An : Hardly one of my best chapter's so far. But the story will be coming to a head shortly. Just so you guys are ready for it! I've it all planned out, hopefully the last few chapters are going to be crackers! =]
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Chapter 36
Know that you are not alone,
Within me you can find a home.

The following morning, Ophelia found she had D.A.D.A first, with absolutely no desire to even look at Umbridge's toad-like face, Ophelia decided she would go to Dumbledore, she would explain that Draco wanted to be rid of the Death Eaters. Dumbledore would send word to Moony, or even Sirius, and they would find somewhere to house Draco.

"Fizzing Whizzbees." Ophelia chirped at the Gargoyle, who lithely sprang out of her way.
"Someone's in a good mood." it murmured as she took the stairs at a jog.

Ignoring it, Ophelia continued on upwards, when she met the giant walnut door, she gave one tentative knock and the door swung open seemingly of it's own accord.

"Come in Ophelia." Albus Dumbledore smiled from his desk.
She stepped into the room rather confidently, she had spent so much time in Dumbledore's office in the preceding weeks that she felt at ease in the Headmaster's company.

"Shouldn't you been in Professor Umbridge's class?" Dumbledore cocked an eyebrow, then smiled at Ophelia's sheepish expression.
He raised his hands, "Come, there must be a reason such a diligent student as yourself has left her class to come and see me?" he motioned to the chair opposite him.
"Take a seat."

She heard the door shut behind her as she slipped into the chair.

"It's Draco." Ophelia said quietly.
Dumbledore interlocked his fingers and leaned forward, giving Ophelia his undivided attention, making her feel rather small under his bright blue eyes.

"He wants to leave." Ophelia blurted, then, as though unable to stop herself, began to speak.
She spoke for several minutes, barely pausing to breath, telling Dumbledore that he could live with her and her father, explaining all of Draco's good qualities, that she really felt he was genuine, that he wouldn't betray them if he joined them.

After she finished, the Headmaster regarded her softly for a long moment.
"You truely believe he can be trusted Ophelia?" he asked.

Ophelia nodded earnestly, "I do Sir."

Dumbledore nodded once.
"Alright then. I'll speak to the members of the Order. I will of course have to speak with Draco."
Ophelia chewed her lip, "You- you won't -" she broke off, looking out the window.
"Tell him I asked you to spy on him? No Ophelia, there is no need to tell him. Unless you feel he should know."

Ophelia threw the old wizard a grateful look.

"Where were you last night?" Ginny's eyes narrowed as she dropped back to walk to lunch with Ophelia.

Ophelia blinked, "What? In bed, why?"

Ginny stopped and leveled Ophelia with a cool gaze.
"I'm not stupid Ophelia, I got up to go to the lavatory and you weren't there."

Ophelia's mind raced, she needed an excuse, and a good one at that.
"Oh... well, I did get up really late, I couldn't sleep so I went downstairs to the common room to read."
Ginny's eyebrow rose, "I checked the common room, you weren't there."

Ophelia swallowed.

Shit.

Ginny made to speak again but Harry appeared beside them.

"Hey!" he beamed, smiling at Ophelia.

Ginny almost scowled, she gave a small sigh, and walked away.
Harry frowned at Ophelia, "What's up with her?"

Ophelia turned to him, she gave a feeble shrug, "I don't know."
Harry narrowed his eyes, "She's been acting weird the last few weeks." he muttered.

"Has she?" Ophelia tried to shrug it off, desperate for a change in conversation.

"Yeah..." Harry nodded, "I wonder why?"

Then something hit Ophelia. Maybe this was her chance. Her chance to throw Harry off, she turned to face him, a thoughtful look on her face.

"I think I know why." she said softly, looking at the ground.
Harry straightened, "Really?"

Ophelia nodded and glanced around her, the corridor was empty now, and she knew this was a perfect opportunity.
"I think Ginny likes you Harry. Really likes you, and I think she's a bit annoyed at me." she said, trying to look apologetic.

Harry's frown deepened.
"But I-"

"No listen -" Ophelia cut him off, "Ginny would be so much better for you Harry, she really cares about you. I do care about you, but -but everything is so messed up know. I don't know where I am. I know I've been saying one thing and doing another... but I really think maybe we should stop this... whatever it is we're doing before one of us gets hurt."

Harry was frozen to the spot, he stared at her.
"This is about him isn't it? You're falling for him Ophelia. You're falling for him and you don't even know what he's capable of!"
"I'm n-"
"I'm not stupid Ophelia! I can see the way you look at him! You're pushing everyone away for that bastard!" Harry hissed.

Ophelia shook her head. "I'm not pushing anyone away Harry. You're all forgetting what I am. I am dangerous. I am a werewolf Harry! I'll never have a normal life, a husband, kids... that will never happen for me, don't you understand? I'm trying to save you the hassle and pain of falling for a werewolf. You and I could never, and will never be Harry, the sooner you accept that the better for everyone!" Ophelia snarled.

Why, oh why could he not grasp the concept that she was not a normal girl, and that he was practically Wizarding Royalty. For him to fall for her was ridiculous. He was pulling to many emotions in this and if she didn't put an end to it now, someone was going to walk away with a broken heart.
Not only that, but Ophelia just didn't feel for Harry the way she felt for Draco.

Harry snorted, "Dangerous? Please Ophelia, I know what you are, I don't care about that. You know I don't."
"Harry..." Ophelia was almost pleading now, "Harry please can't you just leave it alone?"

Harry shook his head, "Admit it Ophelia."
"Admit what Harry?" Ophelia barked.

"You love him."

Ophelia paused, caught for a second. She exhaled loudly, "Just leave it Harry." she murmured, and walked away.

Harry didn't speak to Ophelia for the rest of the week, or the week after.
Infact it was three weeks and growing close to the O.W.L's when Hermione bullied into Harry into speaking to Hermione.

But this was only after Hermione had cornered Ophelia herself after Muggle Studies.

"So?" she had demanded.

Ophelia frowned as she packed her books into her straining bag.
"So what?" she asked, slightly confused.

Hermione rolled her eyes, a face she made when someone in class got a question wrong or said something stupid.
"Harry says you're in love with Draco. Is it true?" she asked, she wasn't accusing, merely asking.

Ophelia was slightly taken aback, and slightly annoyed that Harry had been talking behind her back. Then she supposed Ron and Hermione were tied to Harry in ways Ophelia would never understand, they shared everything.

Hermione surveyed her carefully and when Ophelia didn't offer a reply Hermione voice her own.
"So you are." she pursed her lip, "Is it really wise Ophelia?"

Ophelia scoffed, "Like I planned this Hermione?" she was getting defensive now.
"Like I moved to Hogwarts to fall in love with possibly the most dangerous person in this school?" she ran her tongue across her teeth in a sharp angry movement.

Hermione blinked, she reminded Ophelia of an owl, her gaze was almost impassive, it was infuriating.

"Come on then!" Ophelia exclaimed, "Come on Hermione, give me the lecture, how it's stupid, and dangerous, and all the other things you can possibly think that are wrong with it!"

Now Hermione frowned, she folded her arms across her chest.
"I wasn't going to give you a lecture Ophelia. I just wanted to know the truth." she explained, and Ophelia felt her bubble of anger deflate slowly.
She exhaled loudly, and ran a hand through her hair, then shrugged at Hermione.

"I know it's wrong Hermione. I know it is, but you have to understand, Draco is more then what people see. He's funny, and clever and really sweet. He never wanted this life. He wants out Hermione, and soon." she assured her.

Hermione cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

There's no harm in telling her... Ophelia thought.
"He's leaving Hermione. He's coming with us. The Order are going to take him in!" she couldn't hide her delight.

"Really?" Hermione looked shocked. "Wow... well... I mean, that's great Ophelia." she sobered up, and gave a curt nod.
"That's good for him, I'm glad he's come to that decision."

It was later that evening, when Ophelia was nose deep in her potions book in front of the fire, with Moe purring in her lap that Harry came and sat beside her.

Ophelia glanced up, her eyes wary, unsure if this was the prelude to another attack on her decisions.

"I'm sorry." Harry said gruffly.
"Don't lie." Ophelia had to stop herself from snapping at him.

"I'm not." Harry folded his arms and Moe sat up, watching him carefully.

Ophelia dog-eared her book and closed it, she sat up, and Moe shifted lazily from her lap and moved closer to the fire.

"I've been talking to Hermione -" Harry began, but Ophelia cut him off.
"So she told you Draco will be coming with me at the end of the year?" Ophelia through herself into the deep end.

Harry nodded slowly.
"Just cause he's stopped being a twat doesn't mean I have to like him though." he said sharply.

"I'm not asking you to like him Harry." Ophelia said quietly, "I am asking you to trust me. To try and trust him."
Harry sighed.

"Trust me Harry." Ophelia pleaded.

And he couldn't say no, even if he wanted to, when Ophelia reached across and pulled him into a heartfelt hug, Harry couldn't remember a single reason why he was annoyed at her.