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P.S : I've had a couple of reviews saying to punch Draco in the face…why? He has a nice face? :O
Draco: DISCLAIMER! JK owns all! Except Alma :D
Alma: What the hell are you doing here!
Draco: *disappears*
I was going to meet up with Harry, Ron and Hermione a few weeks before school started back, at some place I did not know how to get to, for a reason I did not know. Dumbledore had sent me a letter but it didn't explain anything. So I was getting the train to Hermione's, staying the night and then we were going together.
My parents were worried when they dropped me off at the station. I had been uncharacteristically quiet over the rest of the summer; my dad thought I was missing my friends. My mum knew it was a boy, mum's can just tell these things, it's like they have a built in radar, that picks up any thought about boys. I promised I was fine for the millionth time and left.
I had considered whether or not to send a letter to my friends, telling them about Draco, but eventually decided against it. I would tell them when I saw them.
It wasn't long before Hermione knew. Seconds after arriving at her house she asked how Draco had been over the summer and my awkward pause explained it to her immediately.
"What did he do?" she asked.
"He…," I shifted uncomfortably, "Well, he decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and snog Pansy."
Hermione looked really shocked for a moment. She had begun to think better of Draco recently as well.
"Well you're too good for him, it's just as well," she frowned, hugging my shoulders.
We ate a tone of ice-cream and chocolate that night, and watched sappy movies while discussing how much of a fuckwit Draco was. It was good to have a really girly night, even considering the circumstances.
The next day we went to join everyone else. Ron and his dad met us at the station, to show us which way to go. When we got there, Dumbledore was waiting.
"Ah, hello Miss Granger, Miss Lawson," he smiled, "I trust you had a nice summer?"
"Very nice, thank you," Hermione smiled, I gave a small nod.
"Well, I suppose you're wondering why you are here," he smiled, his eyes twinkling, "In short this is headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, an army of sorts, against Voldemort."
Hermione and I looked at each other for a moment.
"If you could, don't disclose any of this information to Harry for the moment," He explained.
We both stood there, but we nodded slowly.
"Good, and now I must be off. I will see you both at school," he added and left.
"Okay," I said slowly.
"Well, that was…interesting," Hermione chuckled.
When we went upstairs, we found Ron sitting on his bed. Looking ever so slightly frantic and trying to catch up on holiday homework.
"Leaving things too late again?" I said with a smile.
"Get lost," he replied, not looking up from the work.
"Well then I won't tell you the exciting news," I laughed.
Ron didn't notice the hollow sound to my laughter, but Hermione did and she gave me a look I didn't quite understand.
Ron took the news of mine and Draco's break up rather well, his reaction was a huge grin accompanied with quite a few descriptive words voicing his opinion of Draco.
. . .
It was cool, spending some time in a wizard home, and interesting meeting a whole bunch of people, but all of that was in the back of my mind the second I found out about Harry. A group of the wizards in the house left to go get him, before he got into more trouble.
"Can't he stay out of trouble for five minutes?" I groaned.
"It isn't his fault," Hermione frowned, not quite catching the joke, "What was he supposed to do with all the dementors?"
"Never mind," I sighed.
"Is he going to get expelled?" Ron asked quietly.
My head shot up, "No, he can't…can he?"
"He performed underage magic, of course he can," Ron muttered.
"No, I was looking it up. Apparently you can use underage magic in life threatening situations," Hermione looked up from the monster of a book she was reading, presumably about wizard laws.
"So it's not a problem then?" I asked. I must admit it made everyone's worry seem pointless.
"But the ministry has it in for Harry, so they'll probably spin it so that he ends up getting expelled anyway," Ron said, his tone growing more and more dismal by the second.
And the worry has a point now.
"But they can't do that?" I frowned.
I was feeling like a child who didn't know what was going on. Most wizards knew this stuff, and muggle borns have to try and keep up. I should really read about this stuff more like Hermione.
Yeah, that's not going to happen.
"If the minister can find a way to spin it, he will," Hermione sighed, sounding defeated.
I fell back onto the bed beside where Ron was sitting.
"This is more messed up than Goyle's face," I said.
"When do you think he'll get here?" Ron asked, he was starting to fidget nervously.
"They only left ten minutes ago," Hermione muttered.
"Well they should hurry up," Ron snapped back.
"For the love of the Fat Lady, you're acting like Garfield on a Monday, so drop the attitude Ron Wesley!" I shoved him playfully.
"I am allowed to be a grump if I so wish," he shoved back, but his tone had lightened considerably.
"No, you are not allowed to do anything without my permission," I said quickly.
Permission to hit you in the face with a pillow?" he asked hopefully.
"You couldn't if you tried," I smirked.
"This is a serious situation," Hermione interjected.
"Well sorry for trying to lighten the mood," I huffed, joining Ron in grumpyville.
After a moment we could hear noise on the stairs, we all jumped up.
"Is that him?" Hermione asked.
The door opened and Harry appeared for the briefest moment before Hermione leapt at him.
"We were so worried," she gushed, "I looked it up, they simply can't expel you!"
"Um Hermione, let him breath yeah?" Ron smirked.
Harry pulled himself away to give Ron and myself a hug as well.
"So, where exactly are we?" Harry asked.
"It's headquarters," I explained.
"Of the Order of the Phoenix," Hermione added helpfully.
"And this couldn't have gone in a letter?" Harry accused.
I looked away from him and tried my best to remove my guilty expression.
"We wanted to tell you," Ron apologised.
"But Dumbledore told us not to tell. That sounds really childish when I say it that way doesn't it," I said dumbly to no one in particular.
"Why didn't he want to tell me?" Harry asked, looking really hurt.
"I don't know, they guy never explains anything," Ron sighed.
Just then, with a rather loud crack, Fred and George appeared.
"If you're done, we know where you can find out more interesting information," Fred grinned.
The two ushered us out of the room without explaining anything, as the two of them do.
"By the way Ali," Ron asked, just as we were about to leave.
"Yeah?"
He looked at me questioningly.
"Who's Garfield?"
So, if I'm honest, I don't like this chapter because not much happens, but it had to go in, because I needed Ron and Hermione's reaction to the break up, and obviously Alma couldn't suddenly change locations :P
And I will be very impressed if anyone can find the random quote I threw in and tell me what it's from :D
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find Alma and Draco, because when I last saw them she was chasing him with a blowtorch…
