New chapter up! Sorry it took so long. I've been really busy and whatnot with Christmas, school, the Harry Potter movie (which kicked some ass!) and the Lord of the Ring movie (which kicked even more ass!!! It was amazing!!!!!!!!!). Thanks to all my reviewers, I love you all. *hugs* You are all my favorite people. And to all the people who read, like, but didn't review, I still like you don't worry!

Ok, I have to warn you of something before you read on (provided that you read this authors note), I've changed my plot a bit, because (to my horror) it was turning into a Mary Sue..*shudder* Gack! *bows* I'm incredibly sorry, I've abused my author powers. It won't happen again.

Sorry this chapter was so short, but there wasn't really a lot of extra stuff (besides the main plot) to put in).



Chapter 6



Harry looked around Hogsmede, disinterested. He inwardly sighed as Hermoine dragged him and Ron into another bookstore.

"Why do we have to go in EVERY bloody bookstore Herm. Why not something funner, like the joke shop?"

Hermoine turned and rolled her eyes at Ron. "What's so interesting about some stupid joke shop?"

Ron seethed. "It's much more fun then a stupid book store."

Harry chuckled silently while he watched them fight. After their first year in Hogwarts he had learned to tune them out whilst they were fighting, well, most of the time. He began to look around at all the third through seventh years walking around the small town. They were all talking and laughing amongst themselves, nothing interesting there.

After the incident in the library, he had eventually gotten over the shock of seeing that un-known girl with Malfoy. He unconsciously looked over to where Hermoine and Ron were still fighting. Hermoine's eyes were lit up and he cheeks were red from anger.

A surge of love went through Harry. 'Who cares who she was.' He thought to himself. 'I have the most wonderful girl as my girlfriend.' *



Katheryne and Draco both sat heavily in a booth in Three Broomsticks. Draco fought back a yawn. They had been shopping, browsing, and just generally having a good time in each other's presence for a good part of the day. They had been in every shop and store throughout Hogsmede.

Katheryne looked over at him, her purple eyes beaming happiness. "That was fun, and that's saying a lot from me, I'm not usually a shopper."

Draco half smiled back. "Glad you enjoyed yourself."

Kit nodded. "I did have a good -"

"What would you like?" said Madam Rosmerta, coming over to they're table with a pad of paper in her hand and her pencil ready.

Kit's eyes glittered darkly as her face showing bored disinterest. "Two butterbeer, and make it fast." She snapped.

Madam Rosmerta looked shocked, but quickly turned and hurried over to the bar.

Kit turned her attention back to Draco, and found him smirking slightly.

Draco was looking at Kit in a new light. 'She was positively evil! But why is she so nice to me and mean to everyone else?'


Shaking off his thoughts he said to her "What was that about?"

Kit shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not a people person." At Draco's confused look she laughed shortly and added. "I suppose your wondering why I'm nice to you and horrible to everyone else?"

"The thought had crossed my mind," said Draco dryly.

A dark look came over Katheryne's face. "Promise you won't tell anyone?" she said softly.

Draco nodded his head. "Who would I tell." He said in an equally low voice.

After a moment's hesitation, Kit slid over to the other side of the booth, where Draco was sitting. She crossed her legs and looked him in the eyes. After taking a deep breath she began.

"I lost my parents when I was really young. I don't even remember them much, but I do know that they were there for some part of my life. They died t-trying to protect me. The-the" she faltered, but then her voice grew strong again. "the deathearters and voldemort killed them."

Draco felt himself go white, but struggled to remain control. 'The deathereaters..my father?'


Kit continued. "When they died I was on my own. I've lived on the street for most of my life. Occasionally people would take me in, but that often didn't last long. I was gone in a month of so."

Draco leaned in closer. "How did you survive?"

Kit shrugged her shoulders again and smiled softly. "Hey, what can I say, you get used to the streets after awhile." She quickly brought her hand up to her eyes to hide the small tears that were forming, but Draco's hand was quicker. He clasped her hand in his, and with his other hand he brushed her tears away.

Not use to such kindness, more tears began to leak out her eyes. Finally giving into her sobs, she leaned into Draco's chest.

Draco held her whilst she cried, patting her back. He noticed that Madam Rosmerta had begun to walk over with they're drinks, but a well-timed glare made her scuttle back behind the counter.

After a few more minutes, Kitten wiped the last of her tears away and gradually pulled herself away from Draco chest. She instead twisted around so she was half in, half out of his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. She looked up into his face, blushing a little.

"Thank you" she said softly.


Rendered speechless by the closeness of her to him, he could only look into her eyes.

Slowly they began to leaned they're heads together, they're lips touching softly. They both pulled away, startled. They looked into each other's eyes once more and smiled slightly.






Snape wandered aimlessly through Hogsmede, wondering what had propelled him to go there. Normally when there was an outing into Hogsmede he stayed back at the castle, revealing in the silence. Instead he found himself glaring at any and every student that passed him by as he walked down the street.

For the past few days he had been sulking in his dungeons well, more so then usual. The memories of his past were slowly tearing him apart.

'What is it that brought them back so easily?' he questioned himself. Ever since he had become a turncoat in the deatheaters the memories had been fierce, but he had mostly managed to place them in the back of his mind. Lately he hadn't been able to do that. It got to the point where even some of the teachers, who normally who leave him to his own devices, came up to him, asking what was wrong.

He shook the thoughts away, coming to a stop in the street, and looking at all the shops. He felt no real need to do any shopping, so instead he opted to go into the Three Broomsticks and drink his misery away.

Upon entering the threshold he looked around, and finally moved over to a seat at the bar. He motioned Madam Rosmerta over.

"I'll have a pint of scotch."


Madam Rosmerta raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. While she was pouring the drink she tried to strike up a conversation.

"So the kids are out on an outing huh?" at Snape's nod she continued. "It's nice to see them every once in a while. Although, they are a touch moody, aren't they? Why, just then a young girl, probably a student, although I've never seen her before, snapped at me to get her a drink, then when I went over to serve them, she was crying on young Malfoy's shoulder."

Snape coughed in his drink. "W-what?" he managed to choke out around his coughs.

"I was rather surprised too, it being young Mr. Malfoy and all, but there they are over there." She said, pointing over to the corner booth, where Katheryne and Draco were sitting.

Snape swiveled the stool around to catch a better look.

Draco and Katheryne, feeling them staring, looked over at the two adults.

Snape nearly fell of his chair. "It's her!" he said softly, staring into Kit's purple eyes.








*It hurt me to write that. *sniff* Most of the time I'm a diehard hermoine/ron supporter. Don't worry though, I still am, just testing the harry/hermoine waters a bit.