Butterfly Kisses Part 2

Liz Potter

Disclaimer: I don't own any thing, don't know any one, pure fiction.

Chapter 4

After Hermione had stormed up to her room, Ron had run back downstairs to tell Harry.
"Harry Potter! She likes Draco! How can she like him?"

"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding," Harry replied, but he had trouble believing himself. He had so much to think about. He was overwhelmed by the fact that Hermione was one of his best friends, and she was going to the dance with Draco, his worst enemy. Harry couldn't handle it anymore. He went upstairs to apologize, but found
Hermione's door locked.

"Hermi, let me in. I need to talk to you."

"No," Hermione said through muffled sobs," Harry, I just don't know what to do. I know that you and Ron both like me because I eavesdropped on your conversation by the tree. I like you, too. But, I already told Draco I would go with him. Just as friends."

"Well, would you at least dance with me?"

"Of course." Hermione opened her door to Harry and allowed him to enter. Harry leaned over cautiously and planted a kiss on Hermione's cheek. Hermione and Harry both blushed a deep shade of crimson.

"Harry, you're so sweet. But, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go to bed now."

"Good night Hermione, I love you."

"Love you, too." With this, Hermiome shut the door.

Chapter 5
**The next morning**


"Hey Ron!" Harry called to one of his best friends.

"Hi Harry." Ron sounded upset about something, and Harry was determined to find out.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin'."

"Tell me, Ron! Please! C'mon, man, you can trust me!"

"No!" Ron stormed away, up to the dorm, and locked Harry out. He collapsed onto his bed and let the icy hot tears come. He couldn't believe it. How could that have happened? He had just been in a fight with Fred and George. He had punched Fred, and Fred had punched him back. Professor McGonagall had seen Fred's punch, but not Ron's. Fred was not suspended from Hogwarts, and would be held back a year. Now, Fred hated Ron more than anyone or anything, and it was all Ron's fault. Ron just wanted to die.

Chapter 6

Ever since Hermione had found out that Harry liked her, she had become obsessed with following him, watching him, talking to him, everything. Harry was beginning to have mixed feelings about Hermione because she had become kind of annoying with the way she was always following him and staring at him. He also didn't know if he should like her because Ron also had a crush on her, and something was very wrong with him. Harry sat alone in the commons room, everyone else was out studying or sleeping. All of a sudden, a huge pile of ash fell from the fireplace. Harry coughed, and shooed the dust away so that he could see.

"Ha~Ha! We finally meet again!" Harry recognized the evil voice. It could belong to no one but Voldemort himself. A pang of fear shot through him. Harry wanted to scream, to run, anything, but he was to scared to move. His scar was sending lightning bolts of pain through him.

"NO!!! Anyone but you!" Harry managed to squeak. Ron raised his head. He thought he heard something, but he wasn't sure. He slowly raised himself up, and went to the sink to rinse off his face. He didn't want anyone to know that he had been crying. Little did he know that Harry needed him now.

"H-h-how did y-y-you get here?"

"I have my ways." Voldemort laughed that laugh, a horrible laugh that scared Harry even more. Ron came bounding down the stairs and opened the door. Ron gasped.

"Ron! Go back up, or go get help! FAST!"

"O-o-ok. I'll hurry Harry!"

"I'm afraid that it could be to late by the time you get back," Voldemort sneered. At this, Ron's face went completley white. He ran out the door and went straight to the first person that came to his mind- Snape.




TO BE CONTINUED!