Cold Love

"Damn them…"

Damn Crabbe and Goyle, leaving me bored in this crappy school called Hogwarts, the most screwed school of them all, as they went home for the holiday. I couldn't go home because Mum said she was going to be 'busy'. Curses…

One top of that, I was stuck with Potter, Weasel (Yes, that was intentional), and the Mudblood. Ugh…I think I'll bug Potter after eating my breakfast in the Common Room. I hope Potter's in the mood for name-calling, because I have tons of names. I would LOVE to see Weasel try to stand up for Potter in the mix, so I would have a reason to taunt him too. Even if they did try to hurt me, they would think twice before taking on two Death-Eaters' son. And if I was lucky enough, maybe Professor Snape would be around in case they did try to fight with me.

And the Mudblood? She wouldn't dare to try and fight with me.

I roamed the halls, trying to find Potter and his motley crew. I looked in the Great Hall but I didn't see them there. I looked around the Gryffindor tower (Not in it, around) but I didn't see them there. Maybe they weren't in the room, I inferred, trying to encourage myself to still look for the three. This is so much harder without Crabbe and Goyle to split up.

After tiring myself around the giant castle of a school, I finally looked in the library after Nearly Brainless Nick (That was intentional too) told me to. I was in luck, but unfortunately, I only found Weasel and the Mudblood. Weasel looked as if he was just entering the library like me. I hid behind a bookshelf as I thought, where the heck is Potter?

"Hermione," Weasel called the Mudblood, "do you know where Harry is?"

"I think Harry said he was going to the Shrieking Shack," she said quietly, as if she knew I was around.

"Why are you saying that so quietly? And what the bloody hell is Harry doing at the Shrieking Shack?" Weasel asked in a normal tone, making a few people stare at him.

"Ronald!" She hissed in a quiet voice. "You know that Dumbledore forbid students toleave school grounds, and the Shrieking Shack is off limits!"

"Sorry Hermione," Weasel apologized. "But what is Harry doing at…" He paused and then looked as if he was thinking. "Oh, it's about…"

"Yeah," she interrupted before Weasel could say any more.

What or who was it about? What was so important about that old broke-down house? Andhow did Potter get to it? I just had to find out. Maybe afterwards, I can tell Professor Snape that Weasel and Potter left school grounds. Maybe they would get expelled, or even the least, points taken from Gryffindor.

Weasel rushed out of the school with no snow gear on and I followed him out with the same, hiding behind miscellaneous items, seeing how the school was like a house for a family of giants, seeing how everything here was humongous.

Once we got outside, he stopped and I jumped behind a pillar, right near the path to that giant oaf of a teacher's house. I thought he heard the snow crunching underneath my feet. Please don't tell me he heard me! Luckily, he looked into the sky to look at something. I looked up as well and barely saw owls flying into their tower, due to the grayish-white sky, carrying random letters.

"The owls are here," Weasel said, turning his body towards the castle. If his ass went back inside, I swear I would put a jinx on him, but fortunately, he went on, muttered about checking it later.

Wow, I was pretty lucky today! Right now I thought, someone must've put some of the Felix Felicis potion in my juice this morning!

I followed him some more until he come across it; the Whomping Willowing. Oh crap! Maybe I should've stayed in the castle. Somehow, Weasel passed it and went into a hole in the tree that I've never seen before. I waited for nearly 2 minutes before going in, trying to find the courage to actually go near the tree. I sighed and went up to it, hoping that it would let me by. Come to find out, the stupid thing was asleep! How does a tree…Well, forget it.

I went through the smalltunnel ahead and arrived in an old dark house. It was lit up by the white glistening snow from outside and inside the windows. It was even lit up through the cracks of the place.

I spotted Weasel going upstairs, calling Potter's name. Each step he took made a loud creaking noise. This was going to be a hard task. Plus, what if I fell through the stairs and caught their attention?

…

Well, I didn't come out here through the cold and freeze my ass offfor nothing! I'm gonna walk up those stairs like a man! AHH! A RAT!

I froze in fear, shuddering at the fact I just saw a gigantic rat run across the floor. I forced back my scream so no one would hear me.

A few second later, I had calmed down and ran my fingers through my towheaded hair. I sighed and began to go up the stairs. The stairs creaked louder and louder as I reached the top of the stairs to see a dusty room with old dusty furniture.

"Hold on one second Harry," I heard the Weasel say, getting up from the bed they sat on.

He was coming for me! I hid behind the door to the room as he looked out the door, looking down the stairs, then left and right. He scratched his head in confusion and returned to Potter. He sat on the bed in the same next to Potter as they looked around the room.

"Remember when we found out about Peter?" Potter asked the carrot-top, trying to reminisce I guess.

"Yeah," Weasel said. "I was scared out of my mind, I was."

He laughed along with Potter. I could only roll my eyes at them for the little goody-goody chuckle they made.

"Remember when we knocked out Snape here?" Weasel reminisced.

"Yeah," Potter said, a bit quieter. "I miss him so much."

"Harry…" Weasel said. "We all miss him."

"It's not fair though! He spent his years in Azkaban, framed of something he didn't even do," Potter said, now with his voice croaking, as if he was about to…no way! Potter was crying! "When he got out he had to hide in a dirt hole, probably sick. Then he promised me a home, away from the Dursley's, and then he…"

Potter was really crying his eyes out! Unfortunately, I'm not the kind of guy that would care! So, I watched from the crack in the door, and Potter was getting up to leave until Weasel did something I never saw in my life; something so shocking, I almost fainted.

Weasel quickly got up and grabbed Potter's arms, made him turn around, pulled him towards him, and stole a kiss. A bloody kiss! I continued to watch to see what Potter would say or do. Surprisingly, he returned the kiss, and they began Frenching. They kissed for nearly five minutes, moaning to each other, "I love you."

Before they finished, Weasel moaned, "I love you, Harry."

Harry replied, "I love you too,Draco."

I gasped in silence, only feeling shocking and what-the-bloody-hellness,as Ron (I'm too shocked for names) pulled away. He looked into Potter's eyes in sorrow. He looked heartbroken. He ran away from Potter, nearly in tears.

"RON," Harry yelled after him. "WAIT!"

It was too late. Ron was gone and Potter began to chase after him. I stood behind the door, still in shock at what Potter had said. I wanted to think about what just happened until I nearly screamed when the same rat ran by.