Hello! Welcome to my very first HP fic. I will admit that it's the first in this category, but not my first fanfic(Check out bio for info) at least under my other pen name. I thought about what theme I could use, and decided to go for this one. Here is a more detailed summary:

The war is over, Voldemort deafeated, but on the brink of death, Draco unknowingly ties himself to Hermione through a deep bond. They become closer than ever in a spiritual sense, but emotionally they couldn't be any farther from each other. Will Draco let Hermione into his heart? Or will he end up breaking hers as he pushes her away into someone else's arms?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this piece of fiction, they all belong to J.K. Rowling. I am making no profits out of this story, I am just merely writing it for fun…

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Eternity With You

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Doomed!

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Blood. So much blood everywhere.

This was the place where the war had taken place, where it had been won thanks to Harry. Her breath caught in a sob as she walked passed some people she had known while in Hogwarts.

She had been cursing Harry to hell and back because he had forced her to stay behind. She had been capable of fighting this war by his and Ron's side. Instead, he had forced her to stay in her room, locked thanks to many bloody lock charms that she hadn't fully known how to bypass. He had probably had help from Dumbledore. She had gone through all the books she had in her room but it had taken her a long time, and by the time she knew what to do, the war was almost at an end. She had to defend herself against some enemies, but then Harry had defeated Voldemort and freed the world of his evil, and one by one the few death eaters had fallen.

She came back to herself and tried to ignore all the still bodies. As she passed a few still scorching corpses, she found that she could even cry for the death eaters. They had been evil, but death was death and she still felt bad about it all.

In the distance, almost across the lake at Hogwarts, she could see a cluster of people, and she had no doubt that Dumbledore was there with Harry and Ron. She had to get to them, but she couldn't get her legs to move any quicker.

More tears came as she recognized a girl that she had studied with once, a girl from Ravenclaw. Others were from Hufflepuff and even some from Gryffindor. In her haste to not look into the girl's slack face, she didn't see where she was going and tripped over a body.

The thing was, this body was still alive as it gave a cry of what she could only describe as agony. She kneeled and moved over to see who it was; her eyes growing incredibly wide. "Malfoy!"

His pale gray eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice and he let out a harsh breath. "Granger," he said her last name hoarsely.

"Where are you hurt?" she asked urgently, looking his tall body over.

"I don't need your help," he spat as he tried to sit up and failed. "I don't need your help!" he growled weakly again. "Leave me."

Hermione shook her head stubbornly and felt her eyes burn again. She couldn't believe that she was crying for someone who had done countless of evil things to her. Well, he couldn't have been too bad. In the end, he had turned out to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix. He had spied on his father and helped out their side; Harry had told her. Malfoy was seriously hurt, she could see it now.

His normally platinum blond hair was matted to his forehead and she could see the tips at the back were tainted in red. If it was his blood, she really didn't know. All she knew was that she had to help him.

There was a tear in the side of his shirt, and she could see a gash from which blood was still flowing. The sun was setting, and she had no idea how long he had been on the ground, bleeding to death.

"Don't be a prick Malfoy, let me heal your wounds before you bleed to death!" Hermione snapped as she searched frantically for her wand.

Draco slapped her hands away from his face as she checked his eyes to see if he was still conscious. "I'm gonna die," he muttered darkly, his face contorting in rage. "But at least I killed him."

Hermione stopped at his words. At first an image of Harry had popped into her head, but then she shook off the thought. Harry was still alive, she somehow knew it. "Please for once don't be such a righteous prat!" she said as she lifted his shirt at the side and his breath hitched in pain. "I know that I'm such a dirty little mudblood that you don't want me touching you, but tough shit. You're not dying if I have something to say about it!"

"Shut…… up…!" he growled.

As she started to heal the wound, which by the way was very deep and angry looking, she noticed that there was a feverish sweat on his brow. He was going into shock! She had to do something. With a small murmur of a spell, a soft blue light left her wand and fell over his wound faster.

It was healing, but it was a big wound and she felt rather than saw as Malfoy began to spasm. "Don't do this, ferret!" she snapped as she tried to hurry the tending of his wounds.

"Rather be…… ferret," he said weakly. "……than book worm," he coughed up blood and his breathing became more irregular.

Hermione frowned. She lifted his shirt further and noticed that his chest was a nasty purple right over his ribs. Someone had very much pummeled his chest and probably shattered some of his ribs.

"I have no time to take you back to the hospital wing, God, what do I do!" she asked frantically. Never before had she been at a loss as to what to do, but seeing the blood, the dead, and his injuries had seemed to erase all the spells in her brain.

She noticed that he was muttering something that sounded suspiciously like a healing spell, but she didn't quite catch all that he was saying. She had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach because of his words. She had read that incantation somewhere.

His hand clamped onto hers and she held it as he continued to murmur while she tried to mend his ribs. He looked two shades paler than usual, and his eyes had closed as he started to shake. "Hermione!" he gasped as his breath hitched and his back arched; the spell finished.

She gulped and watched as a green light surrounded him and then transferred to her through their linked hands. She wanted to run away, to get as far away from him as possible, but she was rooted to the spot. She felt something invade her and couldn't quite place it. Then she doubled over in agony as a pain ripped through her from head to toes.

She tried to take in a breath to scream, but she felt that she couldn't even accomplish that. The last thing she saw before everything went black was a flash of red hair, and someone yelling her name.

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Her eyes blinked sluggishly and her head was immediately hit with a severe headache. She sat up and even that hurt. She felt a bone deep fatigue invade her and she lay back down in her bed.

Hermione frowned and looked around to see if she wasn't hallucinating. Stubbornly she sat up and then swung her legs off her bed. She grabbed a red robe with the Gryffindor insignia and slipped on her slippers. There was a feeling nagging at her in the back of her mind. A sense of loneliness; a missing part of her. And she began to feel anxious. Something was very wrong and she needed to find out what had happened to her.

"Malfoy!" she whispered as the memories of her encounter with him came back to her. She threw the door open and made her way down the stairs and to the Gryffindor common room.

"Mione!" Ron called as he stood from his seat and ran to her. Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati followed closely; all crowding around to see and ask if she was okay.

"Where's Draco?" she asked frantically.

"What? Who?" Ron asked slowly.

Hermione noticed that he was about to snap, so instead she walked off and towards the door. "Hermione, stop!" Ginny called as they ran to her and stopped her as she stepped out onto the other side. "You should be in bed until Madam Pomfrey can see you!"

"I can't just stay in bed! I need to see him!" Hermione said as she almost ran down the steps. She had this yearning inside her that was almost overwhelming. She had to see Draco, had to touch him……… Draco? Since when did he stop being Malfoy, the prick, and had become Draco?... Touch him? She wanted to touch him!

"Hermione? Have you stopped to think a moment about Harry? Have you even asked for Harry? All I have heard is Malfoy, Malfoy, fucking Malfoy!" Ron exploded. "Do you even want to know if Harry's alive?"

The four girls turned to look at Ron and Hermione bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears, but she stubbornly beat them back. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "How's Harry? Where is he?"

"He's in the medical wing at St. Mungo's, unconscious still. He hasn't stirred, and they don't know if he's going to wake up," Ron said slowly.

Dear Merlin, Hermione thought. She hadn't stopped to ask how Harry was because from the moment she had woken up all that had been on her mind was Draco Malfoy. At the thought of him a solitary tear fell down her cheek, and she wiped it away before anyone could see.

But apparently, Ginny Weasley saw it; she wisely kept it to herself. For the moment.

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Why did she feel like crying? She had always been a strong person, but ever since she had woken up after her encounter with Malfoy on the battlefield, she had been weeping and feeling susceptible to anything that normally wouldn't make her cry.

When she had entered the medical wing of Hogwarts, she had felt the immense need to burst into tears. There were countless of beds surrounded by curtains in an attempt for privacy. Healers and nurse-witches were still taking care of those who had been wounded in the battle against Voldemort.

"Why wasn't Harry brought here? It was the closest place," Hermione stated quietly, to no one in particular.

Ginny shook her head. "Since he became our savior, after the final battle he was taken to St. Mungo's quickly, thanks to Dumbledore. There the best healers are taking care of him. He's thankfully alive, though," she commented quietly.

"Is Malfoy here?" she asked quietly, not wanting to set off Ron again.

Ginny nodded and waved her brother and her two other friends away. Ron gave Hermione and unfriendly look and then stomped off. Lavender and Parvati made a face, but then Ginny made another face to let them know that she would tell them later.

"What's the deal with Malfoy?" Ginny asked as she began to lead Hermione down the long stretch of patients in their beds.

"I don't know," Hermione replied honestly. "I stumbled upon him after the war, he was wounded and I tried to help him out. He was being a prat, more than usual, but I helped him. Then…… then he was dying, but he was muttering this spell, and a light surrounded us both. Next thing I knew I had passed out and I woke up today," she said as they stopped at a bed that was surrounded by curtains.

"Did you hear the spell that he was casting?" Ginny asked as they stopped in front of a bed that was surrounded by an off-white curtain.

"I caught part of it, but right at this moment I don't remember anything," she replied with a frown creasing her brow. "All I remember is that it surrounded us both and then we passed out."

"I think you should talk to Dumbledore about this all. I have never seen you cry before, or at least you have never let anyone see you cry. But I saw the tears that you were shedding for Malfoy," Ginny said in all seriousness.

Hermione looked away from her concerned face and turned to pull the curtain open. Draco was on the bed, unconscious and alone. There was a bandage over his right hand and his left arm from elbow to wrist was also bandaged. He had cuts and bruises on his face, but at least he was regaining his normal paleness.

Ginny walked away and left her alone with him as she stepped into the makeshift room. Hermione sat at the empty chair beside him and felt her eyes burn with tears once again. What the hell was going on?

His nearly colorless hair was resting on his forehead and his pillow, making him seem almost like an angel. A dark angel, she knew, but he looked innocent while he was asleep. Unconsciously, her fingers reached up and ran over the soft and silky strands of his hair, while the other ran over his bandaged hand carefully.

"Miss Granger."

Her hands froze in place at the gentle voice that drifted towards her. She dreadfully looked up and towards the part in the curtain. Albus Dumbledore stood there, smiling gently at her.

"Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said softly, her eyes straying to Malfoy again as she removed her hands from him. "I just wanted to see how he was doing."

"Draco is going to be fine. He came very close to death when we found you both, and interesting enough, every time he cried out in pain, you echoed it." The headmaster gave her a pointed look. "For a moment I thought that you were sharing the same breath and heartbeat. You have been in a near comatose state for three days."

Hermione's heart lurched to a stop. "Three days? I thought I had been out for one night! How could this have happened, sir?"

"I am sad to say that I don't know. We will have to ask Mr. Malfoy when he awakens. For the moment, he has been placed under a sleeping spell. Only he can decide when he is ready to wake up."

Both their attention was pulled to the young man on the bed. He groaned quietly and his face scrunched up into the barest of frowns. "Hmmm, he is supposed to be under a dreamless sleep," Dumbledore said as he walked over. He wasn't waking up though.

Draco muttered something under his breath and his head lolled from side to side. He looked to be in the wake of a nightmare as his face flowed with countless expressions. Pain, grief, sorrow, anger…… rage.

"He must be reliving a past horror," Dumbledore whispered as he stood on the other side of Draco's bed.

Hermione felt a tear run down her face, and she reached over her fingers again to run them against his. She gasped as her skin met his and she closed her eyes as her mind bombarded her with images of the war.

At first they were nothing more than jumbled pictures in her head. But then they stopped and one particular image became sharper. His battle with his father. His own father hadn't thought twice of getting him out of the way. That had been the biggest pain and disappointment of his life.

Then…… he had killed Lucius. With another harsh gasp, she pulled away from that image before she had seen anything harsh. She had taken her hand from his and come back to herself. She looked up at Dumbledore and he was looking at her curiously.

"He…… he was remembering. Remembering his father's demise at his own hand," Hermione said as her breath hitched.

"And how could you possibly know this?" He asked slowly.

"When my skin touched his……… it felt as if was taken there. I was sifting through the images in his head. I could see, hear what his father had yelled at him. How he hadn't cared to be going up against his own son. His own father had yearned to kill him," she said as more tears came.

Dumbledore waved a hand above Draco's face and he instantly quieted back into a deep sleep. "Dear Hermione, why don't you go back to your room? You still need rest and I suppose that you will want to visit Harry some time soon. Go back to your room and have something to eat," Dumbledore said as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder and steered her out of the small room.

"No, please! I need to stay with him," Hermione said faintly. "I have a feeling of longing inside of me. I need to stay with him, or at least visit constantly!" she said as she kept turning to look at Draco's still face.

"You will," Dumbledore said kindly. "For now just rest and get better. I trust that we will soon be back to normal and seventh year at Hogwart's will begin. Everything is being cleaned and repaired, and we will be honoring our brave fallen soon."

"Can I come visit him again today?" Hermione looked up at the aged man with dark, sad, yet hopeful eyes.

He gave her a nod. "Yes you may. We are all trying our best to bring back those who have been close to death, and Draco is safe, but as I said, he will awaken when he deems appropriate. Let us hope it is soon."

"Sir, about a spell. Draco, he……… he was muttering a spell before we lost consciousness. There was a light that surrounded us and I felt a deep pain inside of me. Then I blacked out. When I awoke, I had a feeling of emptiness in a deep part of me. All I knew is that I had to see him as soon as possible," she sniffed quietly.

Dumbledore nodded at her words and the wizened wizard looked at her gently, the way a father, or even a grandfather looked at a small child. "I am going to take into consideration all that you have told me, but we won't know much until young Draco awakens."

Hermione nodded once, though she had the nagging feeling that he already knew what Draco had done, and why she was feeling the way she was. He always knew everything. She stopped the flow of questions that were filling her up as they stepped outside where Ginny and Ron were waiting for her.

"Ginny, I really need to talk to you," Hermione said a bit hollowly as they began to walk down the hall. She didn't want to be rude with Ron, but she wasn't particularly in the mood to hear him rant and rave about Malfoy. She was tired. Emotionally drained and she couldn't really place why.

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One month, two days, six hours, thirty minutes, ten, eleven, twelve seconds.

That was the exact time that she had spent waiting for Draco to wake up. Unbelievable but true. He hadn't woken up yet, and there wasn't a day that she didn't visit him, run her fingers through his soft hair…… cry for him.

She had gone to see Harry too. He was up and about already, even cracking a few jokes. Apparently, hanging out with Ron was rubbing off a little too much on him for his jokes were sometimes lame. But she humored him and always laughed.

Harry had known something was wrong with her, always the attentive friend, worrying about others rather than himself. He really was a good person. She had always known, but no one could deny it. She had seen him today, dressed in his uniform and sporting a spiffy black cane, all ready for the sorting ceremony.

He had had an injury to his right leg; nerve damage, Dumbledore had said. The nerves were still healing at their own pace, and so Harry walked with the aid of a cane and with a slight limp. Otherwise he wasn't worse the wear. Classes were going to start the following day. Everyone was going back to normal after the war; damage had been repaired and every thing was starting anew. Subsequently classes at Hogwart's had been restarted.

Tonight the new students would be sorted into their houses, and they would celebrate. They would also honor fallen students that had attended Hogwarts. Other victims of the war would be honored in the wizarding world in a separate ceremony the following week.

Still, with their fellow friends, with Harry, Ron, Ginny, and her other friends, Hermione felt alone, like half of her was empty. She had been researching the last few words that she had heard come from Draco when she had found him, and she was getting closer to their true meaning.

As minutes passed, she became more and more convinced that Malfoy had done something to them, and even worse, she knew that there was something that Dumbledore was hiding from her. Every time she touched Draco's skin she got a flash of his memory, and she wondered if the same happened to him with her, even in his comatose state.

She was walking down the hall towards the infirmary, which had been cleared from most patients except for a minor few, when she felt something short of a punch against the whole front of her body. She staggered against the wall and fell to her knees; she was almost at the doors to the medical room, but she found she had no strength to get up.

"Help!" she cried faintly. But her vision swam and her eyes slid closed as darkness engulfed her before she fell forward. She didn't even know if anyone had heard her.

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"'Mione?"

Hermione blinked awake at the sound of Harry's soft voice, a lazy smile playing on her face. "What happened?" she asked as she tried to sit up. Harry placed a hand behind her back and helped her up.

"Madam Pomfrey found you in the hall. She said that you had called out for help. When she walked outside you were passed out on the floor," Harry said.

Ron reached over and tugged on one of her curls, catching her attention. "You gave us all quite a scare," he said with a soft smile. She returned it; they had made peace just a few days ago, mostly thanks to Harry. "Are you sick?" he asked in concern.

Hermione shook her head. "No. I have been feeling fine, I have no idea what happened today," she said quietly. She looked around and noticed that there weren't anymore patients in the room. "Everyone is good and healthy already?" she asked with a grin.

Harry nodded. "The last person to leave was Malfoy." Hermione's ears perked at this. "Curious thing that happened as we walked in. He was at your bedside. He didn't look harmful, he looked concerned," he said in confusion. "As soon as he saw us, he just sneered and walked away."

"Malfoy's awake?" Hermione asked, trying to mask a surge of excitement at the news.

Ron nodded darkly at the mention of their arch nemesis. "Yeah. He had a complete welcoming party waiting for him outside. His cronies and his all girl fan club. He left with Pansy," he said the name in distaste.

Hermione felt a pang at Ron's last words, but she pushed it deep down inside. She looked out the window and noticed that the sun was setting. "How long have I been out?" she asked in absolute horror.

"About four hours," Harry said with a minor shrug. "We should get going though, the sorting ceremony will begin in an hour and all the other students are already gathering in the Great Hall."

Hermione nodded and attempted to gather her unruly hair into a messy bun, with wisps falling over her face before they walked out and made their way towards the Great Hall. When they entered, students were still standing, clustered around with their friends at their respective house tables.

"Hermione!" Ginny squealed as she ran to her and hugged. "We were all so worried when we found out that you were in the infirmary. We're so glad that you're alright!"

"Thanks Gin," Hermione said happily. They walked over to their table and they all began to sit down as Dumbledore walked in with the rest of the Hogwart's professors. Hermione was trying her hardest to not look at Malfoy; she wasn't ready to face him, or to face whatever it was that he did to her, to them.

Dumbledore called their attention and everyone looked towards the front of the hall. He then gave a wonderfully emotional speech about the bravery of the students, and then the first years were brought in to be sorted.

As the youngest kids were put into their houses, Hermione felt a gentle hand on hers. She looked up at Ron and blinked. He blushed a shade of red lighter than his hair, and gave her a small smile. "I'm happy that you're okay," he whispered.

She gave him a shy smile and was about to reply when deep feeling of anger raced through her. It didn't hurt, but it did make her gasp at the unexpected feeling of it. Her eyes strayed to Malfoy, and she saw that his lips were thinned into a line and there was an unfriendly look on his face.

They stared at each other and time seemed to slow all around them. Then she was snapped from her daze by Ron and Harry. They were shaking her, and that was when she noticed that the sorting was done and that Dumbledore's voice was resonating through the hall. "Miss Granger, and Mr. Malfoy, if you will both join me up here please?" he asked again.

Hermione blinked and stood before making her way to the very front of the hall. Draco did the same and they stood next to each other, with a considerable amount of distance between them.

"As I was saying. Miss Granger is an exceptional student that is fully dedicated to her work and to helping others. She has proven time and time again that she possesses a cunning mind and an endless supply of bravery. As for Mr. Malfoy, another dedicated student. When the war was still slowly brewing, he proved to be a valuable asset to the Order of the Phoenix. His cunning bravery was an important factor when it came to winning the war, and for that, he has gained our respect and admiration. So it is with great pleasure that I present to you this years Head Boy and Head Girl!"

The room erupted in cheers and applause while Hermione managed to offer a smile and tried to ignore Draco's close proximity. Her skin was aching to touch his, but she couldn't risk it. Not in public. Every time she touched him, she had unwanted memories of him, of anything that he had been dreaming or thinking of.

God, she was zoning off again. She heard Dumbledore whisper something to them both. "May I see you both right away in my office? There is something of utter importance that we must discuss," he said before sending them off. Malfoy had already started to walk back towards his table. She looked around and then walked to her table too, sitting down next to Ron in a sort of daze.

Dumbledore closed the evening speech and then swept out of the room as food appeared on the table. Hermione excused herself with her friends and stood to follow the headmaster to his office.

When they arrived, Malfoy flashed her a dark look and she just made a face at him. Very immature, but she didn't want to argue with him at the moment. First, she needed answers. And she was about to get them.

"Please have a seat. Minerva and I have been researching information on the symptoms that you are experiencing Hermione," Dumbledore started. "And Draco, I trust that you know what we are talking about. What spell did you cast before you went into the comatose state a month ago?"

Malfoy frowned and then looked at Dumbledore. "Last I remember, I was muttering a self-healing spell. Granger over there seemed to be stupefied and I was fading quickly. I was moving beyond pain and I was chanting the spell as a last resort to help myself," he said dryly.

Hermione glared at him and Dumbledore caught the look of anger she sent the head-boy. "Would you mind repeating that incantation?" the old wizard asked amiably.

Draco nodded and repeated it without hesitation. At his words, Hermione's eyes grew wide and she shared a look with the headmaster. "That spell sounds an awful lot like a binding spell," she said.

Dumbledore nodded once. "That is precisely what I was afraid of. You see, I believe that Mr. Malfoy, in his haste to be well again, recited the spell with a few mixed up words. Had he chanted the correct words, Hermione would have had no repercussions. But it so happens that unknowingly Mr. Malfoy, you created a bond with Miss Granger. But I am afraid that this goes beyond any normal sort of bond. You have forever sealed your life to that of Hermione's. You became two halves of one soul; you have a link that can not be destroyed."

Draco felt as if a bucket of ice water had just been hurled at him. Stupid bloody bastard he was. He should've just kept his blasted mouth closed and allowed himself to die on the battlefield! Now he was stuck with the little mudblood for the rest of his miserable life.

"WHAT!" Hermione exploded, Draco being the one to bear the full assault of her anger. "How could you be so stupid? Professor Dumbledore, I can't be stuck to this man for the rest of my life! Isn't there something we can do?" she almost wailed. Almost.

"What? Do you think I like the prospect of you being stuck to me for the rest of my life? I can't stand you as it is. Knowing that I will never be rid of you is enough to make me want to perform an Avada Kedavra on myself!" he yelled right back.

"Now, now children," the headmaster scolded. "When I say that this bond goes beyond anything, it means that there are serious implications. For example, if you Draco were to get hurt, then Hermione would feel it as well. If something were to happen to you Hermione, if you were to die, then Draco would follow you. This spell, it can not be broken, and it has only been performed by those who are deeply in love and want to share every single aspect of life with each other," Dumbledore explained slowly.

Hermione's eyes were filled with standing tears. "How could this have happened to me? All I wanted to do was help this ingrate live and I ended up getting myself tied down to him. I don't deserve this! Now I'm doomed to an eternity with a guy who has made my life a living hell from day one," she muttered to herself.

Malfoy gave a snort. "You act as if you're the most bloody perfect person in the world. You are nowhere near my standards as a mate; you are too below my station," he sneered quietly. His nickname for her was left unsaid, but she must have heard it for Malfoy felt a swirl of hurt emotions washing through him. "Bloody hell! Am I going to feel every damned emotion that she does?"

Dumbledore nodded curtly. "You will both need to work together in order to control these reactions. This bond doesn't only tie your lives together, it allows you to share memories, knowledge, feelings, thoughts, and even the power to see through the other's eyes. Physical tact only amplifies this. As time passes and you learn how to control the bond, everything will ebb away, but will never disappear. I am sorry, but you will both need to learn to live with each other because this bond…… this bond is forever."

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So, as an intro was it good? I am trying my best to stay close to the characters attitudes and way of speaking, but I'm sure that I will soon get it better. The next chapter will have more on what Draco and Hermione think about the bond, and possibly an explanation of where it comes from. And there might be a slight of Hermione/Harry or Hermione/Ron going on.

I have one request from you guys, don't know if you can help me. I haven't read any of the books or after 'Prisoner of Azkaban' so I have no clue as to who the new characters are, or what goes on. Is there any way that you guys can give me a short description of some of the characters? And if possible, some spells too. If you can, please give me a physical and attitude description of who they are. I have gathered some info from other fics, but I honestly don't think it's enough. I can't buy any of the books at the moment cause I'm short on funds, but hopefully soon I will be able to catch up on the reading. P.S. If I spell anything wrong, please let me know…

Thanks for reading and I'll see you all as soon as possible!

!Joey!