I don't own Harry Potter, but I wish I did…haha
Frustrated, Martha Potter paced her bedroom. With much anger, she crumpled the letter she held in her hand. "Why must boys be so frustrating!" she yelled, while kicking her bed. "Ouch! Ugh!" Martha whined, after her brief tantrum. Pulling out a small flowered box from under her bed she secretly stashed the note. Just as she was about to lay down she herd her Mr. Dursley screaming. Without missing a beat, Martha dashed down the stairs skidding to a stop. Careful to hide behind the hallway she watched as a huge screech owl swooped in through an open window. Mr. Dursley looked like he was about to lunge forward and strangle her cousin, Harry.
"Boy your out of here!" Dursley yelled at the messy haired teen, "And take that girl with you!" he said pointing towards the stairs. "What's going on?" Martha asked, frightening the Dursley's who were unaware of her presence.
"I was attached by dementors." Harry explained, Martha gasped, "And according to this letter I've been expelled from Hogwarts and the Ministry is sending an official to snap my wand as we speak."
"Oh my go-" Martha started, but was cut off by the arrival of another owl. "Who's it from?" she asked frantically.
", it says not to leave the house, and that Dumbledore is handling it."
"Oh no, your out of -" Again someone was cut off by the unexpected attendance of a third owl. Harry quickly unrolled the parchment and read it, hoping for some more information.
"This one's from Serious-my God Father," he said more to the Dursley's, "Its telling me to stay at private drive and avoid doing anything rash!"
"I don't care what your God Father or that Weasley fellow, they're both lunatics!" Vernon yelled. "Enough is enough! I want you two out in the next half hour, and don't come back!" he said with such gusto the windows started to shake.
"But-" Martha started.
"No buts, this has gone to far!" Once again an owl flew in through an open window, this time bearing a howler. "No more ruddy owls!" Vernon screeched. The owl flew over to Petunia and dropped the envelope in her lap.
"It's a howler!" Harry exclaimed, "If you don't open it, it'll open itself." Many awkward glances were exchanged between Petunia and Vernon. Suddenly the howler started smoke.
"REMEMBER MY LAST, PETUNIA!" an infuriated voice screeched, and then it combusted into flames.
"They're staying." said Petunia, who had suddenly gotten quite pale.
"No, I will not have my fam-"
"Both of you, up to your room, and don't come down." she instructed. Harry and Martha both ran up the stairs, and were put under lockdown.
"Harry what is going on?" asked Martha, worried about what would happen.
"I'm not really sure." he said grimly, "We haven't exactly been filled in about what's going on, and every owl I receive is very brief and discreet." anger was rising in his voice.
"Why are we being left in the dark?" Martha sighed.
"Because apparently we're not trusted enough with a little information!" Harry said as sunk into his bed.
"Apparently saving the wizarding world three times from Voldermort's return doesn't qualify you to be
informed on what the bloody hell is going on. And then when danger finds me, the best they can give me is
'stay where you are!' "
"Harry, I'm I know as little as you do, but anger isn't going to get us anywhere!" Martha said firmly.
"I know." he sighed, "I'm just a little tired of being shortchanged on information."
"Me too." she admitted, "But there's nothing we can do, except sit around and wait I suppose." Harry
picked up a book out of his trunk and began to read. Before long several hours had passed and the pair had
grown tired. Bidding each other a good night Harry and Martha both fell into a dreamless slumber.
A few days later…
"I hate being locked in here." Martha said angrily.
"Hey, it's better then the cupboard." Harry added in with a smile.
"I suppose. I'm going to go make myself a sandwich, would you like one?"
"Yeah, alright thanks." Carefully Martha unlocked the door with a bobby pin, a trick the twins taught her,
and swiftly made her way down stairs. Harry stayed in his room rummaging through his trunk when
suddenly-
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Martha screamed from downstairs, dropping the books he was holding, Harry
dashed down the stairs to his cousin's side. There she stood in the middle of the kitchen, wand pointed at
the intruders. "Who are you." Martha demanded, not lowering her wand. One wizard pushed to the front.
"Lupin?" Martha asked puzzled, the older wizard nodded. By this time Harry had joined Martha and was
now lowering his wand. "Put it back up!" She exclaimed, "If you can brew polyjuice potion, I'm sure a
few death eaters can!" A few of the wizards nodded in agreement. "Supposed Lupin, what was my
boggart?" she asked. Lupin only began to chuckle, "Your boggart turned into a giant merperson that chased
you around my classroom." Slowly Martha lowered her wand.
"Sorry about that, but you can be too sure." she said apologetically.
"Understood." agreed Lupin.
"Smart witch." said another wizard in the group, who turned out to be Mad-eye Moody. "You never really
know who you can trust." he snarled.
"Mad-eye you act like there's a full fledge war going on!" A pink haired witch exclaimed.
"Nymphadora, you know just as well as I about all the disappearances!"
"My NAME is Tonks." she said in a feisty fashion, "And there's no need to worry the kids."
"Constant Vigilance!" Mad-eye exclaimed, Tonks simply rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say Mad-eye."
"Now get your stuff quickly, the sooner we get to headquarters the better."
"What's headqua-"
"Ssshhh we'll explain later." Quickly the cousins ran upstairs and gathered their things. Within minutes
several broomsticks had departed for the sky, on their way to number 12 Grimmauld place.
Once they had landed Mad-Eye handed them a slip of paper.
"Memorize this, quietly." After a few short seconds he snatched the paper away, and ignited it with his
wand. "That is what you need to think about whenever you want to enter number 12 Grimmauld place."
"But Mad-eye-" Martha started but stopped once her question was answered in front of her face. Suddenly
number 11 and 13 had been condescended making room for a number 12 which stretched itself through the
empty space.
"Come inside, hurry." Tonks said, as she levitated the two trunks. Harry picked up Hedwig, and the two
scurried inside. Martha looked around at her surroundings, the house was dimly lit and smelled of mold and
musk. Before she could further survey the house, she was being swept away upstairs by Mrs. Weasley.
"It's lovely to see you two," she said, giving them each a big hug. "We'll be having dinner right after the
Order meeting. Ron and Hermione are upstairs, second door on the left." And she left in a flash. Harry and
Martha gave each other a confused look, but journeyed upstairs anyways. Carefully they climbed the gritty
stairs and knocked on the bedroom door, which was immediately flung open.
"Harry! Martha!" Hermione exclaimed, tightly hugging two of her best friends.
"Hermione, your as bad as my mum, I think Harry's turning blue." Blushing Hermione lightened her grip
and the four walked into the room.
"What is this place?" Harry asked, sitting down.
"Number 12 Grimmauld Place, or as it's secretly known as, headquarters for The Order of the Phoenix."
Ron explained.
"Which is?"
"A secret order of witches and wizards fighting against Voldermort, it was started during the first Wizarding
War." Hermione added. Harry nodded his head.
"Whose in the order?"
"My mum and dad, Charlie and Bill, Lupi-"
"What about Percy?" Ron's face darkened at the mention of his brother, and explained how he had dropped
out of the family. There was a brief silence.
"How are you Harry?" Hermione asked, "That dementors attach is frightening, and the fact that you have a
hearing, appalling."
"Well I'm glad you know what the latest news is." he said, starting to regain the anger he felt only hours
earlier. Martha laid a hand on his shoulder to try to calm him down.
"And if you were so worried, why couldn't you have told me any of this?" he said whilst waving his hands
around, indicating Number 12 place. "Why have Martha and I been left in the dark, while the two of you are
gallivanting around here with The Order of the Phoenix? Why am I being attached by dementors while
everyone is safe and together? And the best advice anyone can give me is stay put?"
"It's not like that!" Hermione exclaimed, breaking into tears.
"WHAT WOULD YOU BLOODY THINK?"
"Calm down Mate." said Ron.
"I AM CALM, I'M JUST SICK OF BEING LEFT IN THE COLD, WHEN I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO
SAW VOLDERMORT COME BACK, I'M THE ONE THAT FOUGHT HIM OFF, I'M THE ONE
BEING ATTACHED BY DEMENTORS, YET THE BEST I GET IN A LETTER IS TO STAY IN THE
SAME DAMN PLACE. WHAT WOULD YOU BLOODY THINK?" Martha comforted Hermione while
Ron tried to calm Harry down.
"We wanted to tell you, but Dumbledore made us swear not to say to much." Harry was about to rebuttal,
when there was a pop, and two more red heads appeared.
"Well hello Harry, we thought we herd your dulcet tones." said Fred
"Better talk a little bit louder though, I'm sure there's people 50 miles from here that didn't hear you."
added George.
"And Martha, your looking as lovely as always."
"Glad to see you haven't lost your charm." she said, giving the red head a hug.
"He also hasn't lost his better looking twin," said George who was next in line. Ginny suddenly burst
through the door, "Get the extendable ears, we can penetrate the door, Harry, Martha, hey, hurry Fred!"
Everyone quickly exited the bedroom, "What's an extendable ear?" Harry asked George.
"It's Fred's and mine latest invention, it helps you hear conversations going on through locked or closed
doors." Just as the ear was set up, the door swung open and a greasy haired man swiftly left.
"Is that Snape?' Martha asked shocked.
"Yeah, he's in the Order also, usally doesn't stay for dinner though. Thank Goodness." replied Ron.
A number of the other Order members filed out and they could hear calling for them. Quickly
they all shuffled down the stairs and joined her in what Martha suspected was the dining room.
"If you kids could set the table, dinner should be done in the next hal-"
"Harry James Potter." A rugged man said as he entered the dining room.
"Serious!" Harry happily exclaimed as he gave his godfather a hug. The two sat down to talk while Martha
helped with dinner.
"So how was your summer dear?" the older woman asked as she stirred the soup she had started to prepare
earlier.
"Horrid." was her one word response as she sliced a colossal loaf of bread.
"Why so?" Molly asked.
"Because, I'm scarred, I know it sounds silly but I'm afraid that Voldermort is going to show up at my
house at any moment. Plus then there's Harry, I'm really worried about him, his scar has been hurting more
and then there were those dementors! He's the only family I have, and he's my best friend, I can't loose
him. Plus there's this boy." Molly's eyes widened, "You don't know him, he's in another house."
she said quickly, "He tells me I'm like no one he's ever met, and that I'm beautiful, but he frustrates me so
much! I mean his parents aren't very excepting, and it would be scandalous if the school found out." Molly
only started laughing. ", this is serious!"
"Oh dear, I know. Just the way you talk makes me laugh. You sound like your reading out of a magazine.
Just remember it doesn't matter what others think, just as long as you and that boy are happy."
"I know, I only wish it was that easy." Molly gave the girl a hug.
"Don't worry Martha, you'll figure out what's best for yourself. Now can you see how they're coming along
with the table, dinner is just about ready." Martha complied and helped finish setting the table. Just as
everyone was sitting down, a screech erupted from the kitchen.
"FRED AND GEORGE! PUT THAT FOOD DOWN! YOUR GOING TO SPILL SOMETHING!"
Suddenly the twins bursted out of the kitchen with that night's dinner in front of them. With a flick of
George's wand, the food flung itself onto the table skidding to a stop, the butter knife landing right where
Sirius's hand laid seconds earlier.
"YOU TWO, WHY MUST YOU BE SO IRRESPONSIBLE! BILL NEVER HAD THE URGE TO
APPARATE EVERY FIVE FEET, AND CHARLIE WOULD NEVER HAVE EVEN THOUGHT
ABOUT ACTING THIS CARELESS, AND PERC-" Molly grew silent.
"Let's eat, dinner looks wonderful." Arthur said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Everyone tucked into
the feast and ate merrily, almost forgetting about what was going on outside Number 12 Grimmauld Place,
Until dinner had ended of course, and Harry decided to speak up.
"I would like some information." he stared.
"Information about what?" Sirius asked, even though he knew what was coming.
"About Voldermort, where is he, how strong is he, how many followers does have, what is the order
exactly, and what exactly is it doing?"
Sirius went through explaining with the help of Lupin, while being carefully monitored by Molly of course.
About 15 minutes had passed until Sirius pushed it to far.
"The order is guarding a um a weapon, something Voldermort is after that he didn't have the first time."
"Sirius, that's enough." Molly said firmly.
"But I want to know." Harry argued.
"Molly he deserves to be informed!" said Sirius.
"He's not James! He's still a child!"
"Molly he's not your son!"
"He's as good as!" Sirius fell silent, "Now all of you, off to bed!" The six quickly made their way upstairs,
not wanting to upset Molly.
Martha and Hermione filed into Ginny's room and filled her in on the discussion that she was not allowed
to sit in on.
"What do you think the weapon could be?" Ginny asked excitedly.
"I'm not sure it's a weapon at all." speculated Hermione.
"What do you think it is then?"
"I'm not sure, it's obviously valuable to You-Know-Who, considering the lengths the Order is going
through to make sure it's hidden, but if it was a weapon I think the Order would be using it, instead of just
keeping it way from him." Hermione explained. Ginny and Martha nodded in agreement.
"What do you think Martha?"
"Oh, well I don't know. I mean it could be anything, it could a special wand, or potion, maybe even Harry."
"Speaking of Harry," Hermione started, "How's he doing?"
"He's been having a lot of bad nightmares about Cedric's death." she explained, "And his scars been
hurting more frequently. I wish there was something I could do, but I can't."
"Maybe he should talk to Dumbledore?" Ginny suggested.
"I've already told him to write to him, but he's convinced he'll only be wasting his time. Sometimes that
boy is so stubborn." The girls laughed in agreement, with a yawn Ginny declared she was going to bed, and
the other two followed in pursuit.
3 weeks later…
Dear M,
I'm excited to see you tomorrow. (I know your equally excited to see me, I mean come one who wouldn't?)
I'm happy to announce that I've made prefect, (Not bloody sure how?) but it'll be much easier to sneak
around. Meet me after the feast in our 'spot'. I'll visit you on the train.
Yours, D
Martha held the note and smiled. Finally, she was excited about returning to Hogwarts. Quickly she got out
a quill and scratched down a reply back.
Dear D,
I'm glad to hear you've been made Prefect, I'm sure you won't let the power get to your head. (That was
meant as sarcasm if you couldn't tell.) As conceited as you are, your right I am looking forward to seeing
you. (Make sure we're inside though, last time the sun almost blinded me when it reflected of your hair.)
I'm not sure if I can make it till after the feast, how about we both miss the carriages? (It should be dark by
then.)Don't forget to drop in tomorrow on the train.
OXOXOXO,
-M.
Speedily, she sent the letter off with the owl who delivered the first one. In an exuberant mood, she walked
downstairs, with a glow radiating off her.
Placing his trunk on his bed, Draco sighed and began to fill it with what he would need this year at
Hogwarts. A half hour had passed by quickly, and just as he was adding the lasts of his potion ingrediants,
he heard a scratching sound coming from his window. Recognizing the owl, he flung up the window and
practically ripped the poor owl's leg off trying to remove the letter. He tore off the small piece of rope that
held the letter closed and gently smoothed out the paper. After reading a small smirk had appeared on his
face. Carefully he tucked the note into the bottom of his trunk, and continued to pack.
Martha yawned as she placed the last quill into her trunk.
"Martha, have you seen my hat?" Ginny asked as she looked around.
"Bottom right drawer." Hermione answered as she locked her trunk.
"Oh thanks!"
"So Hermione," Martha started, "Are you excited about being a Prefect?"
"More then anything." Hermione sighed, as she sunk into her mattress. "I've always dreamed of it!"
"You definitely deserve it." Martha said. "I wonder who the new D.A. teacher is going to be?"
"Anyone but Snape!" Ginny laughed.
"Dumbledore's old, not crazy." Hermione said with a smile.
"Lights out, you need your sleep for your first night back!" Molly yelled from down stairs. Obeying her
mother's orders, Ginny flipped the light switch off and the three went to bed.
Martha awoke the next morning bright and early, excited about the prospect of seeing Draco.
"Hogwart time!" Martha said delighted, while waking her roommates. Hermione, equally excited, got up
quickly, Ginny just laid there and groaned.
"Come on Gin." said Martha, "I want to go to Hogwarts!"
"Martha the train won't leave before eleven."
"I love that train also. Come on."
"Fine." The red head got up and complied with her friends orders. The girls made their way down stairs
and found the boys sleepily eating their porridge.
"Oh isn't exciting, going back to Hogwarts!" Hermione said as she sat down.
"Just like opening a can of worms." George said dully.
"A real treat, almost like Christmas." Fred added as he laid his head on the table.
About forty five minutes had passed and everyone was ready to depart for London.
"FRED AND GEORGE, YOU'VE ALREADY KNOCKED YOUR SISTER DOWN THE STAIRS!
WHAT MORE MAYHEM DO YOU WANT TO START!" Molly yelled.
Everyone transported separately to London along with a group of Auroras. Martha and the twins were the
first to arrive. The three happily boarded the train and load thier trunks into a compartment. After they went
to go
join the others. There were bunches of people shuffling around trying to get on the train as 11 o'clock
drew nearer. The trio started to get nervous as the others had not appeared yet. Just three minutes till the
train would leave, several familiar faces burst through the barrier. Molly gave everyone a quick hug and
they all hustled on the train.
"Sorry Snuffles held us up." Harry explained.
"Well we'll see you all at the feast." Fred said as himself and George disappeared into the compartment
where they stashed their's and Martha's trunks.
"Well I guess we need a to find a compartment." Harry said, as he hauled his heavy trunk down the isle. The
gang looked everywhere for an empty compartment but was unsuccessful. Instead they decided to settle for
one with an absent minded girl occupying it.
"Mind if we join you Luna?" Ginny asked the odd girl, who nodded happily and scooted over toward the
window. The five loaded in and awkwardly sat down. "This is Looney Luna Lovegood." Ginny whispered.
"Hello Luna." Ron said, as he took a seat next to her.
"Oh hello." she said, then continued to read her magazine.
"Why are you reading it upside down?" Harry asked curiously.
"It's a special addition of The Quibbler-" Hermione snorted.
"Everyone knows The Quibbler is rubbish."
"My father is the editor." Luna said defensively.
"Oh." was all Hermione could manage.
A few awkward minutes went by until the compartment door swung open.
"Hello, mind if I sit here." asked a round faced boy.
"Of course, we always have room for you Neville." said Ginny. Blushing he stepped inside and took a seat
next to Harry. A few hours had passed and the talking had ceased, Martha was about to fall asleep, until
the compartment door was flung open.
"Wow look at what we have here." said the smirking Slytherin.
"Shove off Malfoy." Ron said.
"Weasley, if I were you I'd want me around, incase a few knuts fall out of my pocket, you'd be the first one
to pick them up."
"Oh very good Malfoy," Martha started, "It's so much nicer to here a comeback instead of just 'My father's
going to hear about this.'. Oh but please don't tell him I said that, I'd hate to face the wrath of Luscious
Malfoy." she laughed.
Malfoy only sneered, "You think your funny Potter?" he spat.
"As funny as you are pale." she smirked.
"You know Potter, you better watch how you talk to prefects if you want Gryffindor to have any chance at
winning the cup."
"Who in their right bloody mind would make you a prefect?" Hermione asked appalled.
"That's outrageous!" Ron said, standing up angrily.
"Sit down Weasley, I'm going catch you all when you slip up, Gryffindor wont have a chance at that cup.
I'm watching you Potter."
"Yeah, I'm watching you too Malfoy, when the sun reflects off your hair a bloody rainbow appears." Draco left the
compartment, slamming the door on his way out.
"What a git." Harry said angrily.
"Many Dumbledore is going a little crazy, if he's making Malfoy a bloody prefect." Ron said while shaking
his head.
"Just don't think about Malfoy, or any of the other Slytherins for that matter." said Ginny, trying to calm her
brother.
"And don't forget we're prefects also." Hermione said without looking up from her book.
"Does that mean your going to abuse your power?" Ron asked, almost laughing.
"Not abuse, just even up the score a bit." Ron smirked.
"Let's just hope this new found power doesn't get to Hermione's head." Ginny said with a laugh.
Time had passed and slowly Martha dozed off into a nap. What felt like seconds later, she was being
shaken by Ginny. "Martha, wake up, we're just about to pull into Hogwarts." In a flash Martha got up.
"Oi I need to change!" she exclaimed.
"Don't worry about it, it would stink to miss the carriages." said Harry.
"I'll be fine, I'm going to go get my robes out of Fred and George's compartment and then I'll catch one
with them. Don't worry about me, besides seven is a tight squeeze anyways." Agreeing the six exited the
compartment and loaded onto a carriage. Martha waited a few minutes, so that the majority of the train was
empty, then swiftly grabbed her robes out of trunk. Just as she was exiting the twins compartment, she felt a
pair of hands embrace her. Turning around, she smiled up at the blonde. "Draco I missed you so much."
she said, giving him a kiss. Draco's reply came with the passion he put into the kiss. After a few blissful
moments Martha pulled away. "Come on, I don't want to be taken back to London." The two joined hands
and were about to step outside when there was a loud clap of thunder and rain started to pour down.
"Wonderful idea to miss the carriages." the blonde said smirking.
"I'm sorry I didn't check the weather forecast." Martha said sarcastically. Laughing Draco picked Martha
up and stepped outside into the chilly September night.
"If we both come back soaked , people will talk." Draco explained as they started their journey.
"We'll just both burst in furious about the fact that we had to walk back from Hogsmeade, in the pouring
rain, with only each other's company."
"We are pretty convincing." he admitted, giving Martha another kiss. Gently he set her down and they once
again linked their fingers together.
"So how was your summer?" he asked.
"A mess. I was stuck at private drive for what felt like a year, Harry was nearly killed by a dementor, the
two of us were almost kicked out, and I missed you a bloody lot." she said with a sigh as the rain continued
to shower down. "But enough about me, how about you."
"It's been hectic, but as busy as it was, I still couldn't get you out of my head." Draco replied with a wink.
"Aww that's so sweet." she said with a sarcastic tone, while gently pushing her boyfriend. The rain
increased, quickly becoming heavier with each passing second. "Draco it's cold, lets make a run for it, we'll
meet up later." she promised as a cold breeze brought a shiver down her back. With a nodd, the couple
quickened their pace and within minutes they were stepping on the stone steps which lead up to the castle.
"You ready?" Draco asked after he gave Martha one last kiss.
"I suppose. Remember be as cold as possible, because as far as everyone else is concerned, we hate each
other." With one last genuine smile Draco agreed.
"Let the show begin."
"Malfoy you're a bloody git." Martha seethed, as she burst through the Great Hall's doors.
"Potter, it's your fault, if you weren't ogling over me in the first place none of this would have happened."
"Me ogle over you?" Martha screeched, "You're the most fowl, disgusting, undesirable creature I've ever
had the displeasure of laying eyes on. And-and I loath you, unlike anything I've ever loathed before!" she
exclaimed. And with a stomp of her foot she was marching over to the Gryffindor table, every eye in the
Great Hall on her.
"Just remember Potter, I'm watching you." And with that said, Draco had joined his fellow Slytherins.
"Nice show." Blaise said with a wink as Draco sat down. Blaise was the only one who knew about but the
couple's secret relationship due to the fact that he walked in on them last year kissing in a broom closet.
"Yes we were rather dramatic. Do you think they bought it?"
"No doubt the Patil twins are gossiping about it as we speak." The Italian added smirking.
"And that's why I'm soaking wet and furious." Martha said as she finished explaining about her latest
outburst.
"Next year your taking the carriage with us." Harry said, wanting to avoid a similar incident. Martha nodded
in agreement and served herself some pudding.
A tad bit later…
One by one each dish started to disappear off the Gryffindor table. Dumbledore's beginning of the year
speech started but all Martha could think about was Draco. Ginny shook Martha out of her daze just as the
Prefects were getting up to show the first years to their dormitories. Martha shot one last glance at Draco
who stealthy winked back, an action that Ginny did not miss. Shaking her head, the red head stood up and
accompanied Harry and Martha back to Gryffindor tower.
"So," Martha started after the trio had stepped through the porthole, "Harry would you mind if I borrowed
your invisibility cloak tonight?" Harry thought for a moment.
"I suppose not." he agreed. "I'll go up and get it." and Harry disappeared up the boys dormitory steps.
"So, who are you going to meet?" Ginny asked suspiciously.
"Nobody Gin." Martha said with a fake laugh. "I was just going to-ah study! Yes, I fell a little behind last
year and I would hate for a repeat."
Ginny nodded in mock belief, "Oh yes, and no one would want your signature good grades to falter. It's fine
if you don't want to tell me-."
"Gin, I promise you'll be the first one to tell when I'm ready. And besides, you wouldn't believe me if I
did." she laughed while Ginny playfully rolled her eyes.
"Here you go Martha." Harry said after he emerged from the staircase. "You failed to tell me why you
needed it though."
"She has to study." Ginny said sarcastically.
"Believe me Harry, you'd rather not know." Harry nodded his head in agreement.
"Just be careful with that ministry creep Umbridge roaming around."
"I will. I'll see you later." And Martha disappeared under the cloak.
Draco had never been in such a hurry his whole life. With the help of Blaise, he had successfully shaken
Pansy and all of the other Slytherins and was now on his way to meet Martha. Not wanting to wait any
longer he picked his pace up to a jog and was getting pretty good time until-WHAM.
Suddenly by an invisible force, Draco was thrust backwards. With a moan he continued to sit on the
ground. "PEEVES!" he yelled but the poltergeist was nowhere to be found. Without warning, a familiar
laughter erupted out of thin air.
"Oi woman!" he exclaimed once Martha had pulled her cloak off.
"Sorry, I wasn't expecting you to just start jogging." she explained as she helped her boyfriend up.
With a sigh he smiled, "I guess I should be expecting things like this by now."
"Most would." she said with a wink, and leaned over and gave her a kiss.
Just as the two pulled away there was a screech, "DRACO HOW COULD YOU?" And the pugged face girl
ran back to her dormitory. Horrified, the couple remained frozen, unsure of what to do next.
Well I hope you like. I'm not sure if it's worth continuing so your input would be very much appreciated.
Please review, I always like to read your comments, even the critism, because it helps me to revise my future work. Thanks, -Jill.