Chapter Six

The Seeing Of The Kiss

…They were 100 percent correct- if he had seen them! Hope starred in shock at her father, had he seen them? Was she going to be punished? Was Draco going to punished? What if… WHAT IF HE KILLS ME!!! No… calm down… calm down, father wouldn't kill me over a kiss would he? Then again, he did cast the Cruciatus Curse on me just for helping him and Mr. Weasley up and for saying sorry… yeah maybe he would kill me over a kiss…

"F-father, I-" Draco began put Lucius put up a hand, signaling for silence. Silence he was given.

"It's all right Draco I understand."

Draco (along with Hope,) starred at their father in disbelief.

"Y-you do?" Hope asked him in an unsure tone.

"Of coarse I do, you silly girl!" He snapped at her. Hope recoiled slightly at the sound of his tone. "It's obvious that some one jinxed the Bludger and there for it was not Draco's fault that he fell…"

"Though next time, Hope, you might want to use a different spell- the chances of the 'Securus' spell working has twenty-five percent chance of saving a persons life if done by an inexperienced witch or wizard; you could have killed your brother instead of saving him."

Hope didn't say anything. H-he…. He didn't see the kiss… I'M SAVED!!! She would have jumped for joy if Lucius weren't standing right in front of her. Though he is angry with me for using the wrong spell… she sighed bitterly under her breath so as he father could not hear.He never was and is pleased with anything I do…

Draco gaped at his father who had not seen them- he had not seen them kiss.B-but… he interrupted us… so how is that? Draco tried to think over how it was possible but after a few moments, gave up and just expected the fact that he was not going to die a horrible painful death by the hand of his father.

"What are you two starring at?" Mr. Malfoy asked them, they blinked, startled by his sudden appearance into their dream-state.

"Er… clouds?" Hope said.

"Potter…" Draco muttered.

"What was that Draco?" Lucius asked his beloved son. Draco pointed to where Harry was being rushed of the Quidditch pitch and off to Hospital Wing. Lucius gave a small smirk of triumph and walked over without another word. Hope starred at him as he walked off then turned her attention back to her brother.

"I don't know if I should cry from pure joy or just cry…" He said to her.

"Ether way," she told him. "You're going to cry."

"True…"

Ron sat hiding underneath one of the Slytherin bleachers, covering his mouth and trying his best not to puke. He had seen it. He had seen Draco kiss his sister- no not a normal on the cheek kiss- but full force on the lips. Blood hell, I think I saw his tongue- that sick f- Ron puked. He sat back up coughing and spitting out the rest of the disgusting liquid.

"I've gotta tell Harry." He murmured.

Ginny looked around for Hope as she followed the rest of Gryffindor up to the Hospital Wing, her friend was nowhere to be seen. Where could she have gone? Ginny was frightened, first the chamber was opened, her memory was leaving her, Hope's leg, the Bludger- now THIS! Is this my fault? No…. it…. It couldn't be… Then she noticed that Ron wasn't there and she started to panic again. Oh god, oh god! I need to talk to some one… now! Any on-!

Ginny turned and left her house to carry Harry to the Hospital Wing, she ran straight for the Gryffindor common room.

Ginny never stopped once; she refused to stop until she had gotten to the common room entrance.

"Wattlebird." She told the Fat Lady.

"…Enter…"

The portrait swung open and Ginny rushed inside, quickly closing the door behind her. No one was there; she was all alone. Good. This is perfect.

Ginny ran up into the girl's dormitory, threw her pillow to one side. Revealing a small black leather book. Tom will know what to do, she thought.

The younger Weasley took the book and at once began to write furiously.

'Tom…. Are you there?' The ink faded away and was replaced by a new set of words.

'I am always here, what is that you wish to talk to me about…'

Ron hurried as fast as his legs would carry him but every time he thought of Hope and Draco he was forced to stop and puke behind a suit of amour. Crap, I'll never get to Harry in the condition… stupid Hope and… and… He puked a 5th time, here wasn't much left in him now.

"This is pointless…" Ron moaned but he continued to travel onwards.

It took him a good twenty minuets to get to the Hospital Wing, he had puke three more times and his legs were now getting very shaky- Ron knew he would not be able to support himself much longer.

He tripped and fell flat on his face. Muttering every swear word he knew (including two in Danish.) Ron got back up and struggled to keep walking.

"Asel… asel-hul… Shit…" He murmured as he came before to hospital doors.

The 6th Weasley banged on the great doors, though his knocking barely made any sound. "Open up!" He cried, voice weak from all the puking. "Please! I need to see Harry!"

Madam Pomfrey opened the doors, an annoyed look on her face.

"What is it Mr. Weasley? Potter is in no good condition too be seeing you at the mom- good lord boy! What has happened to you?!?"

Ron was rather pale looking, plus he was covered in puke. He said nothing and Madam Pomfrey hurried him in.

"Stay right here," she told him. "I'll be back. Try to get some sleep while I'm gone!"

The madam scuttled out of the room, looking for whatever it was she was need to fix Ron up.

Ron had other plans.

"Harry?" He called out. "Harry where are you?"

Harry stirred at the sound of his name, the pain in his arm was killing him and he had just fallen asleep.

"Ron I was about to fall asleep and do you how much my arm f-"

"Harry, Harry," Ron said cutting him off, "you won't believe what I saw!" Ron was really excited now. Excited to prove Hope was just another Malfoy or even worse then a Malfoy- that she and Draco were to one's who opened the Chamber. Ron had never once trusted her much; thought that she was just another stuck-up pureblood.

"You're right- I probably wont. So what is this unbelievable news?" Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice from his bedside table.

"I saw Draco kiss Hope!"

There was aloud 'splooshing' sound and Ron found himself even more soaking wet, covered with pumpkin juice.

"What was that for Harry? You didn't have to spit it all at me!"

"HE KISSED HIS SISTER!?!!?" Harry yelled at Ron, ignoring the fact that his best friend was soaked to bone in Harry- Potter-spit-up-pumpkin-juice. "MALFOY KISSED HOPE!?!!?"

Ron covered The Boy Who Lived mouth. "Ssssh!" Ron told him as Madam Pomfrey came back into view, a few other teachers fallowing her as they carried a human shaped object.

"Put him over here, shhh! Potter and Weasley should be sleeping." She told the faculty.

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Harry was quite happy that Dobby had left the second Ron had entered, though now he was wishing that Ron had not coming in and that he was still telling Dobby to 'please shut it!' It was certainly better then hearing about Hope and Draco and their incest love. His arm was killing him and Harry was running low on tolerance. It only grew worse when Ron shushed him and the faculty came running in, carrying something with their wands.

"Put him over, SSSH! Potter and Weasley should be sleeping." Madam Pomfrey told them.

"Good heavens!" said the voice of McGonagall, "what is Weasley doing here?" she sounded terrified.

The madam shushed her, flicking her wand, a human shape object landed on a nearby bed.

"Weasley came here looking like a mess so I went off and told him to stay put and sleep while I find him something to fix him up- seems that's going to be delayed…"

Harry gave Ron a question look, but his friend only returned it with a 'Draco/Hope' look on his face. Ron always was sickened by incest.

"But, Albus… surely… who?" McGonagall asked, her voice now more shaken then before.

"The question is not who," Dumbledore told in a calm voice, his eye resting on the body of a petrified Colin Creevey. "The question is, how…"

Hope starred up at the wooden bunk of her bed. Ginny was not back yet and it was visiting hours at Hospital Wing, so where could the Weasley girl be? I hope that… that THING didn't get her… oh god- oh god! I have to find her!

Hope got up from her bed raced down the stairs, out the portrait hole, and down the corridor. For a Gryffindor- she lacked brains.

Going out after curfew, forgetting about a killing beast on the loose, angry houses that thought she was the heir to Slytherin- yeah… she wasn't the brightest among her peers.

As Hope wandered the empty dark hallways, her mind wandered back to the kiss Draco had given her. It was a sinful thing to do, but so amazing and sweet. Plus, he's not really my brother… I AM adopted… even though she tried to convince herself that it was ok, it still felt a bit incestuous.

She quickly hid behind a suit of armor when she heard the sound of footsteps. The headmaster, her head of house, Professor Snape, Professor Lockheart, and a floating… body? Hope covered her mouth, stifling a gasp. COLIN! Colin's body petrified, his hands desperately clinging to his camera. Her mind raced back to Ginny, now even more frightened then ever. I've got to find her before she's Petrified!

Author: Well that's that... I hope you all liked this cause it stumped me on how to write this chapter. But then I figured it out, thanks to a friend of mine who's writing her own story- not fanfiction related (but it's still good.)

I have decided on the sequals- I will be doing book 4th and 5th, an epic of the 6th and an ending for the 7th...

... That's going to be hard... Eep, work! I don't like work...

Well that's all for now folks- until next time... This is Hope- signing off!