TITLE: Sprung From My Only Hate (3?)

AUTHOR: LilySleeper

PAIRING: Harry/OC

DISCLAIMER: Yeah, definitely not my characters. Or setting. My plot,

though!

RATING: PG

SUMMARY: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy.

SPOILERS: All HP books including OoTP

CATEGORY: Romance

AUTHOR NOTES: Hey, ya'll. I'm doing a bit of an over haul on this story and will be replacing it bit by bit and definately start adding new chapters sometime next week. Basically, the biggest change is Kayden Keiran. Don't ask why, I just started to hate the name Kayden.

"If it isn't Keiran Snape. And what is the newest addition to Gryffindor doing in this part of the castle" Malfoy sneered as Keiran turned to face him. "Visiting family, I suppose"

"What's it to you, Malfoy" Keiran said with a sneer that rivaled Draco's.

The blond boy smirked. "Tsk, Tsk. Is that any way to greet your favorite brother"

"You're my only brother. Thank Merlin, seeing how you've turned out."

"Well, we need someone to keep some semblance of honor in the Malfoy family."

Keiran snorted. " Oh yeah, you and Father are doing that so well. Tell me, how is the old bastard holding up"

Malfoy lost his smirk quickly. "It's a bit rich of you to call someone else a bastard, don't you think? Father is currently residing in Azkaban thanks to your new friend, Potter." He glared at Keiran. "Oh, the shame! To think, my own flesh and blood is the replacement for the Weasel."

'The Weasel?' Keiran's eyes narrowed a bit. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but I can safely say that it is impossible to bring more shame to the Malfoy family. Not that I would ever let it slip that I was half Malfoy. It's bad enough being a Snape."

"Please tell me I didn't hear my name being disrespected, Mr. Snape."

Keiran turned to face his scowling uncle. Snape had a look on his face that would scare any student. Rather, it would scare any student who hadn't witnessed Snape's attempts at muggle baking. The younger Snape snickered.

"What, may I ask, is so funny."

"Oh, nothing, Uncle Sev. You, clouds of flour and a frilly pink apron. Oh, the memories" Even Malfoy couldn't keep in a snicker at hearing that statement.

If it was possible, Snape's face got more terrifying. "If any little stories like that get into the student population, I will know exactly who to give a month's worth of detentions. Why are you in the dungeons, anyway? This is hardly the place for the newest Gryffindor." He spit out the word like it was painful to hold in his mouth, but Keiran continued to act as if he hadn't noticed his uncle's agitation.

" Do I need an excuse to visit beloved family" He paused to smile brightly at the two people scowling darkly at him. "I guess I do. If you would be so kind, could you point me in the direction of the Gryffindor dormitories? I feel I've outstayed my welcome."

Snape quickly told him how to find his way back to the entrance hall. " You can figure it out on your own from there, I'm sure."

"Of course. I got my mum's brains, didn't I Uncle Sev"

Snape's face flickered with sadness for a moment before he regained his icy glare.

"If you had you would be gone already, boy."

Keiran inclined his head to the two Slytherins and turned to make his way to the entrance hall. He heard Snape yell at his back.

"Never call me Uncle Sev again while you reside at this school"

Keiran smirked. He resolved to call the man Uncle Sev whenever possible.

Meanwhile, Harry Potter was curled up by the window, knees to his chest, looking slowly back and forth between the grounds of Hogwarts and his roommates, already sleeping peacefully in their four-poster beds. It was wonderful to be back at Hogwarts, but without Ron...

For the second time that day he found his eyes beginning to burn with tears over the loss of his first friend.

"Follow the spiders. I'll never forgive Hagrid. We're lucky to be alive."

"I want to fix that in my memory forever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret..."

"Hearing voices no one else can hear isn't a good sign, even in the wizarding world."

"Aaaah, when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry..."

"...from now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'die, Ron, die', I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong."

"I tell you, that dragon is the most horrible creature I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes about it you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit. When it bit me, he told me off for frightening it. And when I left he was singing it a lullaby."

"Wild! I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again...and again...and again..."

"Percy wouldn't recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea cozy."

"Oh, are you that bad at kissing"

"There you go, Harry! You weren't being thick after all - you were just showing moral fiber"

'Bloody hell, get a hold of yourself, Potter!' Harry attempted to redirect his thoughts, but it was difficult. The powers that be had been right during the second task in the Triwizard Tournament. Ron was the thing he would most miss. He was irreplaceable.

Or was he? He had only known Keiran for a day and Harry already felt like they could be close friends. Closer then friends...

As nice as that thought was he had the most unreasonable feeling that by befriending Keiran he was betraying Ron.

'Dammit, Ron was the one who betrayed me!' For the first time Harry cursed himself for being such a loyal Gryffindor.

" Hey, is this a private party or can anyone join"

Harry turned and saw Keiran standing behind him, grinning. He quickly wiped at his eyes and put on what he hoped was an I'm-feeling-fine-and-am-not-crying-over-my-ex-bestfriend smile.

"Took you long enough to get back."

"Well, those Slytherin gits only gave me directions to the entrance hall, where the only person I could find was this 2nd year who gave horrible directions that got me lost. Then I asked this painting of a guy on a pony. I think he was insane, but he got me here."

"Yeah, that's Sir Cadogan. He's a bit...odd."

"Yeah, well then I had to wait until someone came by with the password. That large woman in the pink dress kept glaring at me until finally this 6th year shows up, but he insisted on taking pictures of me because he saw me talking to you."

"That would be Colin Creevy. Merlin, you did run into all of the wrong people, didn't you."

"At least I'm here now." Keiran smiled at Harry, but his face quickly filled with concern when he noticed his moist, reddened eyes. "What's wrong? You've been crying."

Harry tried wiping his face again. "Oh, don't worry, I just have...um, issues, it's nothing."

"I hope it's nothing. Your eyes are too gorgeous to be all red and puffy like that." He placed his hand on Harry's cheek and used his thumb to wipe away the last of the tears. Smiling, his eyes still filled with concern, Keiran stood and walked over to his bed. "Goodnight, Harry. Have pleasant dreams, will you? I can't stand to see you unhappy."

Harry went to bed soon after and he did.