Okay so chapter eleven isn't much of a hoot. I really want to skate over the memories part because I know I won't do them any justice. I plan on taking the story to the end of Deathly Hallows but don't worry, I wont just jump straight to that book. I just really wanna go over the memories bit. I really do want to write the locket part as well. So anyway, this chapter is real short, but do not fret, I shall have another one up by tonight bringing the story along.

This explanation is confusing and ranty. Enjoy and keep a look out for the next chapter tonight :)

Once again, CBA to edit :P


CHAPTER ELEVEN


Harry sat across from Ron at the Gryfindor table as he buttered his jacket potato and watched the sunlight bounce through the stained windows. He and a large selection of the Gryfindors (and several Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs) had just returned from the Quidditch pitch where Harry had just held team tryouts. He now had a full team he was sure had a fighting chance for the cup. He was also glad Katie Bell, Ron and Ginny were on the team.

He watched the butter melt into his potato as a long curly haired figure came prancing towards them.

"Hi won-won!" Lavender Brown said, kissing him on the nose. Harry looked away and began sticking his fork into the jacket potato. He blew on it and began eating, pretending he was quite alone. He smiled to see Hermione walking towards him. "Hello Harry… oh… see you later" and she quickly walked on past.

"What the bloody hell was that about? What's up with her lately" Ron said, trying to look at Harry but with some difficulty as Lavender was smothering him. Ginny came along just after, accompanied by Luna.

They both dropped into the seat beside Harry. Ginny gave an utterly disgusted look to Ron as if he had not changed his underpants in 4 weeks. Luna smiled dreamily. "Hi Harry" she said.

"Hello Luna" he smiled.

"Great team choice," Ginny said picking up a goblet of pumpkin juice, "though I think you could of chosen a better keeper" She glared at Ron who seemed to be trying to wrestle free of Lavender.

"Won-won," She pouted. "Will you walk me to the common room" she simpered.

Luna gazed at them both. "I do hope you're not going to call her Lav-Lav" she said in her wispy, kind voice.

Ginny, joked on her pumpkin juice before setting it down, doubled over with laughter. Harry joined in. Ron smirked and clearly this wasn't a clever move as Lavender withdrew herself and scowled at him.

"You're one to talk Loony" She hissed at Luna, who simply stared, curiously.

"Oi! Don't call her Loony" Ron said at once. She looked from Ron to Luna and back again. "Well, fine Ronald! You can have her," She made an awkward squeaky noise before storming off from the great hall. The three of them watched her as she reached the doors where she shoved past an approaching Draco and stormed off out of sight. Draco stared after, frowning before retreating off up to the Gryfindor table.

"I don't mean to worry you Weasley, but your better half looks furious." He smirked.

"I'm not quite sure what just happened there." Ron said, "I'm glad I'm shut of her though, she's mental. Went on about baby names the other day. For one, I don't plan on having any kids till I'm at least 40, and two, I don't plan on naming my kid Memphis."

Harry, Draco and Ginny simply roared with laughter, which didn't help as Luna smiled and said "I had a pet fresh-water plimpy called Memphis once."

Once they had managed to stifle their laughing, Ron stood up. "I best talk to Hermione, see what's rattled her cage." Luna stood up too.

"I best be going too." She smiled and pranced off dreamily.

"Isn't she brilliant," Ron said. "Completely gaga, but bloody brilliant" He smiled and walked off up the table to find Hermione.

Harry felt his stomach knot as he sat between Ginny and Draco.

"Fancy going to the library Harry? To er… finish that potions project." Draco said.

"Actually I was hoping to have a private word with you Harry" Ginny said.

Harry's heart sped up. "Well er… maybe later Ginny? I really have to get this done."

"Okay sure, I'll be in the common room anyway" she smiled. As he and Draco stood up, her smile faltered a little.

Once out of clear view of the great hall, they exited the giant oak doors and made their way across the almost-deserted grounds, walking past odd couples or foursomes from other houses. The sun was scorching for a change, bouncing off green leaves turning then jade, and making the water look like a light show. They seated themselves under a great grizzled oak, in the shade, right by the black lake. They were completely out of sight. Harry laid his head on the bark and smiled at Draco. Draco pushed himself further down into a laying position, his head against Harry's side. He sighed happily, kicking his shoes off and wiggling his toes in the sun at the edge of the shade. Harry copied this.

"I've got something to tell you Draco" Harry said, wishing for this to be over as soon as possible so he could enjoy this rare privacy.

"What's wrong?" Draco said quietly, absentmindedly, as he stared at his socked toes, in the sunlight.

"Ginny kissed me last night." Harry sighed.

Draco sat up. "What? Really?"

Harry nodded. "But I did stop it, I just thought you should know."

Draco deliberated for a minute, then started pulling odd daisies up and looping them into a chain.

Harry widened his eyes. "Aren't you mad?"

"No" Draco smiled. "You said you stopped it, I trust you."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Wow, oh, I thought this was going to be much harder to break to you." He kissed Draco on the lips. Draco looped the daisy chain into a hoop and passed it to Harry.

"Thanks" Harry laughed, "though I don't think it will last forever".

Draco pulled Harry's bag over and pulled out Advanced Potion Making, and opened the book to the page that had "Sectumsempra! – For enemies" written in the corner. Draco laid the chain out carefully and then closed the book, smiling.

"I don't have anything to give you." Harry smiled back. Before Draco could reply, Harry jumped on him and kissed him as they both rolled into the icy cold lake. They both immerged laughing, sopping wet, their toes barely touching the sandy floor of the water. Harry stroked Draco's drenched hair and smiled.

"What have you done to me Harry Potter?" Draco laughed, Harry just continued smiling.

"Imagine if you'd of shook my hand that day." Draco mused. Harry laughed.

"I wonder if we would have been here now." He said.

"You'd probably be following me around like Crabbe and Goyle used to. That is to say, if you were in Slytherin." Draco said, entwining his fingers with Harry's.

Harry's mind wandered for a minute to the day he wore the sorting hat. You could be great, you know. It's all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, there's no doubt about that. No?

How different would things of been. If he had been sorted to Slytherin, would he be so keen to shun Voldemort's views? Would he be friends with Ron and Hermione? Would he have been at Malfoy Manner during the holidays, being influenced by his family's old ways, rather than at the Burrow with his warm-hearted friends? And then Harry decided he didn't care. This was how it was now and he was more than content with the way it had happened. He gazed at Draco, who was assessing him. The sun glinted off his silver eye's making them almost white. Harry could not deny, Draco was the most beautiful he had ever seen. His pale skin seemed almost translucent. Harry felt a warm. sensation in his chest. Yet, he could not help but think that something negative boarded on the horizon. He pulled Draco close to him, and rested his head on his shoulder, stroking his hair. Draco breathed a sigh of content and they both waded through the water back to the tree where they dried off in the sun, chatting about personal things.