October 25, Part 2

After reaching Hogsmeade, Blaise and I decide to go our separate ways to run our various errands; with the agreement to meet later on. I found a costume in a small boutique—I decided to be Zorro, some anonymous bloke in a half mask who was into saving damsels in distress.

I'm not the saving type. I just know I'll look irresistible in the costume: muscles and ALL.

Anyway, I had a few minutes before I had to meet Blaise so I decided to make a stop at Honeydukes. What can I say? I have a sweet tooth.

Upon entering, I am greeted by the sight of Granger…in a very tight, slightly above the knee denim dress. A masculine arm is wrapped protectively around her waist as the person whispers something in her ear. She tosses her head back in laughter.

Cameron Davies.

My hands involuntarily clench as I make my way towards the happy couple. My eyes trained on Granger, she senses my presence and turns to meet my gaze.

"Malfoy." Her voice sounds strong, proud.

I reply tonelessly. "Granger."

A brief silence passes as the three of us stand there. His arm tightens even more around her. I gaze at them with an amused expression. She shifts slightly out of his grip.

"Malfoy, Cameron. Cameron, Malfoy."

He extends his hand towards me and smiles. "We've met before."

Remember how I said my hands were clenched? Well guess what….

They weren't going anywhere.

I coldly stare at Davies before returning my gaze to Granger. This is stupid.

"Whatever. Later Granger."

I move away from them to go into the nearest aisle. I peruse the shelves for something that could catch my fancy. Someone taps my shoulder.

"You're late."

"I needed chocolate."

"From what I saw, I'd say you needed something else."

I finally relax and unclench my hands. He's right. I needed to shag, but now isn't the time to dwell on that point.

"Let's go."

We carefully walk away from the crowds towards the outskirts of Hogsmeade until we reached the shrieking shack.

You thought Potter had the monopoly on the shack? My father told me of this place in my 3rd year after it was revealed Remus Lupin suffered from lycanthropy. In layman's terms, that he was a werewolf. Father knew from their school days though.

He and Professor Snape were very close.

We settled into a windowless room off of the den; sitting down on the battered dusty couch in the corner of the room. Wards are raised.

"We have to meet them."

"Who??"

"My American sources."

"Where exactly?" I've never been in the states before. This should be an experience.

"Las Vegas. A muggle city where people come and go…undetected."

"A club?" Of course, we needed something..

"Dark, clandestine, with the potential for a quick shag if time permits." Bingo.

"I told you, my father is in the states as we speak."

"I know. We need to move quickly. Let's say…two days from now?"

We nod at each other in agreement as we jump up to leave. Although most still believe that this place is haunted, there is never a guarantee for safety.

We return to Hogwarts, with similar sentiments.

That there are no guarantees

No promises

Just now

For better or worse, invested.

We dared to hope.

A/N: Hello everyone!! These chapters were so painfully hard to write but I felt as if I needed to push myself to write. I hope you are all enjoying the story thus far. Thanks to all who read and reviewed. I really appreciate it. For those who have added me to their fav and alert lists... thanks. :o)

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