Ok well here's the next chapter, thanks too all my reviewers! Here's a cookie for each of you! ( :: ) !!!!! So I still don't own HP…..

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By the time eleven rolled around, most everyone had gone to bed, and I'd finished my potions and Herbology homework.

"Harry! It's almost time! Put your cloak on, grab the map and go!" Hermione practically shoves me up the stairs, and I grab the invisibility cloak and the Marauders' Map and get ready to leave.

"Ok, hurry Harry, or you'll be late! Be back by 12, ok? Bye!" she says and I find myself in the dark hall. I tap the map and say that I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good. Hogwarts appears, and I search for Filtch/Mrs. Norris, and the prefects, and mark their positions in my mind. Filtch is in the dungeons and none of the prefects are in my path of reaching the owlry.

I cast a silencing spell on my shoes to quiet my footsteps, and start towards the owlry. Once there, I sit down where I had been just yesterday, crying. I start to fall asleep after about 20 minutes, but jolt awake as I hear footsteps. Forgetting the map, where it's deactivated in my cloak pocket, I quiet my breathing and wait.

I hear someone climbing the stairs, and mentally sigh in relief when it's just a boy… a very attractive boy, I notice a couple seconds later. He sits opposite me, and looks around the room, then casts tempus to check the time.

"Fuck, it's 11:28, stupid Filtch!" I try to look closer at him, he's fairly tall, almost a full head taller than me, and has sort-of wavy brown/black hair, but I can't tell which it is, because of the darkness, and an overall nice face.

"Is he not going to show up?" he whispers to himself, and I take that as my cue to leave and 'appear'. I go down the stairs a ways, release the quiet-walk spell on my feet, and start back up the stairs. As I walk I take off my cloak and shrink it, then pocket it.

When I reach the top of the stairs, , I look towards the boy. "Are you B?" I ask and he smiles and nods.

'He has nice teeth' I think, then he asks; "So, I take it you're gay?" his voice is on the deeper side, more than mine, but it's smooth, a, oh, what's it called? Oh yeah! Bedroom voice! Smooth, seductive. I blush, realizing I'm staring, and nod quickly.

"B-but don't tell." my voice is quiet, and it wavers on the first word.

"I promise." He smiles again, and then says; "Sit down, I won't bite." I sit next to him and he scoots a bit closer.

"So what made you realize it?" he asks me.

"I… Uh… well…" I stutter, and he smiles again.

"What about I tell you how I found out? It's not all over the school, so don't worry about that."

"Ok, sounds fair, and good, that kinda scared me…" I reply.

"Ok, well this is a secret too, so don't tell." I promise not to, and he leans closer.

"I'm dating George." he says, without embellishment.

I gasp, "OMG really?! How cute!!!" I squeal, he laughs and puts his hands up, "Thanks, so right there, any doubts I had about Fred telling me about you're sexuality, yeah they're gone now." we laugh and continue talking for a bit, connecting instantly, until he checks his still working tempus spell and gasps.

"OMG! It's almost time for me to go! I promised my housemates that I'd be back from my… 'bath in the prefects bathroom' by 12!"

"Shit, I told Hermione I'd be back by 12 too!" I tell him and he reaches into his pocket, then casts engorgio (the counter to reducio AKA the shrinking charm) on a small item in his hand. A book grows, and once it's full sized he hands it to me.

"It's a two way journal, I have the other one." he tells me.

"How does it work?" I ask.

"You write in it, and it transfers to my page, producing a copy in my book, and will record all the conversations we have, unless we want to delete them." he explains. "Ok." I reply

"Now go! We've got like four minutes!" he pushes my to the stairs and we descent them.

"Talk to you later then!" he calls to me as we part ways. "OK! Night!" I reply, and yank out my cloak, round the corner, un-shrink it, and tug it on, then silence my feet, and run to the common room.

"Harry! You're late! But you're ok!" Hermione greets me as she hugs me. I smile.

"He's really nice Hermione! And he gave me a 2 way journal so that I can write to him whenever I have a problem and we don't risk getting caught by scheduling meetings in the middle of the night to talk!"

"Really? I'll have to chack out that journal, to make sure it's not like a repeat of the Ginny/Voldemort thing." she says, suddenly stern, though I can understand why.

She opens the book to the first page, and pulls out her wand, but before she does anything, words appear on the page in red ink.

Did you make it Harry?

Yeah.

I reply, Hermione is completely enthralled and fascinated.

Ok, no Filtch?

Nope.

Good, I'll talk to you tomorrow then?

Sure. Talk to you later!

Alright!

Night.

Oh, before I forget, Hermione, I bet you're worried about this book. I swear it

isn't cursed. Ask the twins if you want… Night Harry, Hermione.

"Ask the twins?! How would they know?!" Hermione says as I close the book.

"B's dating George." I say, and she gasps. "Really?" "Yeah, but don't tell, ok?"

She crosses her heart. "I swear!" I smile at the childish muggle promise gesture, and suggest that we go to bed. She nods and grabs the book she had been reading while I was gone, and hugs me goodnight quickly.

"Night Harry, sleep well." I grab the journal, and wish her pleasant dreams as well and head up to my dorm. I'm so tired, I just perform cleaning spells on my teeth and face and strip to my boxers. I set the journal in my bedside table's drawer and climb in bed, barely getting the covers over my chest before I fall asleep.

Well, there's chapter 4, I think…? Lol sorry it took so long, I'd typed part of it up and my parents kicked me off the computer for that weekend, and I'm not allowed on on weeknights, so it's stupid… But I'll update as soon as possible. I LOVE REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)