumped off the chair and

After six more kids, the professor called out, "Hermione Granger…" Everyone noticed the way McGonagall's eye's widened and she looked back at Dumbledore, he nodded and she looked back with a tiny smile as Hermione stepped forward.

A few gasps were heard at the sight of Hermione. She was beautiful, and she was starting on her seventh year, and she was new. But Harry was just focused intently on her, her name is beautiful too.

Hermione sat on the chair as the hat was put over her head. The room was dead silent, everyone waited to hear what house this mysterious new girl was going to be put in.

"My my, so the prophecy is true. No doubt you've met him already, that tingle in you stomach. I can see you're not an easy one to please, but I hope you feel content with…GRYFFINDOR." The hat yelled out at the end, but Hermione just sat there, confused by what it said. Who's him? How the hell did that hat know about the stomach tingle? What prophecy? She doesn't have any significance in life…Right?

Harry slightly smiled, but Ginny just groaned.

She was broken out of her little trance by the sound of cheers coming from the Gryffindor table. She figured that's where she has to go, so she did. She sat at the end of the table, looking at the table of professors, not even paying to mind anything around her.

She looked at the old man in the middle, the one that came to see her. Dumbledore. He was looking at her with a little smile that was partly hidden by his long beard. She eyed him curiously as he nodded at her, like he was pleased she got in Gryffindor, or did he already know she would end up in that house?

As the rest of the little kids were sorted, Hermione noticed that almost everyone in the room was staring at her. She felt the need to have a cigarette, but figured that it wasn't really the time, or the place.

When all the kids were seated, Dumbledore stood up and the Hall became silent again. "Hello, and welcome to another school year. For the first years, I must warn you all, not to venture into the forbidden forest. Also, you might all notice that we have a new student in the seventh year. Some of you might find this odd, but her…abilities give her an advantage. Now, on with the feast." He clapped his hand a food appeared on the tables. The new little kids gasped and smiled before digging in.

But Hermione's mind was on the forbidden forest. What was forbidden about it? She wanted to know. She wanted to find out. But of course she had all year for that. Right now, she was expected to eat.

She looked at the food for a few seconds before rolling her eyes. She's not really one for meat, or vegetables, but fruit is okay. There was so much meat on the table, and the fruit was on the other end of the table. She sighed before pouring herself a cup of water. And, as if the old man new her little dilemma, a bunch of fruit appeared on her plate. She looked up to see Dumbledore smiling. He raised his goblet to her before taking at drink.

This old man was getting strange, and it only made Hermione curious.

*

"That new girl is hot." Ron said with some chicken in his mouth.

Aya grimaced at the sight of Ron talking with his mouth full. She used to tell him to close his mouth and wait to talk until he was done chewing. But she gave that up a few years ago. It still made her sick though.

She looked towards Harry and saw him staring at his empty plate. "Harry? Is something wrong?"

Harry looked up at saw Aya looking at him concerned. "No. I'm fine."

Aya looked at him suspiciously before asking. "Is it about Ginny?"

"I'm fine." Harry said, again before Ginny turned back towards him.

"Harry, I was just having a great conversation with Lavender, and she said the room of requirement will be free next week on Sunday." Ginny said suggestively to him.

Harry felt sick at that, and then it happened.

He. Harry Potter. Threw up on the on the Gryffindor table. Their first day back at school, and the Harry Potter threw up.

Aya leaned against Draco, not wanting to get any puke on her. Neville just looked at the puke as it came out of Harry, wondering what it was; he hadn't even eaten anything yet. Ron, who had his mouth full with some type of meat, was starting to feel sick himself. And before anyone could even react at Harry's spontaneously throwing up, Ron hurled.

Harry stopped, but someone else at their table started throwing up, and before anyone could do anything about it, half the people in the Great Hall were throwing up their dinner.

A few shrieks were heard before everyone and the professors started using cleaning spells. When the hurling stopped, so did the eating. After that display, I don't think you would eat either.

Harry couldn't help but notice Hermione chuckled every now and then. He turned towards Ginny to apologize, but she wasn't there. He shrugged before Dumbledore announced the night was over and that everyone could go to their rooms. It seemed that everyone couldn't wait to get out of the Great Hall. And Hermione just trailed behind, a little smirk on her face.

She looked around and saw all these staircases. That was a bit weird. Oh well.

And then she heard some weird word used for the password to enter the house. Everyone stumbled in and she just waited until everyone stopped pushing to enter. It was nice common room, a lot of red, but it was still nice.

The prefect explained that the girl's rooms were upstairs on the left, and the boys were upstairs to the right. Hermione didn't really pay attention to him after that, she just went upstairs and to the left.

She took out the piece of paper that came with her letter from her pocket. It said her room was the second on to the right, she looked up and shoved the piece of paper back in her pocket before going to her the room.

Her roommates were already there, and they seemed to be engrossed in a conversation, except one girl with bushy brown hair, she was on her bed reading a book in silence. Everyone stopped talking when Hermione entered the room though.

She saw that one bed was empty, and it had her suitcase on it. She moved over to her bed, ignoring the stares and whispers.

She put her suitcase under her bed and looked at her sheetless bed. She snapped her fingers, and black sheets, a black pillow, and a black blanket appeared. Did I mention her favorite color was black?

Her roommates gasped before whispering again. Aya looked at her curiously before putting her book down and getting off her bed. Her bed is right next to Hermione's, so she barely had to move to greet her.

"Hello. I'm Aya."

Hermione looked at her for a few seconds before saying, "I'm Hermione."

"That's a nice name, are you from America?" Aya asked, noting her accent.

"Yes." Hermione said before getting a few little things out of her suitcase.

Aya shifted on her feet. "Do you mind if I ask why you waited until you were seventeen to come to Hogwarts?"

"Why would I mind?" Hermione asked, slightly confused.

"I don't know if it's a personal matter or not." Aya explained as she noticed Hermione looking at her as if she were weird.

Hermione looked to the side and saw the three other girls that lived in the room listening intently. I might have forgotten to mention that Hermione has a lot of charm and is really good at lying and manipulating people.

"I just got out of jail." She lied easily.

They all gasped except Aya, who was just curious. "Why were you in jail?"

"Protesting in China, for Tibet." Hermione said as she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Aya raised her eyebrows. She didn't believe that for one second. The American embassy wouldn't allow that, not to mention she would have heard about it in the paper. But the other girls seemed to believe it.

"I hear you get raped in jail." Lavender said as she shuddered at the thought of being raped by a woman.

"What if she lied…What if she killed somebody?" Everyone went quite for a moment before Hermione came back in the room.

"Goodnight." The three girls said before diving into their mattresses. Hermione smirked while walking to her bed and taking out her iPod and speakers. She just can't fall asleep without music, actually, she doesn't sleep; one of her Vampire traits. But it helps her relax.

Aya, seeing that the other girls had closed their little curtains, walked over to Hermione, who was laying on her, going to her sleep playlist. "I know you lied. Can you tell me the truth?" Aya asked, trying to sound as nice as possible. She doesn't like liars.

Hermione turned her head to the side, looking at Aya. She could tell this violet eyed girl wasn't going to give up. She didn't know why this girl wanted to know anything about her, but she found her interesting. "I didn't know anything about this school. But this old man with a long white beard, Dumbledore, came to my home. He asked me to come, and told me I could be in the year I would be in if I went to the school my whole life. I didn't have anything better to do this year, so I came, decided to check this place out."

Aya was a little shocked that Dumbledore personally went to see her, but was still a bit curious. Hermione smiled mockingly before pointing two fingers at the curtains around her bed and moved her hand down. Aya was utterly shocked when the curtains closed. The only other student who knew wandless magic was Harry.

*

Harry was lying in her bed when the tingly feeling came back. It really was getting a little bit painful, and when Ron saw him clutching his stomach, he got a little bit concerned. He turned towards Neville, who was reading something on his bed. "I think there's something wrong with Harry."

Neville look up at Ron before leaning to the right to get a look at Harry, was seemed in pain. "I think you're right. Tomorrow we'll take him to Madam Pomfrey. He's been acting like that since the train ride."

Ron nodded his head before he will himself to go to sleep, it was a little hard to sleep knowing that there was something bothering his friend, but he found a way.

Neville sighed before putting his book down. He took one last glance at Harry to see him trying his best to sleep. He wanted to help his friend, he did, but he didn't know what he could do at the moment. And he had to meet someone in the common room, it wasn't a girl, but it was still important.

*

Draco shifted nervously on his feet. Neville said he needed to talk to him, and he figured it had something to do with Aya.

"Draco. You came…We need to talk." Neville said in a very serious voice as they sat down.

Draco nodded his head, slightly nervous. Out of Neville, Harry, and Ron, Neville was the most protective of her, and Draco felt like he was talking to her father…which he has yet to do.

Neville put his hands together, remembering that Godfather movie. "I'm very happy that you and Aya are engaged, you really love her, and that's all that really matters…But. If you ever hurt her, I will send an army of fire ants on you while you sleep, and if I can find them, the kind of ant that eats human flesh."

Draco gulped. It didn't go as bad as he thought it would, but it was still a pretty gruesome threat. He can't imagine what it'll be like when he meets her parents. "I won't ever hurt her. I can promise you that."

Neville nodded his head before saying, "Good, now that that's out of the way. I must warn you, Aya is not a very good cook. When you get married we don't want to eat her experiments just because she's married."

Draco nodded his head with a smile. He realized early in his relationship with Aya that he would have to accept the fact that she comes with Ron, Harry, and Neville. And he has. He also realized that when they get married, Ron, Harry, and Neville will probably practically live in their apartment, or at least by one across the hall from theirs.

"I understand completely." Draco said before getting up.

They said goodnight and a few minutes after Draco went up, Neville was about to go up too, but he saw Ginny come down and hid behind a corner. Something didn't seem right.

When Seamus came down Neville got even ore confused. But his mouth dropped when Ginny ran up to Seamus and kissed him.

Oh, my god. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Neville doesn't like Ginny, neither do Aya or Ron, but he never expected her to cheat on Harry.

When Seamus starting taking off her robe, Neville backed up to the stairs and when he couldn't see them anymore, ran to his room.

*

Hello. This is my first Harry Potter Fic.

This is a Romance/Adventure/ Humor/Supernatural/Fantasy Fic. And if there are any suggestions on anything, I'll gladly hear them.

Please review, I like to know what people think.