Disclaimer: Pretty much all the (well, yes all) characters in this story belong to JK Rowling, blah, blah, blah. And I'd just like to say that this crazy rendition was inspired by: The OC, Days of Our Lives, Lord of The Rings (i.e. Lavender!), Gossip Girls, my own crazy fantasies about Tom Felton, and my bizarre imagination enjoy!
Sightings: HP and RW walking to potion's class. HG running late to class? Well that's unusual. DM seen lurking behind a suit of armor after Care of Magical Creatures, hasn't been seen since. AD writing a letter in his office. GW flipping through a copy of Witch Weekly in the Gryfindor common room, reading an article called "Eight Sexy ways to spice up your dull relationship." Now let's see what our Magical friends are up to shall we?
"What do you mean you just saw Lavender?" Harry gave Ron a raised eyebrow. Was Ron losing it?
"But Ron, Madame Pomfrey just announced this morning that she died yesterday in the Hospital Wing."
"Don't be thick Harry I was there, I heard what Madame Pomfrey said! It's just I thought... one minute she was there... then she was just gone." He IS losing it then. Harry inched away from Ron. "Oh come on Harry! I can't explain it either it's weird you know, I guess thinking about her has messed with my brain a bit... it was just such a shock you know." Harry gave a heavy sigh and put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Yeah I know what you mean mate, it must have been really hard for you, you don't suppose she was really pregnant though was she?" Ron stiffened.
"Err no, she couldn't have been, I mean Madame Pomfrey would have said something although she didn't even say HOW she died, but anyway there is just no way she could have. We did use a spell to make sure that wouldn't happen. "
"Well, I'm really sorry man, I wish there were something I could do." Although Ron was depressed that his girl friend had passed away, he couldn't help but feel relieved. She had recently developing strange habits. Ron drummed his fingers thoughtfully as he recalled several nights ago, he had waken up early in the morning to find Lavender going through his trunk. She had claimed that she was looking for something of hers that she thought she had left over, but Ron didn't buy it. As messy as he tended to keep his things he would have noticed something pink and frilly almost immediately. Come think of it they had began to grow apart. And she was really jealous of Hermione... even before she and Ron... No way! Ron thought, She was way suspicious before that happened, the other night was just a fluke. The thought of it made Ron feel both really happy, and really guilty. But did he dare tell Harry? Would Harry even understand? It was taking a risk but he had to tell him, who could understand better than Harry, they were best friends.
"Harry, look man, I have something I have to confess, and I'm not proud of it, but I need to get it off my chest."
"What is it Ron?"
"Last night I was visiting Lavender in the hospital wing, you know after she was 'injured.' She was acting really strange, asking me all these questions about where I had been during lunch, if I'd been hanging out with Hermione, and I finally told her, I said, 'Look Lavender, you've been acting really strange lately, and I don't understand you anymore. I just need some time apart alright?' and Harry, she got really funny."
"Well that's great that you finally told her,"
"Listen Harry, I'm not done. After that I left the hospital wing and literally ran strait into Hermione...
"Oops, sorry I didn't- Oh Ron! I'm so glad it's you I thought it might be, oh never mind."
"Are you alright? You seem a little..." Hermione looked up at him; her eyes were watering slightly and her face looked forlorn. "Hey what's wrong with you?" This was just too much for Hermione; it really wasn't so bad until Ron said it out load. She couldn't help it; a few tears escaped her watering eyes and rolled down her cheeks onto her slightly ruffled black robes. "I'm sorry, it's just Malfoy...he...he" A few more tears. Ron pulled her into a tight embrace and Hermione buried her face into his robes and sobbed. "Forget Malfoy, he's just a git," He rocked her back and forth as if cradling a baby. "What ever he said to you-"
"Oh it's not that, it's just..." She let out a great shuddering sigh. "...So complicated really, oh but it doesn't matter." She looked up at him, her eyes were puffy by now and her eyes were sparkling. "Ronald, You're a really great friend, and I'm...I'm sorry that I've been avoiding you lately- What are you smiling about?"
" It's-It's nothing really just, well you called me Ronald"
"And?"
"Well, it's just I've never been called 'Ronald' bye anyone but Mum, when she's really angry at me." "Oh, I'm sorry-"
"No! No, I..." The gaze she had on him seemed to draw him closer to her, "...I..." Was she always this beautiful? Her tears seemed to accent her eyelashes. "I sort of like it...when you say it." She blinked and smiled not the smile of the little girl he had once made cry, or the smile of a bushy-haired know-it-all he used to loathe. But the smile of someone he could trust, someone who he knew would always be there for him, the smile of a beautiful woman who's every word made the tips of his fingers tingle.
"Hermione, I think...I think I love you...in fact, I always have-" She ended his thought process quickly as she leaned forward and kissed him...
"You did what in a broom closet with Hermione?"
"SHH! Not so bloody load Harry!" "That sort of reminds me of my first date with Ginny..."
"Shut the bloody hell up! That's something I REALLY don't want to hear about!"
"Sorry mate, Forgot. I can't believe it though! I mean Hermione and you!"
"Yeah who would have th-"
"I knew it! I knew it all along, it was soooooo obvious."
"Oh shut up Harry, we had better get to potions."
That dirty stupid whore! Putting her in pure hands on my Ronykins! I'll make that bitch pay...
Though it would appear that the steps leading down to the dungeons were empty except a few wads of paper and a forgotten quill, Lavender Brown was rocking as she sat on the steps concealed by and invisibility cloak. She was shaking with anger.
Faking a Pregnancy didn't seem to work, but maybe just maybe faking DEATH will. Now I must play this out very carefully, I knew Rony was sneaking around, well we'll see who he loves more when we reveal the truth about that stupid Muggle bitch...
"Cloaky hasn't let me down before, he's the only one I love more than my Ronny-Bonny, you love me too don't you Cloaky?" She stroked the fibers of the Invisibility Cloak, and made purring noises.
We'll hang low for a bit, watch what Ronnie does without me... then we'll strike, Hermione Granger Wont stand a chance, she'll be dead...
"And then Roonie-Boo will be all mine!" She bellowed maniacally at the precious moment that the Fat Friar came floating up the steps. He stopped dead, and tossed a wildly paranoid look over his shoulder. There was silence, then a quite fit of laughter. He shook himself but the laughter did not cease, so he glided away quickly, after reaching the conclusion that he was finally going mad. And he wasn't the only one!
Albus Dumbledore paced his office for what was probably the millionth time that day. Never in his long, eventful life had he ever had to deal with something like this. He stopped ran his sparkling blue eyes over the many portraits of the sleeping former head masters and mistresses that covered the walls of his office. He grunted out load causing a pointed nosed witch to twitch and turn over. "Gone evil they have, the whole lot of them, them toilet seats!" He muttered before returning to his silent snores. Dumbledore sat down again in his desk and stared at the piece of parchment before him. Written in his own narrow writing:
Tom,
I have to admit I was most surprised by your letter, we hadn't spoken since you tried to kill Harry. I guess it was most unkind of me to discontinue my letters. As you can probably guess, I assumed that by trying to kill one of my most precious students, things would get a little awkward between us. I am sorry. Your letter was very kind and I have agreed. Shall we never again let our differences get in the way of our friendship. Keep me informed on your current health.
Yours truly,
Albus
Yes that would have to do, after all he couldn't break up with him over a letter, it would be to unfair. He knew that their friendship couldn't possibly last as long as Tom kept insisting on trying to kill Harry, but this letter would do for now, the time would come when he would have to come clean, and tell his friend the truth, but that time was not now. He folded up the letter and wrote clearly:
Tom Riddle a.k.a. Voldemort
on the outside and handed the letter to a brown barn owl and tied the letter to it's leg. He watched the owl soar into the distance, then turned to find an angry Pheonix perched on his desk. It was puffing up its feathers, it's eyes narrowed. "Yes Fawkes, I know you disapprove of my friendship with Lord Voldemort, but it's my life! Not yours!" He had tried to stay calm but he couldn't contain his rage. Fawkes flapped his wings vigorously causing a strong breeze that blew papers around the office. He then tossed up his scarlet head in the air. And flew onto his perch, his back to Dumbledore. Dumbledore sighed and walked over to the Pheonix.
"I'm sorry, it's just sometimes, you tend to live through me at times, and I know you want what's best for me, but your going to have to let me figure this one out on my own. So are we cool now?" Fawkes pooped on Dumbledore's shoe, then took flight through the open window without looking back. I guess that means his still mad then.
Slowed down by the weight of about twenty books while trying to practically sprint up the stairs, and already five minutes late to class, Hermione Granger was ready to pass out. She stopped briefly at the top of the stairs, panting she looked at her watch. "Oh no! I'm supposed to be in Potions!" She turned around and looked back down the stairs, sighed, and started back down the stairs. About four steps from the bottom a heavy copy of 100 Magical Herbs and Fungi slipped out of her sweaty hands and landed with a thud on her foot. She whimpered and hopped on the other foot, allowing the rest of the books in her arms to go tumbling down the stairs.
"Grrr! Why even bother" she yelled at the empty staircase. She sat down on a stair and put her chin on her knees. She stared down at the book in front of her. An Advanced Guide to Complex Transfiguration was lying upside down and open, it's pages bent from the odd position. As she began to wonder what McGonagal would say if she heard that Hermione had skipped class, the book in front of her began to levitate, as if some invisible hand had grasped the binding and lifted it into the air. "Hey! Come back" She made a grab for it but it zoomed just out of her reach. She got up, and jumped the length of the stairs but the book just floated inches out of her reach. Then is zoomed out around the corner and down the hallway. Hermione looked back at the mess of scattered books and parchment lying sprawled out over the stairs, and turned her head just in time to see her book dart completely out of sight. "I can always get those later" she muttered to herself. At this she sprinted down the empty hall after her Transfiguration book. When she rounded the corner to the next hallway, she found this deserted too except for an open door, she peaked in to find a dark, empty classroom and saw her book levitating in the center of the room. She crept in silently ready to grab her book, but as she extended her hand there was a loud CRACK and the book suddenly burst into a brilliant purple flame. She screamed and covered her face with her arms. Silence followed and she lowered her arms from her face. Floating in mid air where her book had once been, a blood red rose. Smoke was emitting from between the petals. "It's beautiful." She said. As she said this a cool drawling voice answered from the darkness.
"I spent a month figuring out how to do that, I'm glad that you appreciate it." Hermione held her breath and squinted in the darkness. But just then two pale hands closed on her waist. "Draco."
"Shh... Quiet my love," She giggled.
"Listen I really need to get to class." He turned her around to face him, she just couldn't resist his sharp features, and the way his mouth turned up at the ends when he smirked.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that" he smiled, she loved that mysterious smile "Why did you leave yesterday?" She tore her eyes away from him and stepped back. "This can never work Draco-"
"Why not?"
"You're father-"
"Is not me, I am my own person Hermione,"
"But you're-"
"In love with you"
"Draco be reasonable, I'm a M-" He stepped closer to her so that they were only inches apart. She felt his warm breath on her face. He put her hand in his. They laced their fingers together. "You are a beautiful woman," he kissed her "that I love, and that is all that matters" She pulled away from him again,
"Draco look, you can't keep doing this I-I..." she took a deep breath, and said firmly,
"I love Ron." Draco was silent for a moment, then laughed,
"Weasly?"
"I'm serious, we care for each other,"
"But I care for you don't I? This doesn't have anything to do with the whole 'mudblood' tosh does it? As I've explained before, I was stupid then, trying desperately to make my father proud...even when it hurt a beautiful witch that I loved."
"No, no I understand it's just, the wounds run deep, and your family-"
"FORGET MY FAMILY HERMIONE! Forget them, this is about me and you and nothing-" "Please!" There were tears in Hermione's eyes now, "Please Draco, don't make this harder than it has to be, I love Ron, and he loves me. I can't change how I feel."
"You know I only want what will make you happy..."
"And right now, what's best for me is being with Ron," Draco looked if he could even cry, his head was drooping, he avoided Hermione's gaze. After what seemed like an eternity of silence he spoke, "So then this is where your heart truly lies?"
"For the present."
"Very well, but I want you to keep this." He placed in her hand a small black box. It was made out of a velvety material, and engraved in silver on the top of the box were the words:
Pour Jamais.
"It's French" he said "it means-"
"Forever" she finished his sentence, "but I don't understand, what-"
"Open it." She did. Inside what a silver ring with a large heart shaped diamond. "Oh Draco, it's beautiful, but I couldn't..."
"You must, if you ever change your mind, about loving me, all you need to do it put on this ring, and, I will know." He put his hand out revealing a silver band around his ring finger, it had engravings in it but Hermione couldn't make out what they said. "When you put your Ring on, the engravings in my ring will turn gold. And I will keep this ring on...forever. See you around then... my love." And with that he left Hermione in the dark classroom.
Alone.
Hey! I really wanted to keep going but the thing is bloody long enough as it is, so you'll have to wait until I update, then we can find out what Ginny, Seamus, Neville, Crabbe and Goyle, Luna, and all the rest are up to, but I won't update until I have at least a few reviews so GET REVIEWING!!!!! ...Please!
Sightings: HP and RW walking to potion's class. HG running late to class? Well that's unusual. DM seen lurking behind a suit of armor after Care of Magical Creatures, hasn't been seen since. AD writing a letter in his office. GW flipping through a copy of Witch Weekly in the Gryfindor common room, reading an article called "Eight Sexy ways to spice up your dull relationship." Now let's see what our Magical friends are up to shall we?
"What do you mean you just saw Lavender?" Harry gave Ron a raised eyebrow. Was Ron losing it?
"But Ron, Madame Pomfrey just announced this morning that she died yesterday in the Hospital Wing."
"Don't be thick Harry I was there, I heard what Madame Pomfrey said! It's just I thought... one minute she was there... then she was just gone." He IS losing it then. Harry inched away from Ron. "Oh come on Harry! I can't explain it either it's weird you know, I guess thinking about her has messed with my brain a bit... it was just such a shock you know." Harry gave a heavy sigh and put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Yeah I know what you mean mate, it must have been really hard for you, you don't suppose she was really pregnant though was she?" Ron stiffened.
"Err no, she couldn't have been, I mean Madame Pomfrey would have said something although she didn't even say HOW she died, but anyway there is just no way she could have. We did use a spell to make sure that wouldn't happen. "
"Well, I'm really sorry man, I wish there were something I could do." Although Ron was depressed that his girl friend had passed away, he couldn't help but feel relieved. She had recently developing strange habits. Ron drummed his fingers thoughtfully as he recalled several nights ago, he had waken up early in the morning to find Lavender going through his trunk. She had claimed that she was looking for something of hers that she thought she had left over, but Ron didn't buy it. As messy as he tended to keep his things he would have noticed something pink and frilly almost immediately. Come think of it they had began to grow apart. And she was really jealous of Hermione... even before she and Ron... No way! Ron thought, She was way suspicious before that happened, the other night was just a fluke. The thought of it made Ron feel both really happy, and really guilty. But did he dare tell Harry? Would Harry even understand? It was taking a risk but he had to tell him, who could understand better than Harry, they were best friends.
"Harry, look man, I have something I have to confess, and I'm not proud of it, but I need to get it off my chest."
"What is it Ron?"
"Last night I was visiting Lavender in the hospital wing, you know after she was 'injured.' She was acting really strange, asking me all these questions about where I had been during lunch, if I'd been hanging out with Hermione, and I finally told her, I said, 'Look Lavender, you've been acting really strange lately, and I don't understand you anymore. I just need some time apart alright?' and Harry, she got really funny."
"Well that's great that you finally told her,"
"Listen Harry, I'm not done. After that I left the hospital wing and literally ran strait into Hermione...
"Oops, sorry I didn't- Oh Ron! I'm so glad it's you I thought it might be, oh never mind."
"Are you alright? You seem a little..." Hermione looked up at him; her eyes were watering slightly and her face looked forlorn. "Hey what's wrong with you?" This was just too much for Hermione; it really wasn't so bad until Ron said it out load. She couldn't help it; a few tears escaped her watering eyes and rolled down her cheeks onto her slightly ruffled black robes. "I'm sorry, it's just Malfoy...he...he" A few more tears. Ron pulled her into a tight embrace and Hermione buried her face into his robes and sobbed. "Forget Malfoy, he's just a git," He rocked her back and forth as if cradling a baby. "What ever he said to you-"
"Oh it's not that, it's just..." She let out a great shuddering sigh. "...So complicated really, oh but it doesn't matter." She looked up at him, her eyes were puffy by now and her eyes were sparkling. "Ronald, You're a really great friend, and I'm...I'm sorry that I've been avoiding you lately- What are you smiling about?"
" It's-It's nothing really just, well you called me Ronald"
"And?"
"Well, it's just I've never been called 'Ronald' bye anyone but Mum, when she's really angry at me." "Oh, I'm sorry-"
"No! No, I..." The gaze she had on him seemed to draw him closer to her, "...I..." Was she always this beautiful? Her tears seemed to accent her eyelashes. "I sort of like it...when you say it." She blinked and smiled not the smile of the little girl he had once made cry, or the smile of a bushy-haired know-it-all he used to loathe. But the smile of someone he could trust, someone who he knew would always be there for him, the smile of a beautiful woman who's every word made the tips of his fingers tingle.
"Hermione, I think...I think I love you...in fact, I always have-" She ended his thought process quickly as she leaned forward and kissed him...
"You did what in a broom closet with Hermione?"
"SHH! Not so bloody load Harry!" "That sort of reminds me of my first date with Ginny..."
"Shut the bloody hell up! That's something I REALLY don't want to hear about!"
"Sorry mate, Forgot. I can't believe it though! I mean Hermione and you!"
"Yeah who would have th-"
"I knew it! I knew it all along, it was soooooo obvious."
"Oh shut up Harry, we had better get to potions."
That dirty stupid whore! Putting her in pure hands on my Ronykins! I'll make that bitch pay...
Though it would appear that the steps leading down to the dungeons were empty except a few wads of paper and a forgotten quill, Lavender Brown was rocking as she sat on the steps concealed by and invisibility cloak. She was shaking with anger.
Faking a Pregnancy didn't seem to work, but maybe just maybe faking DEATH will. Now I must play this out very carefully, I knew Rony was sneaking around, well we'll see who he loves more when we reveal the truth about that stupid Muggle bitch...
"Cloaky hasn't let me down before, he's the only one I love more than my Ronny-Bonny, you love me too don't you Cloaky?" She stroked the fibers of the Invisibility Cloak, and made purring noises.
We'll hang low for a bit, watch what Ronnie does without me... then we'll strike, Hermione Granger Wont stand a chance, she'll be dead...
"And then Roonie-Boo will be all mine!" She bellowed maniacally at the precious moment that the Fat Friar came floating up the steps. He stopped dead, and tossed a wildly paranoid look over his shoulder. There was silence, then a quite fit of laughter. He shook himself but the laughter did not cease, so he glided away quickly, after reaching the conclusion that he was finally going mad. And he wasn't the only one!
Albus Dumbledore paced his office for what was probably the millionth time that day. Never in his long, eventful life had he ever had to deal with something like this. He stopped ran his sparkling blue eyes over the many portraits of the sleeping former head masters and mistresses that covered the walls of his office. He grunted out load causing a pointed nosed witch to twitch and turn over. "Gone evil they have, the whole lot of them, them toilet seats!" He muttered before returning to his silent snores. Dumbledore sat down again in his desk and stared at the piece of parchment before him. Written in his own narrow writing:
Tom,
I have to admit I was most surprised by your letter, we hadn't spoken since you tried to kill Harry. I guess it was most unkind of me to discontinue my letters. As you can probably guess, I assumed that by trying to kill one of my most precious students, things would get a little awkward between us. I am sorry. Your letter was very kind and I have agreed. Shall we never again let our differences get in the way of our friendship. Keep me informed on your current health.
Yours truly,
Albus
Yes that would have to do, after all he couldn't break up with him over a letter, it would be to unfair. He knew that their friendship couldn't possibly last as long as Tom kept insisting on trying to kill Harry, but this letter would do for now, the time would come when he would have to come clean, and tell his friend the truth, but that time was not now. He folded up the letter and wrote clearly:
Tom Riddle a.k.a. Voldemort
on the outside and handed the letter to a brown barn owl and tied the letter to it's leg. He watched the owl soar into the distance, then turned to find an angry Pheonix perched on his desk. It was puffing up its feathers, it's eyes narrowed. "Yes Fawkes, I know you disapprove of my friendship with Lord Voldemort, but it's my life! Not yours!" He had tried to stay calm but he couldn't contain his rage. Fawkes flapped his wings vigorously causing a strong breeze that blew papers around the office. He then tossed up his scarlet head in the air. And flew onto his perch, his back to Dumbledore. Dumbledore sighed and walked over to the Pheonix.
"I'm sorry, it's just sometimes, you tend to live through me at times, and I know you want what's best for me, but your going to have to let me figure this one out on my own. So are we cool now?" Fawkes pooped on Dumbledore's shoe, then took flight through the open window without looking back. I guess that means his still mad then.
Slowed down by the weight of about twenty books while trying to practically sprint up the stairs, and already five minutes late to class, Hermione Granger was ready to pass out. She stopped briefly at the top of the stairs, panting she looked at her watch. "Oh no! I'm supposed to be in Potions!" She turned around and looked back down the stairs, sighed, and started back down the stairs. About four steps from the bottom a heavy copy of 100 Magical Herbs and Fungi slipped out of her sweaty hands and landed with a thud on her foot. She whimpered and hopped on the other foot, allowing the rest of the books in her arms to go tumbling down the stairs.
"Grrr! Why even bother" she yelled at the empty staircase. She sat down on a stair and put her chin on her knees. She stared down at the book in front of her. An Advanced Guide to Complex Transfiguration was lying upside down and open, it's pages bent from the odd position. As she began to wonder what McGonagal would say if she heard that Hermione had skipped class, the book in front of her began to levitate, as if some invisible hand had grasped the binding and lifted it into the air. "Hey! Come back" She made a grab for it but it zoomed just out of her reach. She got up, and jumped the length of the stairs but the book just floated inches out of her reach. Then is zoomed out around the corner and down the hallway. Hermione looked back at the mess of scattered books and parchment lying sprawled out over the stairs, and turned her head just in time to see her book dart completely out of sight. "I can always get those later" she muttered to herself. At this she sprinted down the empty hall after her Transfiguration book. When she rounded the corner to the next hallway, she found this deserted too except for an open door, she peaked in to find a dark, empty classroom and saw her book levitating in the center of the room. She crept in silently ready to grab her book, but as she extended her hand there was a loud CRACK and the book suddenly burst into a brilliant purple flame. She screamed and covered her face with her arms. Silence followed and she lowered her arms from her face. Floating in mid air where her book had once been, a blood red rose. Smoke was emitting from between the petals. "It's beautiful." She said. As she said this a cool drawling voice answered from the darkness.
"I spent a month figuring out how to do that, I'm glad that you appreciate it." Hermione held her breath and squinted in the darkness. But just then two pale hands closed on her waist. "Draco."
"Shh... Quiet my love," She giggled.
"Listen I really need to get to class." He turned her around to face him, she just couldn't resist his sharp features, and the way his mouth turned up at the ends when he smirked.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that" he smiled, she loved that mysterious smile "Why did you leave yesterday?" She tore her eyes away from him and stepped back. "This can never work Draco-"
"Why not?"
"You're father-"
"Is not me, I am my own person Hermione,"
"But you're-"
"In love with you"
"Draco be reasonable, I'm a M-" He stepped closer to her so that they were only inches apart. She felt his warm breath on her face. He put her hand in his. They laced their fingers together. "You are a beautiful woman," he kissed her "that I love, and that is all that matters" She pulled away from him again,
"Draco look, you can't keep doing this I-I..." she took a deep breath, and said firmly,
"I love Ron." Draco was silent for a moment, then laughed,
"Weasly?"
"I'm serious, we care for each other,"
"But I care for you don't I? This doesn't have anything to do with the whole 'mudblood' tosh does it? As I've explained before, I was stupid then, trying desperately to make my father proud...even when it hurt a beautiful witch that I loved."
"No, no I understand it's just, the wounds run deep, and your family-"
"FORGET MY FAMILY HERMIONE! Forget them, this is about me and you and nothing-" "Please!" There were tears in Hermione's eyes now, "Please Draco, don't make this harder than it has to be, I love Ron, and he loves me. I can't change how I feel."
"You know I only want what will make you happy..."
"And right now, what's best for me is being with Ron," Draco looked if he could even cry, his head was drooping, he avoided Hermione's gaze. After what seemed like an eternity of silence he spoke, "So then this is where your heart truly lies?"
"For the present."
"Very well, but I want you to keep this." He placed in her hand a small black box. It was made out of a velvety material, and engraved in silver on the top of the box were the words:
Pour Jamais.
"It's French" he said "it means-"
"Forever" she finished his sentence, "but I don't understand, what-"
"Open it." She did. Inside what a silver ring with a large heart shaped diamond. "Oh Draco, it's beautiful, but I couldn't..."
"You must, if you ever change your mind, about loving me, all you need to do it put on this ring, and, I will know." He put his hand out revealing a silver band around his ring finger, it had engravings in it but Hermione couldn't make out what they said. "When you put your Ring on, the engravings in my ring will turn gold. And I will keep this ring on...forever. See you around then... my love." And with that he left Hermione in the dark classroom.
Alone.
Hey! I really wanted to keep going but the thing is bloody long enough as it is, so you'll have to wait until I update, then we can find out what Ginny, Seamus, Neville, Crabbe and Goyle, Luna, and all the rest are up to, but I won't update until I have at least a few reviews so GET REVIEWING!!!!! ...Please!