Hey! I'm back, peeps! So LONG LIVE BOOKS gave me an idea. They suggested that I have someone else's PoV to see how everyone else reacted to Draco and Tiffany. So that's what I'm doing, sort of. Enjoy.

Third Person PoV:

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were horrified. Hermione wasn't as horrified as the boys, but still, seeing her best friend with someone who despised them. Tiffany stared back in horror, shock, and something else neither Harry, Hermione, nor Ron could tell what it was. Then Thomas Finnegan pulled his daughter away. "Bloody hell." Ron muttered.

The three friends stood there, not saying anything as their friend was taken away. Somehow they got back to burrow. The trio ended up in Ron and Harry's room. Hermione and the boys sat at the foot of one of the beds on the floor. "Did anyone know?" Harry asked. Hermione ran her fingers through Crookshank's fur. "Tiffany sent me a letter saying they had kissed, but I thought that she had punched him."

The trio sat there not speaking. Harry wasn't sure what he felt about this subject, he just remembered what his friends had said when he had arrived at the home.

Hermione grabbed Harry around the neck as he closed the door. "Blimey Hermione, let the man breathe." Ron said, laughing. Hermione pulled away and Harry smiled at his friends—there was over two of them. "Where's Tiffany?" He asked. Ron and Hermione shared a look. "Her father won't let her out of the house, not even to see us." Ron said. "Yeah, apparently her father has cut off all her ties to the outside, she hasn't been able to send any owls since before her birthday."

Harry felt really bad. He had missed his friends over the summer, and now that they were together again, without one, he realized just how close the four of them were. He hoped Tiffany was okay.

Ron was unsure what to do. Tiffany had been one of his best friends since he could remember, and now she was dating a Malfoy. Ron had always had hated the Malfoy, but if Tiffany was giving him a chance, maybe he could, what was he saying? He hated Malfoy! But if he hurt her, Ron would kill him in an instant.

Hermione wasn't able to comprehend it. Her best friend, her best friend who had always been there for her, was dating Draco Malfoy. She had received the letter from Tiffany saying Draco and she had kissed but Hermione thought that Tiffany hadn't liked it and had punched him or something.

The trio wasn't sure what to do. They didn't hate her as some would have expected, but they did still hate Malfoy. They didn't trust him, Tiffany obviously did. All three of them decided, maybe, just maybe to give him a chance. Maybe.

Tiffany PoV:

Thank God! They finally got the hint. The girls hadn't even looked at me since I told them that. I was now leaning against the side of the wall with my book in my lap. My feet were tucked up under me and I was using my robe as a blanket. We would be at Hogwarts in about an hour and a half. I was so ready. Hopefully this year will be…calm. I wasn't sure why but something felt off.

I stared out the window as it started to rain. I turned back to the others and used my wand to hold up my hair in a bun. I tucked the short pieces behind my ears. I was ready to get off the train.

Finally the train screeched to a stop and I stood up and put my robe on. I packed my rucksack and stood up and followed Draco out. He took my hand and helped me weave in and out of the crowds. I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Hey, guys!" I said. They didn't speak, my happiness died. Draco laughed. "Can't speak to your best friend? Is it my fault?" I scoffed. "Draco, let's go. They apparently don't want to talk to me." I pulled him along and got up in a carriage.

He pulled me closer and I leaned into him. My friends hated me. Great. I was alone in Gryffindor house without any friends. Draco's friends climbed in with us and I saw they twins behind us. I waved and they waved back smiling. Maybe I still had friends left in my house.

Hogwarts was just as I remember it. Tall spiraling pillars, the look of a castle. The lake, the wimping willow, the lights that lite up the night, it was all so familiar, it was home. We came to a stop and the trail and I swung myself over the edge. Leaves crunched under my feet. I grabbed my bag from where I placed it on the ground and waited. A light breeze ruffled my clothes and hair. Draco was talking to Crabbe so I walked over to the Twins.

"HEY!" I said. They hugged me. "Tiffany, we haven't seen you all summer! We cannot believe that your dad wouldn't let you out of the house. Still helping us with our business?" They said it in unison. I smiled, nodding. "Of course! And can I sit with you two? I'm pretty sure your brother hates me now." They laughed.

"Tiff, we aren't too fond of Malfoy ourselves, but we don't hate you for it!" Again in unison. "Tiffany, you coming?" Draco shouted. I nodded. "See you guys at the feast! Save me a seat!" I called over my shoulder as I walked to Draco. He held out his hand I linked it with mine. Someone hit my shoulder and as I looked to see who it was all I could see was the red hair of Ron. Bloody little git. Harry patted my shoulder. "Sorry!" As he took off after Ron. Hermione fell into step with me.

"Tiffany, Ron is totally mad at you, but I'm not." She said, whispering. My best friend went on as we walked. "Harry almost got expelled." I paled. "Don't worry, I'll fill you in when we get to the dorms. See you later. By the way, like your hair, the wand is a nice touch." She gave me a wink and ran to catch up with the boys.

Draco let go of my hand at the door of the Great Hall and kissed my check. "See you later." He said. I smiled and turned away. As I walked up the aisle were the twins were waving at me. I watched the table at the front of the room. Professor Dumbledore met my eyes. I smiled at him. He gave a smile and had a look of amusement on his face. I guessed he saw Draco and I. I turned to Professor McGonagall and smiled at her. She had a look of horror on her face, then she forced a smile. She had seen the whole thing as well.

I set between the twins and waited. They placed a piece of parchment in front of me and started to explain it to me. George went first. "We think that we've made something like the fireworks at the World Cup—" Fred finished. "That will create a 'W' instead of a leprechaun. What do you think?" I studied the paper in front of me. It was coned shaped that was covered in something at the top. It looked very nice.

"Well, maybe if we adjust the size—see, here you have the scale all wrong—which would make it hand-held—because if you had it to scale like this it would be almost three and a half feet long—so yes, I think it looks fine." The boys were looking at each other in amazement as if I had just delivered the best news ever. They started to discuss other ideas with me and I only half listened. I had found Draco at the Slytherin table and was looking at him. He looked over and caught my eye. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and I smiled. He gave a small one in return, looking as if he wanted to be over here, or me over there.

I watched the first years file in with no amusement, cheering for the new ones. The Feast started and I looked up and down the table and found my friends only a few seats down. As Dumbledore started to talk I set my head in my hand that was propped up on the table. The twins looked just the same. "Hem, hem." The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher stood. "She looks like a pink toad." I muttered. Fred, who was behind me, leaned forward. "That is an insult to toads. I smiled. George smiled at his brother. "…I hope we can all be good friends." Unbridged said. "That's likely." The twins and I muttered at the same time. She turned towards us, and I saw the look that said 'I have found the trouble makers and will now make their lives miserable every second I can'.

Finally we could leave and I swiftly walked to the doors. Before I could walk up the final flight of stairs to the Portrait, someone grabbed my wrist. I found Draco there. He pulled me towards him. "Goodnight, Tiffany." I gave him a quick peck on the lips. "'Night, Draco." He left with a smile and I went on my way. Ron stood there in the corner of the staircase glaring. "What is your problem, Ronald?" He shrugged. "You can't spend any time with your friend anymore?"

I frowned. "I can talk to you at any time, I'm in your house! And besides, you've been treating me as if you hate me." Ron scoffed. "You're dating a Malfoy!" I glared up at him. "So? Why does it matter?!" Ron looked oblivious. "Why does it matter? Well—" Harry came up and stopped his best friend. "Ron, stop." Hermione put an arm around my shoulders. "Harry, tell Tiffany that I will no longer be speaking to her until she stops seeing Malfoy!"

"Ron!" I yell. "Tiffany, he's evil! His whole family is evil! Why are you even his friend?" I ball my fist at my sides and glare up at the redhead. "He's nice if you get to know him! And people can change—" Ron cuts me off. "Malfoy can't change! But you can! And he'll change you into someone who is as evil as him!" I jerk back as if I'd been slapped. "How dare you, Ronald!" I turn and walk up the stairs to the portrait.

"Having troubles, dear?" The lady asked me. I nodded. "Yes, yes I have been having horrible troubles. How have you been?" She smiles. "Fine, fine, dear. Password?" I nod. "Chocolate Drops." She swings open. "Goodnight, dear." I step in and Hermione followed. "Goodnight!" I walked into the common room and started towards the dorms. Everyone stared at me as if I was a bug and I need to be killed. I glared as I marched up the stairs with Hermione on my tail. I threw open the door and marched in. I fell into my pillow and I screamed in my anger. I couldn't believe Ron!

I sat up and Hermione sat beside me and took down my hair and brushed it out. She braided it down the back, as she did she spoke. "Tiffany, he doesn't mean it, you know." I shrugged and held the right post at the end of my bed. "Yes, he did." I shrug of my robe as she finished and through it over my trunk. "I'm going to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." I said as I retrieved my pajamas from my trunk. I ran into the bathroom and changed. I fell into my bed and soon was asleep.

I woke up and quickly dressed after a quick shower. I let my waves hang to my waist as I rushed after Hermione to the Great Hall. She drug me down beside her to sit in front of Harry and Ron. Ron and I glared at each other. "Come on, Harry. Let's move." I scoffed and turned away. Hermione and Harry shared this look as if they were both ready to strangle Ron, who wanted to strangle me, who wanted to strangle him. I let my eyes wonder as Ron and Harry argued. I found the Slytherin table and my eyes searched for Draco. There he was. I smiled. I wish I was over there.

Before long Hermione was pulling at me. We had potions first. I grabbed my bag and was pulled along. We both didn't want to be late. We walked in and found that only three students were there already. Snape glared at us and we took our seats. The lesson went by slowly. Draco was the only thing that kept me awake, he was on the other side of the room. He would smile at me every so often. Finally we were released. Hermione and the boys had charms and I had divination. You see, Professor Trelawney and I were good friends. I had the 'gift' as she called it. I was a seer. We had tea every Friday as to discuss matters and I was the best student in her class. Sometimes I hated I was so good because I would have dreams of the future. As I walked up the twisting stairs of the tower someone's hand slipped into mine. "You have divination?" Draco questioned.

"Of course. You do know I am a seer?" I replied. "Of course, it must have slipped my mind." We stopped at the doorway and he kissed my cheek, "See you later." He went to take his seat and I walked in slowly. "Tiffany!" I turned to find Professor Trelawney smiling at me. "Professor!" She hugged me quickly. "Are we still on for tea Friday?" She asked in her quavering voice. "Yes, Professor." She nodded. "Ah, still reading your tea leaves?" I nodded. "Yes, Tiffany, good job, now please go take your seat." I sat on the floor with the table in front of me. I stared into the glass ball and the clouds moved before me.

I leaned forwards to see more clearly.

It was Voldemort fighting with…Harry. I my eyes went wide as I watched the scene unfold. Then it faded. I saw the grim. It was like a black cloud in the sky. I heard a whimper of some sort. The black cloud turned gray then it faded completely, as if it was dead. Then my sight went black, and a vision overtook me. It was me but I stood at the top of the astronomy tower. I was sobbing. My wand was held out to someone I couldn't see. I looked older. The older me sobbed as tears ran down her cheeks, then her eyes rolled back in her head and she crumpled to the floor. I fell backwards as the vision released me.

"Wait! Let her be. She will come to in a moment." Professor Trelawney commanded. I peeled my eyes open and found myself staring at the colorful ceiling of the room. The back of my neck was sticky with sweat and my hands were clammy. Professor Trelawney stood over me. "Are you alright, dear?" She asked with concern in her voice. I sat up slowly and pressed a hand to my forehead. My other was on the floor, bracing me up. My head ached as if a bludger was hitting it repeatedly. "Yes, Professor." I mumbled. Professor Trelawney clasped her hand together. "Class dismissed. Mr. Malfoy come here."

I tried not to think of what I had seen as the others filed out. Cho Chang patted my shoulder as she left. "Mr. Malfoy, take Miss. Finnegan to the hospital wing and give Madam Pomfrey this note." I heard the scribbling of a quill. The image of me crumbling to ground filled my head. "Tiffany, go with Mr. Malfoy to the hospital wing." Trelawney instructed. I opened my eyes and stood up shakily. My legs felt like led. I Draco put an arm around my shoulder as I walked towards the door. I started down the stairs with a tight grip on the rail. I made it down finally and had a sheen of sweat on my fore head. I sat down as soon as I could. I leaned forwards, I was only halfway to the infirmary.

"Tiffany, we need to get you to the hospital." Draco said. I couldn't walk any more. The vision had drained my strength. "I can't, Draco, I can't move another step." Before I knew what had happened, Draco had scooped me up and started to carry me. "Oh, goodness. What happened?" I heard Madam Pomfrey say. "I don't know. We were in divination and she just collapsed." Draco said. Madam Pomfrey looked down at me. "Oh, it's Tiffany. Lay her on that bed." I felt a soft mattress under me and Draco's arm disappeared. I shivered.

Pomfrey placed a hand to my forehead. "This must have been a bad one. She took the note from Draco. "Vision…strong one…Yes! Well, Mr. Malfoy, would you be so kind as to give Professor McGonagall a letter for me?" I heard Draco say yes then the scratch of a quill. I knew why she was sending a not to McGonagall. She knew I was a seer. Only five teachers knew. McGonagall, Dumbledore, Pomfrey, Trelawney, and Snape. I moved to sit up and saw Draco rushing down the corridor. A few minutes later Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore came rushing in. A fever had set in.

I was so sick because I was young, a new seer. New seers always got sick in the first few years after they developed the gift. I sat up as the teachers rushed in. "Miss. Finnegan, are you alright?" McGonagall questioned. I nodded. "Yes, Professor." Dumbledore looked at me over his spectacles. "What did you see, Miss. Tiffany?" I gulped. "I—I saw Voldemort, sir. He and Harry were dueling. I also saw myself, but I looked sickly, sir, and I was crying, I had my wand pointed at someone, and, and then I collapsed."

The two teachers in front of me whispered to each other in hushed tones. McGonagall and Dumbledore said thank you and started to leave. "Professor Dumbledore!" He came back. "I also saw something else. The grim, sir." He looked at me in a comforting way. "And the grim is?" I blinked. "A dog. It was dying, sort of. It faded away." Dumbledore gave me a look of understanding and questioning. "Do they have another name for the grim?" I knew what he wanted. "Padfoot." I said. "Thank you, Miss Finnegan. Madam Pomfrey, she is excused of her classes for the rest of the day, I suggest giving her some tonic and sending her off to bed." He walked away in a swirl of robes.

Madam Pomfrey did indeed give me a dose of tonic and sent me to bed. I walked to the dorm slowly. I said the password and walked quickly to my room. I took off my robe and tie and fell onto the bed. I didn't even bother to turn down the covers. I was asleep in moments.

Hoped you guys liked it! I've been in a Harry Potter slump lately and so I've been writing this story like crazy. If you will, please review and tell me if you have any ideas on what you want to happen or if you thought something should be changed. TTYL! ~ a hunter of artemis here