Morpheus Amoretti

By: Sasusc

Spoilers: None

Summary: Hermione keeps waking up next to one Severus Snape, and neither one of them knows why. HGSS

Chapter Two: The Encounter Near the Door


Hermione woke up with someone pounding on her door. She shot up, pushing herself up with her arms. She felt arms tighten around her waist drawing her back to the bed. She didn't land on the mattress. She landed on a hard body. She yelped. The man groaned beneath her.

"Professor?" she asked. He didn't need to reply to confirmed her suspension

His arms left her waist to shove her hair out of his face. He glared up at her. "Did you have to fall on me?" he hissed quietly.

"You pulled be down," she whispered.

"Hermione!" someone called from behind the locked door.

She rolled off of her professor. She glanced around the room. This time, they were in her bedroom. Her uniform was scattered around the room. There was no trace of her professor's clothes. Ha! She wasn't the only one who couldn't keep track of their clothing.

"Open up. I need to talk to you!" Hermione recognized that voice.

"Hold on, Harry," she called out to him.

She pulled the sheets off of the bed and wrapped them around her. "You need to hide," she whispered. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her bathroom. He allowed her to drag him there. "Stay there. Don't make a sound." She shut the door.

She hurried to her bedroom door. She opened it far enough to stick her head out. "What do you want?"

Harry grinned at her. "Can I come in?"

"No, I'm not dressed."

Harry ignored her. He pushed open the door. "It's not like I haven't… Are you naked underneath that?" he demanded.

She quickly shut her door. "Yes, Harry. Can you please tell me what is so important to wake me up?"

Harry stepped farther into the room. He noticed the state of her clothes thrown around the room immediately. "We didn't see you come up. Who is he? Is he still here?"

"Who?"

Harry wiggled his eyebrows. "The guy you shagged last night." A huge grin appeared on his face. "He had to be the reason why you missed the study group."

Hermione touched her forehead. She was suppose to help the younger Gryffindors study for their OWLS they were taking. How could she have missed that? She sat down on the bed. "I'm sorry, Harry. It must have…slipped my mind."

Harry decided against sitting on the bed. "That wasn't why I wanted talk to you."

"It wasn't?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I was wondering…if you talk to Ginny recently."

"Why?"

"I was, um, wondering if she mentioned us."

Hermione smiled at him. "You know, she's my friend too. I won't give away something she told me as a friend. If you want to know something, talk to her."

"Well, I…wanted to know how she felt about me."

She laughed. "Harry, you know she's crazy about you. Why do you need to ask?"

"I want to ask her to marry me. I know she still has one more year at school, but…" He trailed off.

Hermione jumped off of the bed and hugged him. "Oh, Harry! Just ask her. But don't just blurt it out as you like to do. Take her somewhere nice. Be romantic."

"I know that. I have it all planned."

Hermione released him. "Now, leave," she said grinning. "I've got to get dress."

Harry walked to the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob. "Oh, Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"You do know you have to tell me later who's hiding in your bathroom."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Harry laughed as he left.

Hermione went and locked the door. "You can come out now."

Severus left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips.

She pressed against the back of the door as she stared at him. Yesterday morning, she barely got a glimpsed of his chest before she fell back to sleep. He was lean, she hadn't noticed that earlier. His robes hid that. She noticed a few scars crossed his chest. There was still a faint outline from where the Dark Lord's mark had been on his arm. She thought the mark disappeared with the dark wizard's demise. His legs were long and muscular. Her eye went back to his face when he cleared his throat. She blushed.

"If you're done, may we figure out how this happened again?"

Hermione gathered the sheets around her and moved towards the bed. "It's safe to rule out the punch, correct? That wasn't a factor last night. And the lemon drops. I didn't have one of them yesterday, either."

Severus paced. "There has to be a reason why we keep ending up in bed together. What do you remember from last night?"

"Your office. We were trying to figure out what caused this."

He nodded. "That is where I stopped remembering as well."

They must have traveled here through the floo network, especially if neither Harry nor Ron saw her come up her room. Both the Head Boy and Girl's rooms were connected by a common room. A fireplace was set up there for easier accessed for all of the Houses. He had already told her the floo connection to her own fireplace wasn't connected to any of his connections. But the common room between the Head Boy and Girl's rooms should have had a connection from Professor Snape's office. She mentally slapped herself. She could have flooed from his office to the common room yesterday morning. Why hadn't she thought about that then? If they had used that floo connection, did the Head Boy see anything? She would need to ask him when she was dressed and her professor was back where he should be.

"Your wand!" Hermione stared at him, eyes wide open. "Do you have your wand?"

They both started looking around the room. They were only lucky last time because he still had his wand to transfigured clothes for her.

"Bloody hell," he exclaimed when their search turned up nothing. "I can't leave here wearing a bloody towel."

Hermione bit her lips to keep her giggle inside. He sounded so sexy when he said that. She gasped. Did she just think that? She shook her head. No, impossible. Professor Snape was not sexy. But that voice of his… Oh, God. She was losing more then her memories. She was losing her mind.

She needed to get him out of here. He was messing up her mind. She hurried around the room collecting items.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

Hermione glanced over her shoulder. "I'm getting dressed." She walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She quickly changed into jeans and a t-shirt. She'll change into her uniform after he left.

She crossed the room. "You stay here. I'm going to see if the coast is clear."

Severus quickly followed her to the door. He came up behind her and slapped his left hand on the door next to her head, preventing her from opening it. Hermione turned around to demand he remove his hand off of the door. The words got stuck in her mouth. She was staring at his chest. Naked chest. She swallowed.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Hermione lifted her eyes up to meet his ebony eyes. She reached back and grabbed the doorknob for support. She got lost in his eyes. He was waiting for an answer. The Gryffindor couldn't recall what he had asked.

Severus's eyes dropped from hers to her lips. What the hell, he already slept with the woman twice. What's one kiss compare to that? At least now, he could remember what it felt like instead of wondering. Had he been wondering? He couldn't say. He leaned down and took her mouth with his.

Hermione didn't respond at first. She was surprised that he was even kissing her. Sure they woke up naked next to each other two mornings in a row, but they were under an unknown influenced. They really didn't have a choice, now did they? Were they still under its influence? Her arms moved up his chest to wrap around his neck. One hand went into his hair, while the other traveled down his back.

His right arm pulled her tighter against his body. His other hand slipped from the door to cup the back of her head. They fell the several inches back to hit the back of the door. They barely noticed the slight pain it caused. They were too involved in the kiss.

He pulled back slightly. Her eyes were still closed from their kiss. He groaned. He let his head drop to the door beside her head. What was he doing? He was kissing his student. He had no right to do that. He growled in frustration. He was going to be a dead man when Dumbledore finds out. More then dead when Minerva McGonagall finds out he molested her favorite student. He restrained himself from beating his head against the door.

She opened her eyes. Her arms were still wrapped around him. Her head was now in the crook of his neck. He did smell nice, like herbs and spices. The scent brought back a memory. A memory that disappeared before she could grasp and examine it closely. All she got from it was an image of the two of them standing very close together. Did the closeness to him dig up that memory? Could more memories of their two nights spent together be revealed the longer they stayed close together like this? She held mix feelings about learning more. On one hand, she wanted to know what she and Professor Snape did together. On the other hand, this was Professor Snape, the most hated professor at Hogwarts.

"I'm going to check to see if it's safe for you to use the floo out there," she whispered. Her earlier mission suddenly remembered.

The Potion Master didn't move right away. He gathered the few remaining thoughts he had before turning away from her.

Hermione scrambled out of the room. She crept silently over to the Head Boy's room. She didn't hear a sound. He must have already left for breakfast. She sighed. It was too bad she couldn't have been as kind as Professor Snape had been yesterday morning. At least he allowed her to stay for breakfast. She had nothing to offer him. She went back to her room.

Professor Snape was looking out of her window. The lacy curtain held back by his hand. She smiled at the sight. "It's okay to come out." He let the curtain drop back in its place. She held the door open for him to walk through. Her hand reached out to touch his arm as he passed. He stopped walking and looked down at her. "I'm sorry I can't offer you breakfast," she said softly, looking at her hand on his arm. She glanced up to look at his face. "Do you…do you want me to come by your office so we can figure out how…what happened yesterday to…do this again?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. We shouldn't be anywhere near each other tonight."

Hermione dropped her hand. She watched him walk to the fireplace and grabbed the floo powder kept on the mantel.

"Are you patrolling the halls tonight?"

"I almost always do," he replied.

"Don't patrol near the great hall. That's my area tonight."

He nodded. He threw the powder into the fireplace and called his room. Seconds later he was walking into his own bedroom. He headed for his bathroom to take a quick shower. He came up short when he noticed his wand on top of his armoire. How did that get here? Miss Granger's wand hadn't been found. He assumed his wand and clothes were in the same place her items were hidden. Why was his wand given back to him and not hers? He would never have left his rooms without it tucked away somewhere on his person. He doubted that he would have left his wand in this room. It was a question that followed him throughout the day.

H A R R Y P O T T E R


Hermione sat down in her usual seat at the Gryffindor table. Harry smirked at her as she put a muffin on her plate. Ron gave her a look through a mouthful of eggs.

"Why are you so late?" he asked as soon as he swallowed the food. He had learned over the years that she would not answer him if he asked with his mouth full.

"I'm not late," she replied.

"Yes, you are. At least late by Hermione's standards. You're usually here before we are." She glared at him over her muffin. He grinned. "Did Snape make you stay up all night? Is that what caused you to be late?"

Hermione choked. Harry patted her on the back. She coughed in her hands. He was only thinking about the detention she had with him, not sleeping with him. He couldn't know anything. "No," she finally managed to say. She picked up her cup of orange juice.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

She nodded. "I have to check something in the library about my Magical Theory class. I'll see you both later."

Harry and Ron watched her walk away. There was something going on with her, and he didn't think it was entirely about the secret boyfriend she's keeping quiet about. Did something happen with Snape? Harry clenched his fist. If that bastard said something to her, he was going to kill him. He looked across the table at his best friend.

"Ron, do you know if she's seeing someone?"

Red hair flew as he shook his head. "No, why?"

He motioned for Ron to lean across the table. He answered him in a low whispered. "I went to see her this morning. She was hiding someone in her bathroom."

"What?"

"Shh!" Harry hissed as Gryffindors around them pause to look at them. He motion for them to go about their business. Eventually, most of them turned back to their breakfast. It was not unusual for little outbreaks to happen along any of the table. It wouldn't take long for whatever was being discussed to make its way along the school's grapevine.

"What do you mean she was hiding someone in her bathroom?" Ron whispered.

There were still several Gryffindors keeping an eye on them. Harry picked up a piece of toast and his bag. He stood up. "Come on. Let's go somewhere quiet and talk."

Ron copied his movements. They finished their toast before they even reached the doors of the great hall. They located an empty classroom. Harry charmed the door to lock and placed a minor silencing charm around the room. He knew his friend wouldn't want her private life to be aired around the school. She hated to have anyone talk about her personal affairs behind her back. The boys didn't blame her. They felt the same way.

Ron repeated his earlier question. Harry told him of the state of Hermione's room and how she looked when she answered the door. Harry had never seen Hermione looking as feminine as she had this morning. He had seen her several times in dresses and makeup, but it was another thing to see her freshly awake in nothing but a thin cotton sheet. If he didn't have Ginny and was willing to risk their friendship, he might have thought about asking Hermione Granger on a date. He focused his thoughts back to Ron and the discussion he had opened. "I know someone was in her bathroom. I noticed the bathroom light turned on while we were talking. I don't think she noticed it."

"Who do you think the bloke is?"

"Someone in her advance classes," Harry theorized. "Maybe someone we might not approve of?"

Ron agreed. "A Slytherin, perhaps?" They both scrunch up their faces at that thought. "What could she see in one of them?"

"More importantly," Harry added, "how did she get him in her room without anyone noticing?"

Ron nodded. The Head Boy and Girl rooms weren't in any of the House common rooms, but the only entrance to the Head Boy and Girl's common room was through a House common room. They were up late last night in the common room. They didn't see her come in.

"Do you think this bloke gave her the password for his House, and that's how she went to her room?"

Harry shook his head. That was very unlikely. Someone from the other House would have seen her. They couldn't keep that kind of gossip to themselves for long.

"Whoever he is, she stayed with him that night before in his room."

"What?" Now it was Harry's turn to be stunned.

Ron nodded. "I didn't think anything of it yesterday. I figured she fell asleep in the library again during the party. I went up to her room that night to tell her about the bet we lost to the Slytherins. She wasn't in there. Remember, she wasn't at breakfast either. The first time we saw her yesterday was in Potions."

Harry did remember. "And she was in a Slytherin uniform!"

"Her hair was a mess. She would never go to a class with hair like that if she didn't have too."

"She's sleeping with the enemy!" they shouted in unison.

"Let's kill him," Ron growled.

Harry nodded. "Or scare the hell out of him."

"Slytherins like to keep to themselves. If she is seeing one of them, they might not say anything. Maybe that's why we haven't heard anything about Hermione's man?" Both boys agree with this. Slytherin business was Slytherin business. Very few internal problems of the House were made public for the school's gossips.

They devised a plan. They were going to find that Slytherin one way or another. Ron was going to watch the Slytherins to see who looked the most at Hermione. Harry was going to watch Hermione to see which Slytherin she was looking at the most. Together, they could find out who the man was. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long to discover the man's identity.

H A R R Y P O T T E R


"Severus, my boy," Albus proclaim when the Potion Master finally showed up for breakfast. He scowled at the older man. "You're in a cheerful mood today. Did you sleep well?"

He didn't bother to look up when he replied. "I don't remember." Which was the truth, he thought darkly, he didn't remember anything of last night. He discreetly looked at the Gryffindor table at Miss Granger. Whatever Misters Potter and Weasley were talking about didn't agree with her. She had choked on her breakfast.

"Well, Minnie informed me that you gave our Miss Granger detention yesterday."

He salted his eggs. "Yes, she came to my class unprepared."

Minerva learned forward to glare at him across the Headmaster. "I find that hard to believe," she stated. "Miss Granger is never unprepared. Was she missing an ingredient?"

Severus glared back at her. "She did not bring her bag to class. She had no way to work on her potion. I should have given her another detention when she walked out of my class without permission."

Professor Flitwick piped up. "She seemed disorganized in my class."

"Really?" The small man nodded. Albus tapped his nose. "Well, we all are entitled to an off day every now and then. It seems like she needed at least a day or so to relax and enjoy herself," he commented with a twinkle in his eyes. The comment earned him a sharp look from Severus.

He was reminded of the first time he and Hermione woke up together. They had both had swallowed a lemon drop from the wily, old man. He had the motive to lace the lemon drops with some kind of potion. He had told him on numerous occasions that he needed to loosen up and get laid. If that comment was any indication, he felt that Hermione Granger needed to do the same. Would he have killed two birds with one stone? He was the Headmaster of the school. There are rules against teacher/student relationships. Would he condemn them both? He hoped the old man had more morals then that.

He swept a glaze across the great hall. She was gone, he noticed, as well as Potter and Weasley. He told himself he didn't care where the three of them went off to. It didn't matter what Miss Granger did with her free time. She did not belong to him. He shouldn't have searched for her at the Gryffindor's table this morning

He threw his napkin on his plate and stood up. He had several essays to grade before his second year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw class began. He couldn't remember how far he had gotten the night before.

"Leaving so soon, Severus?"

Severus glared at the older wizard. "I have more work to do."

"But you only ate two bites of your eggs," he commented. "You need to eat more, my boy. I'm positive your essays wouldn't run off while you eat."

"And they won't grade themselves either," he commented as he swept pass Albus Dumbledore.

H A R R Y P O T T E R


Professor McGonagall had just started her class when the door was pushed opened. She opened her mouth to start to demand the interrupter leave, when she saw that it was the Headmaster. "Professor Dumbledore, what brings you here?"

Dumbledore's pointy hat drooped down. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Minerva, but may I borrow Miss Granger?"

"Can this not wait?"

"I'm afraid not." He twinkled at Hermione. "Bring your things. I don't know how long this would be."

Hermione nodded dully. How did he find out? That was a stupid question. Dumbledore knew everything that went on in the castle. She was surprise that it took him this long to say something to her.

"Miss Granger, please see me about this lesson when you have a free time."

Hermione nodded again. She followed the Headmaster with her eyes glued to the floor. She only had two more days until school ended. Was he going to expel her days before she graduate from Hogwarts? She could only hope that the Headmaster would take in consideration that both Professor Snape and herself had not willingly and knowingly done this. Would he believe her when she said they hadn't meant to sleep together? Her face hardened with determination. She had to convince of the truth.

"Ah, here we are, Miss Granger. Why don't you take a seat?"

She was surprise that they were already in his office. She hadn't had time to come up enough data to give to him. She slowly took a seat. She briefly noticed that Professor Snape wasn't in the room yet. Would he be arriving shortly? Was he going to talk to them separately? Had he already talked with his Potion Professor? Or was he going talk to him after he learned her side of the story?

"You must be wondering why I've brought you here. Lemon drop?" She shook her head. She couldn't eat anything. She already felt the muffin she had for breakfast wanting to come up. "No? More for me," he said as he popped one in his mouth. "I don't understand why many people refuse one. They are one of my favorite treats. I remember the first time I tried one. I was a young lad, somewhere around the age of five. My dear great-aunt came to visit my father. It was the first time I saw the woman. She saw me hiding behind my mother's skirts. You understand, my great-aunt wasn't a small woman. I always believe she had a little bit of giant in her. Not as much as Hagrid, but enough to stand out above the crowds. Where was I? Ah, yes, so she saw me hiding there and pulled her huge purse in front of her. I could have probably sat in that bag at that age. She would never let me try and see if I could. And out of that bag, she pulled out a small bag of lemon drops. She would only give it to me, so I had to come out from behind my mother. They were so good." He stared off in space, sucking on the lemon drop, deep in thought.

"Professor? Why have you brought me here?"

Dumbledore twinkled at her. "Yes, yes. Have you made up your mind of what you want to do after graduation?"

The question was unexpected. It took awhile for Hermione to reply. "I haven't decided anything yet. There is still so much I still need to learn."

He nodded. "Yes, yes. Professor Snape had a hard time deciding what he should do after graduation. He finally decided to go into the same field of study as his mother had. Mrs. Snape was one of the best Potion Mistress I have had ever seen, only surpassed by her son naturally. Have you thought of apprenticing? Professor McGonagall had a mentioned to me awhile ago that she had been thinking of taking on an apprentice. I know she wouldn't regret having you take that position."

"An apprenticeship in Transfiguration?" She thought about that. She did want to study more of the subject; and if she was at Hogwarts, she could even learn more from the other professors as she went along. Maybe even apprentice in more then one subject, she thought suddenly. She wanted to think about it more before she gave an answer. She told him so.

"I understand. Are you sure you don't want a lemon drop?"

"I'm sure, Professor."

"Call me Albus. You're only a student for another couple days. I'm positive you won't let Minnie down, so we shall be seeing more of each other."

"Alright, Albus."

He popped another lemon drop into his mouth. "How have your experience at Hogwarts been, my dear? I would like to know how a muggle born thinks of their experience at my school."

"It's been…magical. There is so much I've learn here. My studies in the muggle world has helped a lot in understanding how different subjects function. I've taught my father a little about Potions. It's very similar to muggle chemistry. I took some university level classes in chemistry over summer breaks. Potions helped me to get through the courses without any trouble."

Dumbledore asked her for more comparisons to muggle subjects. He grinned and twinkle at her words and enthusiasm for the subject. He hadn't realized that his brightest student had been following muggle studies as well. That shouldn't have surprised him. Hermione Granger always tried to find ways to learn more.

"Hermione," he said after a while. "I believe Hagrid's class will be starting shortly. I don't think you will want to miss it." He stood up, the ever present twinkle shining brighter. "I believe he has brought several naiads to perform for the class."

"Naiads? Here? Where did he find them?"

"Hagrid has his sources. Now run off. I haven't had the chance to tell Poppy that they are here. She would want one to come to visit the Hospital Wing before they leave."

Hermione was ushered out of the office. She walked swiftly in the direction of Hagrid's class. They were usually out of the classroom within five minutes to take a look at whatever creature he had to show. Thankfully, Hagrid had decided on a peaceful creature for them to view for their last class.

"Miss Granger."

She glanced to her left. Professor Snape stood in the hallway with his arms crossed and his trademark scowl in place. "Professor," she greeted.

"You will switch your patrol duty with Malfoy."

"Why?"

His scowl deepened. "I have been informed that I will be patrolling near the great hall. If we do not want a repeat of the last two nights, you will inform Malfoy that you have to switch with him."

Hermione shook her head. "He would never do it."

"He will."

"You don't understand. When we were dividing up the areas, Draco requested the area near the dungeons. I allow him that area because I didn't really care which area I had. He would not give it up."

She watched as he turned angrily and strode off. Her eyes lowered down the length of his back. She blushed and hurried away when she realized what she was doing. She had not been ogling her Potion professor, she repeated silently.

H A R R Y P O T T E R


Draco Malfoy had only meant to stop by the Slytherin common room for a short while. He wanted to talk to Pansy Parkinson without everyone listening. But the Slytherin wasn't there. He had been told by a snot-nose little brat, a first year, that she had went to the great hall with a group of seventh years. "The boy half of the Quidditch team" as he put it. If Pansy thought to make him jealous, she was going about it in all the wrong ways. His team members knew not to touch what was his, and Pansy was definitely his. Before he could escape from the room, a shadow fell on him.

"Come with me to my office, Draco."

He followed the lean figure of his Head of House. He took a seat and waited for him to tell him why he was there. He couldn't think of one thing that he had done recently to warrant a trip to his office.

"You will switch with Miss Granger tonight for patrol duty."

"What? Why?"

"Do not question me, Draco. Just do it."

Draco stared at him in disbelief. Why would he want that switch? Why stick a Gryffindor in Slytherin territory? "You know as well as I do that a Gryffindor can't patrol down here as well as a Slytherin. That's why a Slytherin usually is assign to this area."

"I will not say it again, Draco. You will switch with Miss Granger. You will do it with a smile on your face. You will not question it."

"Just gave me one good reason why."

Draco would just keep digging deeper if he didn't give him something to chew on. "I have reason to believe that Potter and Weasley will be out after curfew. I want them to be caught. I do not trust Miss Granger to turn them in."

"How do you know she'll switch?"

"She doesn't care where she patrols, correct? She wouldn't care if you wanted a switch." Draco nodded. "If you do not do this, I will know. I'll make you regret this."

"Is there anything else you want to demand of me?"

"Go," Professor Snape ordered.

Draco left. He knew Snape's answer was not the truth. Hermione would turn her friends in if she caught them after curfew. Snape had even seen her do so a time or two. What was his true motive for having Granger in the dungeons? Was there something going on that he never noticed before? No, he thought, that couldn't be the reason why he wanted Granger down here. If he remembered correctly, Snape has patrol duty near the great hall. Now, why would Snape want Granger to be as far from him as possible? He was sure he'll find the reason before the day ended.

H A R R Y P O T T E R


Two Gryffindors were huddle close together. They watched from afar their third best friend helping the younger students study for their remaining OWLS. The taller of the two spoke up first. What he had learned today wasn't promising.

"It's Malfoy," he stated with a growl. "He's a dead man."

"Malfoy?" the other Gryffindor said in aghast. "Anyone but him."

"I've caught him looking at her too many times today. He even whispered something in her ear." He shuddered. "What ever it was, she agreed to it."

"Isn't he seeing Pansy?"

Ron clenched the arms of the chair he was sitting in. "He's cheating on her?"

Harry rolled his green eyes. "I don't think it's Malfoy. She never really looked at him."

Ron looked at him. "Who do you think it is?"

Harry shrugged. "She hasn't really looked at anyone. During lunch and dinner she was mostly staring off somewhere near the teachers' table."

"She's seeing someone," Ron reminded him. "She has to have talked with him at least once today."

"True, but he might be in one of her advance classes."

"I still think it's Malfoy. He's Head Boy. His bedroom is practically next to hers."

They thought in silence as they watched their friend. Five minutes later, she checked her watch and left. Ron half got out of his seat. Harry pulled him back down.

"She's going to meet up with him," he hissed.

"She's patrolling, remember?"

"Oh, right. Hey, Ginny," he greeted dejectedly.

Ginny smiled at them. "What are you guys doing?"

Her brother perked up. "Hey, Ginny might know."

"Know what?"

"Who Hermione is dating, that's who!"

Ginny's eyes widen. "What? She's dating someone? Who?" She perched herself on the end of a footstool. "Tell me everything you know."

"You don't know?" Harry asked.

"Of course I don't. She doesn't tell me everything. I am a little hurt that she hasn't even hinted of some kind of romance." Ron filled her in the few clues they learned. "So, you think she's going to meet Draco tonight?"

"We don't know it's Malfoy," Harry told her. "He might have said something about their duties."

"We just have to find out if she slept in her bed tomorrow, or if he did. I'll go up there very early to check." Ginny got up and stood near Harry. She kissed him on the cheek, to spare her brother, before she left to talk to her friends. Ron gave them a mock glare. He was happy for his friend, but it didn't mean that he liked seeing him kiss his baby sister.