WELL. It's been a long and grueling past weeks. Between Drama, friends at each other's throats, the Spanish fiesta, my birthday, and the rainy trip to Algonquin, it's been interesting. Cheers. I'm officially old enough to sign my own get out of class slips. HELL YEAH! Anyways, here's the chapter. It's screwed. I know. I was out of my mind. Feel free to review me and tell me that. And, now that we've established that, I can move on to tell you that these aren't my characters, but J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien. Toodles.

'What the hell did I do that for?' he scolded himself.

Draco walked back towards Snape's office carrying his copy of the journal- angry at himself for even thinking, or doing, what he did.

"What the fuck was I thinking- kissing that-that thing?" he growled to himself.

He walked on.

"Sure, she's kind of pretty with those big emerald eyes..." 'Stop that! Merlin's beard! What's happened to me?'

He was so caught up in his anger and self-denial that he nearly walked past Snape's door. He knocked angrily on the door and attempted to school his features. Snape opened the door to find an angry Draco, whose eyes were blazing.

Snape looked down at his young student.

"Are you ready? Are you entirely certain that you want to do this?"

'What is he playing at? First he tells me that I've made the right decision, and now he's having doubts? No, I can't handle that. I won't deal with that.'

"Let's just get this over with."

Snape nodded and they entered the room, heading straight for the fireplace. A large cabinet stood next to it and Snape went to it.

He pulled a pot off a shelf and held it in front of Draco as the young man placed a hand into the pot and retrieved some small grained floo powder. Then, taking a handful himself, he waited for his student to enter the empty fireplace.

Draco took a deep breath. He really didn't want to do this.

"Ministry of magic," Draco called as he stepped into green flames. Snape followed soon after.

"How dare that conniving weasel kiss me?" Chime mutter angrily to herself. "Wait- correction- How dare that conniving 'ferret' kiss me? And why did I let him do it? And what the hell was he talking about??! "Because you have an aura around you that separates you- that protects you"... Right! What does that mean?"

At that moment, she realized that she was still in Draco's room and went out into the common room.

As she exited the Slytherin's bedroom, she stopped and stared as the three middle-earthians, who had tried to help her, began to regain consciousness.

It was Legolas who moved first, rolling onto his side and stretching himself out, but all the while mumbling in his language.

He was shortly followed by Aragorn, who was on his stomach, and reaching out in front of him, rolling his shoulders on the floor.

Boromir hadn't moved. Chime went to him, kneeling beside him as she went, and looked at him closely. She picked up his head, and held it in her arm, using the other one to tap him on the cheek in an attempt at waking him up. He still didn't budge.

She sighed, and went to the nearest table, picking up a discarded glass of water. She went back to him, and gently poured some of the fluid onto his face, where it stayed. He didn't move.

Frustrated, she dumped the rest of the glass onto his face and stomped back to the table, where she slammed the empty glass down.

Gasp. Gasp.

She looked back at the figure on the floor and saw movement, and awareness seep into Boromir's body. Running to his side, she once again cradled his head in her arms, wiping water from his eyes.

"You're alive."

"At this moment, I wish for nothing more than to be dead."

She laughed. She looked up to see Legolas and Aragorn slowly but reassuredly walking to their cots. She looked back down at the man she held.

"Can you walk?"

Aragorn and Legolas seemed to be okay but Boromir was not. She began to realize that she would have to help him back to his cot.

Putting down the journal that she realized she still held in her hand, she took his arm and draped it across her shoulders, holding it there with one hand- the other, wrapped around his waist to help support the weight.

The walked slowly and with baby steps, towards the cot, Boromir slouching and nearly being carried to his cot.

They were almost there- about 2 feet away, when Boromir tried to step onto the rug that his cot resided on. As he moved his foot, the mat flipped up, and doubled over, causing his next foot to catch it.

He stumbled and fell, bringing Chime with him.

They both groaned. Chime, squirming under the crushing weight, relaxed, realizing that she wasn't going anywhere until Boromir moved.

Boromir, realizing the same thing, decided to move.

"Sorry," he apologized as he rolled off of her.

Chime's body filled with heat, butterflies forming in her stomach. She had never realized how content she was to be flattened by a heavier weight- Boromir's weight. He was hard and muscled everywhere from warrior-hood, and was surprisingly soft in placed where she was muscled. It was like a well formulated puzzle, being pieced together. She looked at him as she sat up.

"It's okay," she breathed, her heart beating frantically.

She watched as a slight blush caress his cheeks, while he looked back at her. Chime realized that she was only a few inches away from him when she felt herself drawn to him. She leaned in, momentarily noticing that he was doing the same, and sighed. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the soft pressure from his lips.

His hand crept up, and cupped the back of her head, pulling her in more, even as she moved closer. Her hands sat still at her sides, not knowing what to do with them, but not entirely caring as Boromir took control of the kiss. She felt her face react to his week's growth of beard, and felt the soft roughened texture of it as it brushed against her skin.

A cough broke the two apart. Chime's face blazed. She stood up abruptly.
"I-I have to go."

She walked determinedly to her room, picking up the journal while ignoring the looks from Aragorn and the elf, and shut the door to her room, locking herself inside.

Bracing herself against the door, she scolded herself. "What were you thinking? What have you done?"

She stomped to the bed and sat down at the end of the bed, looking at the door. She could hear them talk about her. They weren't yelling, but trying to make it so she couldn't hear them as they told Boromir that what he did was wrong. She didn't care. She had more important matters to attend to.

She stared at the floor in front of her with unseeing eyes. "How could you be so stupid? So what are you- a slut?" she asked herself. "First, you let Draco kiss you- and for what? Because he said something to you? Right. And now, you go and make out with Boromir?"

She mentally hit herself. "What's next? Sleeping with them? Damn it all."

She began pacing her room as she came to a sudden conclusion.

"This is all Draco's fault. If he hadn't of gotten my emotions up, I wouldn't be in this situation."

She paused, watching the red flags go up in her mind, and sighed a sigh of defeat.

"Alright, so it's not Draco's fault. I probably would have kissed Boromir anyway. I suppose I need to talk with him."

She felt herself shake with fear at the thought. She needed to do it. Now.

She walked to the door, and opened it, putting her head out slightly. Silence greeted her.

"Boromir? May I have a word with you?"

She heard shuffling feet, and moments later, a fully recovered Boromir was inching through the doorway, and standing in the middle of the room. She closed the door, and silenced him as he began to talk.

"My lady- I-I-...."

She took out her wand and cast a silence charm on the room, disabling the two in the common room from eavesdropping.

She nodded, signaling that he could talk, but instead, she took the initiative and spoke.

"Boromir. Please sit down. We need to talk."

Boromir sat at the desk, resting his hands in his lap and staring with rapt attention to the young woman in front of him.

Chime squirmed under the intense gaze.

"Boromir- I'm sorry for what happened in the common room. I'm not usually like that, and I-"

He interrupted her.

"Chime, I take full responsibility for that kiss. I understand that you are a young woman and that you probably don't have many- er- what is it that Aragorn said- dates, and that I am a full grown man who should not have taken advantage of you. For that crime, I am willing to be lashed."

Chime's eyes grew wide at his speech.

"Boy, you have thought this out. But, where the hell did you get the idea that we lash people around here?"

Boromir looked puzzled.

"But it is what is done when one has done something wrong. It is the only punishment I know."

Chime smiled wickedly. 'Obviously this guy's never met a dominatrix.' She decided to tell him what was going through her mind.

"Boromir- don't take this the wrong way, but I am desperately confused. I've never had someone kiss me that way- actually, I've never really been kissed, either."

He nodded.

She continued.

"Well, as I said, I'm confused, but even still, I can't let you take all the blame. My emotions are all crazed, and I can't do anything about it. I don't know what I'm trying to say, but I do know that I don't want you to be angry at yourself or anything of the sort."

He nodded slowly, understanding.

"Well, with that said, I don't know what to do about you and I. Some mental part of my brain is telling me to enjoy the time I have with you, but the rest creates this big-"

He cut her off with his mouth.

He kissed her slowly, gently coaxing her lips open with his tongue. She sighed, feeling relaxed and secure in his arms and immediately growled in frustration as her thoughts kept returning to the fact that he wasn't taking the situation seriously. She pushed away from him, allowing him to hold her at arms length.

"Boromir," she gasped, finally able to breathe. "Boromir- what are you doing? We need to talk about this. People are going to know if we have a relationship, and they're going to question it. We can't-"

He once again, cut her off, giving her a quick kiss, and looking into her eyes.

"I have no regard for what the others might think. At the moment, all I care about is kissing you." With that said, he leaned forward to kiss her.

She pushed him away.

"Boromir!" she screamed. "I told you, I don't want a relationship until I know what I want. Until then, stay away from me. Don't argue. I can't deal with this."

She motioned towards the door.

"Leave. I know now how you feel, but I can't... Please, I'll talk to you as soon as I figured things out."

He grumbled, and walked towards the door. As he got there, he stopped, and looked down on her with a mild glare- as though he didn't truly mean it.

"Where I come from, women have no rights. They are objects to be desired and possessed. Here is one of the few places that this does not happen. Women have choices here, and this is how they use them? By declaring themselves too confused to be knowledgeable? I do hope there are others here who understand the privileges that they are given."

He turned and left the room.