Secrets
Part Seven: I've been studying is all
Q—I know that we said that we wouldn't write over holiday, but staying here at the castle is boring. There are only about six of us who stayed and not one of them is a Slytherin.
You know who did stay though? Your friend, Potter. If I didn't know any better I would say that he is spying on me. Kind of creepy when you really think about it. Of course who wouldn't be obsessed over me?—D
D—I'm sorry that you had to stay at the castle all holiday. And I am sure that Harry isn't spying on you, maybe you are just being a little paranoid? Or rather just full of yourself. Do you really think that Harry is secretly in love with you? Haha!
Anyway, mum has decided to throw this huge party over holiday, and she has named it in my honor. Seriously? I don't want any part of her parties! But, on the up side, Harry will be attending, so you will have one less stalker in the castle with you.
On a more serious note, I think that he is just suspicious of us. Maybe Hermione said something to him? I don't know. I do know that it wont take long for him to piece together both of our disappearances.—Q
No, I don't think that Potter is really secretly in love with me. There is only one Gryffindor who I would believe that about.
Are you taking Potter to your party as your date?—D
Yes, are you jealous?—Q
No. Okay, yes. You better not kiss scar-head.—D
Don't call him that. And I would never kiss him.—Q
I wish I could be your date.—D
Me, too.—Q
D—Sorry I haven't been able to write, the party was last night(I enclosed a picture for you!). You'll be pleased to hear that I did not kiss Harry.
You should have seen all the people that my mother invited to that thing! Even the Minister of Magic, himself, was there. I don't think that she threw it for me at all, to tell you the truth. It seems as if she is trying to gain popularity in the upper circle again. Sigh.
Oh, and your friend Blaise was there. Does he know about us?—Q
I love the photo. You look beautiful. I have to say though, that I am glad that you will be back on Sunday.
And, no, Blaise doesn't know.—D
Quinn stared at the letter that she had just received. She missed Draco, not to mention she missed Hogwarts. Being home was maddening. It seemed like her family was made to withstand long distances—they got along better that way anyways. It seemed the farther apart they were physically, the closer they were emotionally.
The only person that Quinn was ever really sad about leaving behind was her brother. But she didn't even mind leaving him behind this time, since it meant that she would be returning to Hogwarts and Draco.
"Hey, Quinny?"
Quinn turned away from the window to find her brother standing in her doorway. "What's up, J?"
"You've got a couple of visitors downstairs. Potter and Weasley, I think."
Quinn grinned and stashed her letter away in her desk before bounding down the stairs to see the boys.
Harry, Ron and Quinn sat around the table laughing and sipping butterbeers. They had spent the afternoon wandering around the Alley and generally enjoying each others company.
It was only after they had gotten there that Quinn had learned that Hermione wouldn't be joining them. The boys told her that Hermione was away on Holiday with her family.
"So, the last time we talked to 'Mione she hinted that you may be seeing someone," Ron said in a teasing tone.
Anger flashed through Quinn. She and Hermione hadn't really spoken since the last time Hermione had confronted her about Draco. She couldn't believe that Hermione had done this to her.
"So, who is the lucky guy?" Harry probed.
"No one in particular," Quinn finally answered.
"You sure, because you certainly seem to be running off a lot lately."
"I've been studying is all."
"Well that is rather boring news," laughed Ron.
Quinn joined in on the laughter half-heartedly. Now that they had the suspicion, the would be sure to pay more attention to when she was present and when she wasn't. And Quinn was sure that the first time they caught her absent that Harry would scour the Map to find her.
I'm going to kill Hermione.
