I fell off of the sofa. That was how I woke up. As my body thumped to the ground, I was up enough to feel my heart race as I saw the ground coming. Wonderful. The cold stone was even colder against my bare skin - I shot up at that and looked around. Where was I?

The events came back to me as I saw a naked Ares on the couch, smirking down at me.

"Have a nice fall," he greeted for the morning.

"Shut up," I muttered, my cheeks burning. "Morning."

"It's actually still the evening," he shrugged, flicking his wand. "We've only been asleep for four hours."

"Then it's like. . . eleven," I calculated in my head. He nodded, and stood up to pull his pants on. I scrambled up and grabbed my skirt and bra, putting them on quickly.

After I slid my sweater on, he approached me and wrapped his arms around my waist, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I smiled softly.

He pressed his lips to mine breifly, "You ready?"

I bit my lip and looked towards the RoR door, taking his hand, "Let's go."

We walked out of the doors and it felt like an anvil was dropped in my stomach. Oh, dear lord. What if Ares' father disowns him? What if the Death Eaters capture him for being with the enemy. The Weasley's. The blood-traitors. Uncle Harry told me loads of stories about him being in school, and the names called was one of them.

Weasel. Flame-top. Carrot-head. Awful names.

"Relax," Blaise murmured. "I won't let anything happen to you."

I bit my lip and looked at him, "It's you I'm worried about."

"Why's that?"

"The Death Eaters."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm indestructable. They can't hurt me."

"Sure," I giggled. "Indistructable. This is where I leave you."

He bowed, "My Lady."

"Leave," I giggled as he pinned me to the railing a second later.

"One kiss?"

I pecked his lips quickly, "Now, go. I can't let the enemy house know the password. And be careful. It's past curfew."

"I will," He winked and he disappeared. I looked over the railing to see if I could see him, but the staircases just look like a mass of black fog. Nothing was visible.

I hastilly said the password and went inside. God I loved him.

When I woke the next morning, it was because the sun was shining over my eyes. Just my eyes. I groaned and turned around, placing my pillow over my head, but it was too late. I was already up.

"Oh god," I murmured when I tried to move my legs. I was completely sore and pain shot up my abdomen.

"Hara?"

"I'm up," I sighed, throwing the pillow away from me.

"You okay?" she questioned.

"I'm just sore."

"That match is today."

"Damn it," I muttered. "Hey, you're good at healing spells, right?"

"What'd you do now?" Sophie sighed, opening one eye to look at me.

I gave her a sheepish grin, "I may have gotten a little carried away. . ."

"You didn't!" she cried.

My eyes widened, "Um-"

"How was it? Was it amazing?" Sophie demanded.

I sighed in relief that she wasn't mad that Ares and I shagged. "It was amazing. But can you tell me what that healing spell is?"

She flicked her wand and my stomach grew warm before it was cool again. I sat up and sighed in relief, "I so owe you, girl."

"No need. Was it awkward, afterwards?"

I shook my head, "Nope. I don't think so."

"Did you use protection?"

I looked at her, curiously, "Protection?"

"You know, like, something so you don't have a baby."

I froze, "There's stuff for that?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "What did you think there was?"

"There's nothing in the wizarding world for that, Sophie. There's an abortion spell - for the cheaters - but that's about it."

"What if you're pregnant!" Sophie cried.

I looked at her, "Doubt it."

"Come on, Sahara, be real. It's possible."

"I'd know," I insisted. "And I'm not."

"You won't know immediately. Sahara-"

"I'm not," I told her firmly. She was started to make me scared now.

"Let's go down to breakfast," she sighed.

I changed my clothes into my pre-game outfit and skipped with her to lunch.

"Guess what?" she smiled.

"What?"

"Prophet's out."

I swallowed hard as we sat down and the owls swooped down. "Oh," I whispered. A Prophet landed in front of me and I hesitantly took it before paying the bird."Let's see what trouble I'm believe to have caused this time."

I read the article. Of course I read the article. It was completely horrifying. Death Eaters spotted just outside of Northumberland. Death Eaters raping and torturing before killing an entire village. There were no survivors, but the Dark Mark was cast over the town. Something that hasn't been seen in nearly sixteen years.

I dropped the Prophet and put my head in my hands, "This is going to suck."

"Tell me about it," Parker said, sitting down. Kellen was not far behind.

"Yeah, Slytherin is already not talking to other tables. They're reclused."

I looked towards the Slytherin table and met Ares eyes. I gave him a soft smile before turning and looking at the rest of them. "They look like they're ready to fight."

"They probably have to. You said it yourself. Most Slytherin's come from Slytherin families," Sophie nodded, taking a bite of eggs.

I frowned, "I sure hope not. The first part, that is."

"Yeah, that's going to suck for them," Parker agreed.

"We'll have to fight too," I said quietly. "If they fight, we'll have to fight back."

"Yeah. . ." Kellen agreed. "They'll start with people of age, first."

"If the third war starts," Sophie sighed, "We'll all be expected to fight or ourselves, no matter what age."

"She's right," I nodded. "We will."

"They can't have first years fight!" Parker argued.

"That's not what we meant," Sophie hastilly explained.

"Anyone that wants to fight, will fight," Kellen finished. "Easy to understand. They can't stop people that want to fight. And we would need all the help we can get. The Death Eaters are skilled. And to not have a large force against them would be hopeless."

"Any child of a Death Eater could be at risk," Sophie continued. I knew she was saying this because she knew about Ares and Scorpious' father.

"Scorpious' father was caught on purpose," I told her. "He's not going to become a Death Eater."

"And Ares?"

"His father will want him to fight for their side," I admitted, sighing. "I just- I don't know."

"How will we know who are Death Eaters or not?" Parker asked suddenly. "They can't give out the Dark Marks. Bella's mum told the class that only you-know-who was capable of doing that."

"I don't know," I sighed. "We'll just have to learn who to and not to trust."

"Cheers to that," Sophie grumbled. She clinked glasses with my glass, which was on the table, and took a long drink of her pumpkin juice. "I'm going to the library. I need to look up my charms essay."

"I finished that last weekend if you want to look at mine," I offered.

"No, I need to stop looking at yours," she said firmly. "That was my New Year's resolution and I'm going to start obeying it."

I laughed as she strutted out of the hall. Oh, she'll never stick to it.

"Mind if I sit here?" I was already scooting over before the person could even finish their sentence.

"What's up, Scorpy?" I winked, breaking a piece of bacon apart.

"I got a message for you," Scorp smiled.

"Oh? A message? Is this going to be like a riddle or is it going to be a straightforward answer?"

"Answer," Scorpioius laughed. A few of the elder Gryffindor woman sighed and looked at him with dreamy eyes, "Before your game, take a little time to pick someone up and walk you down there. You know, like a date to the pitch."

I raised my eyebrow, "Pick him up?"

He grinned, "Aye."

"Alright, Mr. Pirate, if that's all-"

"He'll be by Hagrid's Hut."

I smiled, "Alright, leave, Slytherin!" I prodded him with my spoon and eyed him humorously. He didn't budge. "Slllthththththth," I sputtered. "That's a Gryfindor trying to relate to you sliminess. Now leave."

He grabbed Sophie's untouched spoon and pointed it at me like a sword, "You just said game on."

"Shut up," I grinned, "Leave."

"Nope."

"Fine. See you at the match, Slytherin captain."

I stood, giving him a last prodd with my spoon, before gesturing to the two boys, and we headed out of the Hall. I threw a smile over my shoulder before the doors shut behind me.

Ares smiled back.

What'd you think? You like it? Next chapter is a tiny time skip. Nothing too bad to worry about. Please, review!

-Nastya