Disclaimer: Once again all Harry Potter characters belong to the lovely Miss JK Rowling, and all Twilight characters belong to Miss Stephenie Meyers. I simply just stole their main characters for a while, plotting them together with an OC to ease my curious mind (:

A/N: I love Harry Potter, but I also love Twilight. But if I had to choose, its Harry Potter over everything else(: sorry. This is set right after Deathly Hallows, but also during Breaking Dawn. The year is in 2011, so let's just pretend that Harry Potter was in the 2000's to make this work. Also I'm switching up some things to make the story flow(: hope you guys enjoy it!

The Invitation

You don't know me.

Just for example, you think I'm upstairs in my room doing my homework. Wrong. I'm not in my room. I'm not doing my homework. And even if I were up in my room I wouldn't be doing my homework, so you'd still be wrong. And it's really not my room. It's your room because it's in your house. I just happen to live there right now. And it's really not my homework, because my math teacher, Mrs. Moonface, assigned it and she's going to check it, so it's her homework.

Her name's not Mrs. Moonface, by the way. It's really Mrs. Garlic Breath. No it's not. It's really Mrs. Gabriel, but I just call her Mrs. Garlic Breath, except for the times when I call her Mrs. Moonface.

Confused? Deal with it.

You don't know me at all. You don't know the first thing about me. You don't know where I'm writing this from. You don't know what I look like. You have no power over me.

What do you think I look like? Skinny? Freckles? Wire rimmed glasses over brown eyes? No, I don't think so. Better look again. Deeper. It's like a kaleidoscope, isn't it? One minute I'm short, the next minute tall, one minute I'm geeky, one minute studly, my shape constantly changes, and the only thing that stays constant is my brown eyes. Watching you.

"Hermione?"

Placing the confusing book that she had only just started to read, onto the coffee table in front of her, Hermione Granger looked up at the raven haired boy who entered the sitting room. Well then again, he couldn't really be qualified as a boy anymore now could he? Now that he's saved the wizarding world from a dark future of impending doom? No, of course he was no longer a boy; the eighteen year old standing in front of her was no longer a boy. He was now in fact a man! "Yes, Harry?"

Darting his emerald green eyes to the book's cover that seemed to be decorated with words, he raised a concerned eyebrow. "What are you reading?"

"One of Wynter's books," Hermione replied, also eyeing the odd looking cover. She'll admit that when her friend had first offered her the book to read, she was a little nervous. Never before, had she come across a book that was so odd looking. Then she read the first page, and she still felt it was odd. But she found herself drawn to it. She wanted to know what the person in the book looked like, and she found herself curiously wondering about Mrs. Moonface. Such a name for a teacher; it caused her to giggle, reminding her of their nickname for Professor Snape. Once Remus let loose that he and the rest of the Marauders would call Snape, Snivellus, all of Gryffindor had taken to calling him that. Behind his back of course, because no one wanted to be the one stupid enough to say it in front of him. "I'm still only on the first page."

"Oh," continuing to stand, Harry moved in closer towards the table, picking the book up in his hands. Closely examining it, he heard Hermione hold back her chuckle as he even tried to sniff it. "What do you think of it so far?"

"It's rather odd."

Placing the book back in the spot that Hermione had also just put it, Harry sighed. "Of course it is. What else do you expect from something of Wynter's?"

"Harry," Hermione gasped, caramel colored eyes quickly scanning the area to make sure they were alone. "That isn't nice. Wynter just so happens to be a very nice girl."

Hermione's eyes landed on a golden embroidered envelope in her best friend's hand, as he threw it up in self-defense. Shaking his head, Harry grinned, "I wasn't saying otherwise, Hermione. I just simply meant that although Wynter is indeed a very nice girl, and a brilliant friend, she is also in fact, extremely odd. One would say almost, Luna odd."

"Well, I wouldn't say I was as odd as Luna," a tired sounding voice chuckled from the stairs. "Although it has been a while since I've been on a Crumple-Horned Snorkack hunt with her."

Turning away from the flaming gaze of Hermione, Harry felt as if his cheeks could boil porridge on his face. "Sorry Wynter. I meant nothing bad by it. You know I love you, right?"

Chuckling, the girl sat herself on the couch, next to Hermione. "Of course, Harry."

Turning all of her attention away from the blushing war hero, and onto her other friend, Hermione noticed that Wynter had been acting odd the past couple of days; more odd than usual, and it was starting to show in her features as well. Wynter Morris was a muggle-born Gryffindor from their year, who often reminded everyone of Luna because of her eccentric ways. It wasn't until their fifth year at Hogwarts that they finally noticed Wynter as a brilliant witch. Like Neville, she had a knack to stay out of people's ways, and like Luna, she was hard to come across, but once you noticed her, it was hard to not spot her from miles away. Joining Dumbledore's Army back in their fifth year, she hadn't left their sides since. Even now, it was a month after the war, and she was still with them; living with all of them in Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Wearing tiny yellow colored jean shorts, and a plain white baby tee, Wynter crossed her legs in an Indian style way of sitting, and began to nervously tug at her blue painted toes. Hermione and Harry shared a dark look at that. She was thinking about something. And there was only one thing that could cause the usually bubbly girl to nervously think about something this hard. It seemed like for the past month a certain blonde ferret had caught her light rain colored eyes. Realizing that Wynter started this unfamiliar mood change of hers only a couple days before, Hermione took in the girl's hair. Where the auburn curls usually fell in tight curls to the center of her back, she now had it just sloppily tied back into a bun. Replacing the normally rainbow colored diamonds in her ears with the simple silver balls, Wynter looked almost depressed like. This was nothing like her.

"You… err…" growling when he realized Hermione was going to leave him to have the… ahem… the talk, Harry continued, "You okay there, Wynter?"

Nodding her head, Wynter looked up at her friend. Her eyes were dazed. "Sure, Harry."

"I'm going to kill that bloody ferret."

Turning to the scorching red head that was now blazing towards them, Hermione caught the murderous glint in the normally passive ocean colored eyes. "What did he do now, Ron?"

"He called Wynter a… well you know… that word again," plopping himself on the couch next to the auburn haired girl, Ron placed an arm around her shoulder. "Are you alright Wynter? I swear, next time I'm going to just avada him myself. I don't care if he came through for us in the war. I'm going to talk to Sirius. I don't know why the hell he agreed to bring in the insufferable prat."

Chuckling, Wynter leaned in against Ron, placing her head on his chest. "You're too kind to kill Malfoy," she reminded the soft hearted Weasley, then sighed. "And Sirius agreed to let him live here, because he's his nephew. Remember Ron, Malfoy may be annoying, but with Narcissa killed in the war, and Lucius in Azkaban, he has no one. Sirius pities him. He may be a Malfoy, but he's also a Black."

"Bellatrix was a Black to," Ron growled. "But you didn't see Sirius rushing to save her arse when Mum was killing her," immediately Ron regretted his words. Turning towards Hermione, he groaned inwardly; his eyes flashing directly at the scarred words deforming Hermione's forearm. At least she didn't flinch this time when Bellatrix's name was mentioned. "Sorry Hermione."

"I'm not," Hermione feigned a weak smile. "I'm glad Molly killed Bellatrix, and as much as I don't want to, I have to agree with Wynter. Sirius did what anyone would do. He saw how much his nephew was hurting, and brought him here because he didn't want him to be alone at the Manor. We all saw how much Malfoy dreaded going back to the Manor."

"I don't blame him," Harry shuddered as the most recent memories of what happened in Malfoy Manor flooded back to him. "Voldemort used his home as a headquarters for all the Death Eaters. Anyone would be mad to have to want to return there."

"Have you all lost your bloody minds?" Ron's voice came as a mix between a shout and a whisper; a plea and a notion; a question and a command. "This is Malfoy we're talking about. The Slytherin git, the bouncing ferret, the blonde prat, the one whose picked on you two all your years at Hogwarts for being a muggle-born," pointing at the two girls, he shook his head, "And you're defending him?"

"Not defending," Wynter shook her head, "No, not defending Malfoy. I hate that pureblooded prick as much as you do Ron, actually no," she shook her head in disagreement with what she just said, "I hate him more than you do and I would much rather see him rotting in Azkaban with Lucius, but he's innocent. We've all looked into his mind. He was forced to bear the dark mark, and in the end he did help us out. And besides Harry, Malfoy's the only family that Sirius has left."

"But he's called you a-"

"A Mudblood," she nodded her head. Pulling away from Ron this time, she straightened her body out. Only Hermione could hear the hurt in their friend's voice as she spoke about the faults of Malfoy. "Yes, I know. I didn't say he was innocent Ron, only that he didn't want to become a Death Eater, and that Sirius needs him. He's still a prat, and he's still our enemy. He's still a pureblood, and I'm still a muggle-born. He's still a Slytherin, and I'm still a Gryffindor. He's still a Malfoy, and I'm still a… well I'm still not a Pureblood. I know Ron, don't worry. I still remember," she sighed.

Wynter may have been compared to Luna many times because she was too kind, or because she wore odd colors, and often had a dreamy look in her eyes, but at most times she was also compared to the very Bellatrix Lestrange. She could go from calm to creating a storm with a single thought. She stayed hidden from her peers, avoiding the radar at Hogwarts until her fifth year. Although she shared a room with Hermione Granger, Parvati Patil, and Lavender Brown, she stayed away from them. She didn't talk to them or to anyone else in the Gryffindor house. She avoided Harry, and didn't raise her hand in any of her classes. She was invisible, and she preferred it that way. Until their fifth year that he cornered her that day in one of the corridors.

"Morris!"

Recognizing that silky voice anywhere, she clutched her books tightly to her chest. Taking a large gulp of air, she slowly turned to face him. Potions class had just been released, but everyone was already gone. The only two people left were him, and her. Trying her best not to fidget with her curls or tug on the hem of her uniform, she allowed her eyes to watch him cautiously. The unkempt blonde strands hung over his eyes, reminding her back to their third year, when he first stopped using his hair gel. She thanked the gods for that, every morning when she saw him in the Great Hall. Hardened steel colored eyes swirling with melted silver, stared heavily down at her. At only fifteen, he was already a lanky six feet. He towered over her dainty five foot four stature.

"I hear your third in our class," his voice was harsh. His eyes filled with an unknown anger.

Meekly nodding her head, her voice came out in a squeak. "Yes."

He smirked, seeming to know that he was the cause of her weakened voice. He took another step closer until his lips were looming over her eyes. "I overheard the professors talking, and I hear that you are the brightest-witch-of-your-age, which makes me curious. If you are in fact the brightest witch, then why are you in third, right behind Granger and I?"

Really… the professors actually gossip about that kind of stuff? Hearing a noise to their side, her eyes shifted, and she spotted the potions professor keeping a close watch on them. Her smirk soon matched Malfoy's, taking him by surprise, and causing him to take a step back. "And who have you heard that from Malfoy, hmm… all of the professors or just one in particular? Hmm?" pressing her lips into a humming form, she saw the rage click in his eyes. He just confirmed her answer for him. Taking a step back, she was relieved to see him stay in place in this time. "I don't want any competition, Malfoy. So you and Granger don't have to worry about me suddenly getting a higher score than you."

"That's not what I wanted to talk about."

"Oh. Then what do you want?"

"I'm sure you've heard the rumors," there was a tone in his voice. One that Wynter couldn't determine. Was it pride? Was it a longing? Was it depression? Or was it a depressing longing for a pride that he no longer had? "Of Potter?"

She nodded her head. Of course she had heard the rumors. She may have been a loner, but she wasn't daft. She could also read. The headlines have been going insane since the final competition in their fourth year. "Potter believes that Voldemort is back. And that he killed Diggory."

Fear flashed in his eyes; fear and realization. He searched the hall, making sure that she wasn't heard. "You call Potter by his surname, yet you share the same house? Why? I thought friends didn't do things like that?" he purposely left out the fact that she had called his master by his name; the way an enemy would. He knew Snape was nearby listening to them. If by some miracle, Snape hadn't heard her the first time, he didn't want to chance bringing it to his attention. The girl would be dead by morning.

"Look Malfoy," she sighed, noting the questioning tone that was overpowering his voice. "Potter and I aren't friends. I don't even know him. And I'm sure he doesn't know me either. Nobody knows me. Actually, until this very moment, I was sure that no one knew me. Which by the way," she stared at him curiously. "How did you know my name?"

"We've shared the same classes since first year," he rolled his eyes. "Do you honestly think that no one's noticed you?" when she nodded her head, she caught the pity in his eyes. It was quick and gone within a second, but it was there just long enough for her to notice it. "I noticed you, okay. Actually, quite a lot of us have. You caught some attention Morris, and it's a shame that Potter didn't notice you earlier. You seem like you would be a good friend to have. I watch you in class mixing potions without a second glance at the book; the odd number out, never working with a partner. Hell, even Longbottom's got a partner, and he melts everything he gets his hands on. But you," he chuckled, and shook his head, causing his hair to swing at a slow pace. "No, you're always alone; learning on your own. It takes you only one simple glance and one try in order for you to succeed what it takes Granger all period. Granger may have the highest marks, but I believe it's only because you allow her to."

"And?" she shrugged her shoulders. She wanted to question him further, find out more, but her mind was too numb. Did Draco Malfoy just admit to watching her closely?

"Listen up Morris," he leaned in closer. Smirking as she took a step back, he took another step in. They repeated this motion until he had her pinned against the wall. Lowering his face above hers once more, he spoke in a low tone. "The rumors are true. What Potter says… it's all true. And you've caught his attention."

Her heart was beating through her chest. She was sure Malfoy could feel it, but she couldn't stop it. What? What is he playing at? The rumors are true? "Whose attention?" the fearing gaze Malfoy held on her was enough to answer her question. "No," she shook her head. "No. I'm a muggle-born. I hide my school marks, Malfoy. So what if you and a couple other Slytherins watch me in class, I'm third in everything. You're better than me, and so is Granger. She's top, and you're second. Why hasn't she caught his attention?"

"Because she's Potters best friend, and also," his lips were resting on her cheek now. His palms were flat against the wall, his arms trapping her face in. "She isn't holding her strength back. There's a secret, Morris. One that not even Potter or precious Dumbledore knows – a secret that I won't tell you, but he's willing to. He doesn't mind that you're a Mudblood. He admires your strength. He wants you on our side, Morris."

A gasp escaped her lips, and her heart finally slowed down. Too bad it stopped beating altogether. "What?"

"The Dark Lord sent me to get you," he nodded his head, confirming her fears. "He admires you, and he wants you to fight with us. He's even willing to give you a spot on the table, a spot right next to me."

"You?" her question came out in a squeak.

"That's right," he chuckled, but there was no grin. She could feel the vibrations of his eerie chuckle, but she couldn't feel the faintest feeling of a smile or a grin. "This coming summer, he's branding me. And he wants to brand you as well. Think about all the possibilities; trapped in Gryffindor, but friends with all of Slytherin. You would be going from the shadows to having everyone know your name. You would be wearing the mark of the Dark Lord, and have everything you've ever wanted all at your feet."

Chills coursed through her spine, freezing her veins up, and once again causing her to gasp. "No," she shook her head, "That's sick. I would never."

"What?" Malfoy pulled away. His teeth clenched into a hiss and his hands were ready to strike her. "Did you hear me, woman? You are nobody right now, but the Dark Lord is willing to take you in under his wing. Do you have any idea how honored you should be right now?"

"He's a psychotic prick! I'm not going to go around running with Death Eaters, and killing people for fun. I'd soon rather be killed than-"

Shaking back the memories that she wanted to forget, Wynter grimaced as she remembered the day her friendship with the golden trio began. Malfoy didn't take too kindly to being shut down by a Mudblood, and he assaulted her. Remembering what Hermione told Lavender and Parvati a couple nights before about secret meetings in the Room of Requirement, Wynter dragged herself to them. It was then, when she started to train with them. It was then, when they learned just how bright she was. It was then, when they learned how screwed they would have been if she had accepted Malfoy's offer to join Voldemort. With one flick of her wand, they all witnessed how she had the potential to become the next Dark Lord if she wanted. Voldemort somehow knew of her powers, and wanted her on his side – he knew that with her in the war, it was her side that would win.

"What's that you've got in your hand, Harry?"

Turning to the envelope that he forgot he was holding, Harry met Wynter's eyes with a curious gaze. There were many things she hid from them, and he understood how much her secrecy meant to her, but it worried him. He knew she was too pure and too soft hearted to turn to dark magic, but something was wrong. He wanted to help her before she allowed herself to become consumed. "A letter came for you, Hermione."

Taking the letter, Hermione looked down at it, and they all saw her confusion. "What?" opening it up, they watched her eyes move as she read it, soon a wide grin spread on her face. "My cousin's getting married."

"Which cousin?" asked Ron.

Laughing, she held out the invitation for him to grab it. "My cousin Bella," she replied.

ISABELLA MARIE SWAN

AND

EDWARD ANTHONY MASEN CULLEN

TOGETHER WITH THEIR FAMILES

REQUEST THE HONOR OF YOUR PRESENCE

AT THE CELEBRATION OF THEIR MARRIAGE

SATURDAY, THE THIRTEENTH OF AUGUST

TWO THOUSAND AND ELEVEN

FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE EVENING

420 WOODRCRAFT AVE

FORKS, WA

Also in the envelope, beneath the invitation was a letter. Hermione began to read it aloud.

Hermione,

Mom's coming down with Phil, and Dad will be there, and I haven't seen you since I moved out here to live with Dad, and met Edward, but it's been a long time since we've seen each other. Forks is still the same boring town from when you used to visit in the summers with me. Writing letters to each other isn't the same as actually seeing each other. Besides we haven't written since last summer. You had your war, and I had mine. I didn't even get the chance to tell you that I was getting married – but to be fair, I didn't really know either – and when I got your letter two weeks ago telling me that you won the war, congrats by the way, I didn't know how to tell you about this. You aren't going to be thrilled when you hear it, but I need your support now more than ever. Dad doesn't know about the Cullens, and he doesn't exactly like Edward since he thinks I tried killing myself as our cover up because of James's attack on me when I first moved out here. And Jacob absolutely refuses to have anything to do with me. It's been so long that I didn't get a chance to tell you about Jacob either. He's a wolf. Yep! The same little Jacob Black is a hot looking wolf. Or well, they're called "shape-shifters" but I call them wolves. His pack leader had to threaten him not to kill Edward, and now he's missing. Jacob's my best friend, Hermione. And so are you. So please! I need you here with me. I want you to be my maid of honor as well. So you need to get here now. The wedding's in four days, and you still need to go shopping. Edward's sister Alice will take you. I have some last minute human things to do. In case you haven't figured it out by now, Edward agreed to turn me after our wedding – hence the wedding at only seventeen years old – I'll explain it to you in more detail when I see you. Alice is waiting for you at the address on the invitation. That's their house. I'll be running errands with Dad when you arrive, but Alice will bring you home to my house afterwards. Dad thinks you're coming in from the airport.

I love you,

Bella

Oh, and bring your friend Wynter. Alice saw her at the wedding with you, and already told Dad that she would be coming to. So you'll both be sharing the guestroom. And some guy named Cedric. Alice kind of freaked out when she saw him in the vision as well, but said to bring him. He'll be staying with the Cullen's though – something about him and Edward?

"Edward?" questioned the nervous voice of Cedric Diggory.

Turning to look up at the once dead Hufflepuff, Hermione nodded her head. "Edward Cullen, my cousin's boyfriend. Or well I guess fiancée now?" she scrunched up her face. "He's a vampire. I helped Bella to figure it out when she first moved to Forks to be with Uncle Charlie. I haven't talked to her in a year, but when I last did, she just got out of the hospital because a vampire named James tried killing her because of her scent. And then the Cullen's left town to prevent her from getting even more hurt. I didn't even know Edward returned back to her, I'm glad to hear it though. She was kind of loopy after he left her."

"Vampire?" Cedric's already paled face became even paler. The golden flakes that were now his eyes stared down at her. The lump in his throat remained oddly visible, while his dark chocolate hair stood up in every direction. "Your cousin's marrying a vampire?"

Nodding her head, Hermione sighed as she re-read the letter, "And by the looks of it, she'll be one soon enough."

"But why would anyone want to become a vampire?" he asked. He could see the pity in their faces as they all watched him try to understand it. He didn't want to become one. He didn't have a say in the meaning.

"I don't know," shrugging her shoulders, Hermione stood up. "I missed out on a whole year of Bella's life. We stopped writing letters because I told her I was going on the hunt for the Horcruxes, and well like I said… she was a bit loopy when Edward left her."

"Who's Alice?" asked a confused Wynter. "And how did she know my name? Or that I'm going to be there with you? I don't know them."

"Alice is Edward's sister. She can see into the future. So I'm guessing she saw me at the wedding and I guess she saw you there with me, as well as Cedric."

"And no one else?" asked Ron. "But I've always wanted to meet your cousin, Bella. You always talk about her."

Harry nodded his head in agreement, "The clumsy one from Arizona, who knows all your secrets."

"Arizona," gasped Wynter. Grabbing the invitation out from Cedric's hands, she gasped again. "Washington? We're going to America?"

"Yep," Hermione nodded her head. "Now hurry up. Let's pack. I can't wait to see my cousin. I've really missed her. I used to go to Forks with her to visit my Uncle Charlie over the summers when we were younger, but I stopped going once I started going to Hogwarts. I would spend my summers between my parents and the Burrow instead. And I want to meet Edward. Especially since he's turning my only cousin into a bloody vampire," hearing Cedric clear his throat, her cheeks turned a rosy shade. "No offense Cedric."

"None taken, Hermione," he chuckled. "So these vampires then, Hermione?"

"Vegetarians," nodding her head, she smiled at the sigh of relief he gave. "Don't worry; I don't think my cousin would be able to handle loving someone who killed off humans."

Standing up, Wynter stretched out her arms. "Well then, I guess I don't have a choice, eh? So do they know we're witches then, besides your cousin of course?"

"The Cullens do," Hermione nodded her head. "But no one else does. Uncle Charlie doesn't of course, nor does my aunt or her new husband. And I doubt Bella told Jacob."

"Jacob?" asked Ron.

"Mhmm," re-reading the letter once more, she found it difficult to believe that the innocent Jacob Black she used to play with as a kid is now a wolf. She knew wolves, and she couldn't picture Jacob Black as one. "Jacob Black," then she laughed at the irony of it. "I can't believe he turned out to be a shape-shifter. And then we have Sirius Black, an Animagus. I've got to ask if they're related in any way."

Walking towards the stairs, Wynter shook her head. "Well I'm off to pack then. Anything I should be prepared for?"

Thinking about it, Hermione pressed a finger to her chin. Her eyes stared past her friend, and up at the pale face watching them from the top of the stairs, "No," she assured Wynter. "Just pack for Washington's weather. We'll buy you a dress for the wedding when we go shopping with Alice, you too Cedric."

"You mean I get to wear a dress to?" Cedric fawned with fake enthusiasm, earning hoots of laughter from Harry and Ron, but a burning glare from Hermione.

Standing at the edge of her bed, Wynter slowly placed the folded clothing items into her charmed bag. Although the pink and black checkered bag was the size of a bowling bag, she could put an entire king sized bed in it if she wanted to. Feeling the piercing gaze scorching through her back, she sighed. Putting the shirt in her hands down onto the bed, she turned around. He grew since that day he cornered her in the hall. Now six foot three, and muscular from his years of playing Quidditch, Draco Malfoy leaned against her doorframe, unaware of the way his arms clenched as he folded them together. Wearing long grey sweats, and a black t-shirt, his hair was longer and more rugged than she last remembered. He resembled someone who just woke up from a lifetime of nightmares. Then again her room was set right next to his – he does wake up from a nightmare… often with a scream, or sometimes with a whimper. She already knew how to control her eyes from wandering down to the mark burned into his forearm. Although she wouldn't admit it to anyone, she found herself oddly attracted to the beauty of it.

"What do you want Malfoy?" her voice sounded more harsh than she had intended.

"So you're leaving?"

Refusing to fall for the softness of his voice, she nodded her head. "Yeah, Hermione's cousin is getting married in four days, and I guess one of the vampires saw a vision of me being there."

"A vampire seer?" his eyebrow twitched.

Nodding her head once more, Wynter turned away from him. "Something like that."

"Stay here with me."

"There's nothing to stay here for."

"I just said for me, didn't I?"

"And I said there's nothing."

"So I'm nothing then?"

Forcing herself to drown out the pain from Malfoy's voice, she continued to just throw her clothes into the bag in front of her. "When were you ever something, Malfoy?"

"Something's wrong Morris," he finally sighed. His voice was just as tired as hers was. The war was over now. There was nothing left to fight for…. no one left to impress. But fighting was all they had ever known. "If you go, you'll get hurt."

She forced out a chuckle. "I doubt that Hermione's cousin's sister-in-law is going to get me to go there, just for me to get hurt."

"It doesn't feel right."

"And I'm supposed to just stay here because of that?" zipping up her bag, she turned back around. He still hadn't left his spot. "I'm going, Malfoy."

"You're going to get hurt."

"Oh I'm sorry," she rolled her eyes; "I didn't realize that you were also a seer."

Disclaimer: The book that Hermione is reading is titled You Don't Know Me written by David Klass!