A/N: Okay, I know that I gone through a lot of the year without Voldemort, and nothing has really happened yet. He'll be making an appearance (a slight one), in this chapter. Also, this contains a bit of cussing . . . Enjoy!
Chapter Four
Emma sat a table with Harry and Ron in Professor Trelawney's room. She was going on about clearing their minds and staring into the flame.
"Now, carefully light your candle," her misty voice said. Emma pulled out her wand and carefully lit the candle. She then tried to clear her mind and stared at the flame. She was fixed on the small violet part by the wick, leading into orange.
There was a large room with a group of men in black cloaks. A tall man was in the middle. He was white, had red eyes, and slits for nostrils. Over all, he reminded her of a snake. He was addressing him, and although she tried to hear what he was saying, she couldn't. The man was ordering them to do something, which was very obvious. He then pulled out his wand and pointed it at someone, who immediately started convulsing in pain.
Emma jumped up, blowing the candle out. She touched her head, before standing up and grabbing her bag.
"Harry, come with me. I need to know how to get to Dumbledore's office," Emma said urgently. Harry immediately stood up and grabbed his stuff. Ron also got up. They all walked to the ladder.
"Where are you going?" Professor asked.
"We all have headaches. Later," Emma said, climbing down quickly. Harry and Ron followed her and Harry led the way to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Um, I don't know the password . . . Lemon drops?" Harry offered. The gargoyle sprung to life and hopped out of the way, opening a panel. Harry led the way up, and into Dumbledore's office.
"Professor? Emma wanted to see you," Harry said, sounding thoroughly confused. Dumbledore motioned them in. Harry and Ron sat in chairs, and Emma looked around for another seat, before standing.
"I was in Divination, and we're doing divining by looking into a candle flame. That actually worked. Now, the whole tea leaves? I didn't get that. But, I saw something in a candle flame. It was really freaky," Emma said. "I mean, I saw this room. Like . . . the infirmary, without the beds and stuff. It was that white and neat. And, I think they were Death Eaters. A room full of men in black cloaks. There was a man in the middle. He looked rather looked like a snake. It was really freaky. He was talking. I really did try to hear what he was saying, but I couldn't. I kept inching closer and closer, but I couldn't. I think I ended up about to inches from the candle. Then, the man pulled out a wand and attacked someone. I'm guessing it was the Cruciatus curse, he was convulsing in pain. It really scared me," Emma said.
"Did you just see this?" Dumbledore asked. Emma nodded.
"When I got out of the trance, or whatever, I stood up and told Harry he was coming with me," she said. "Ron came with us. I think we made Professor Trelawney angry, though. She didn't appear to like me walking out in the middle of her class."
"She never is. That's good, Miss Davis. Why don't you just go back to your common room, I dismiss you three from Divination. I'll make sure that you don't get detention. Miss Davis, I would suggest you rest this afternoon," Dumbledore said. Emma nodded, slipping out of the office, Harry and Ron with her.
They went to the common room, Harry and Ron starting a game of Wizard Chess while Emma stretched out on the couch and fell asleep.
Emma had woken up shortly before dinner. After dinner, she went out to the Quidditch field to practice Quidditch. She grabbed her broom and headed out the door. On the way, Katie and Alicia told her that they had things planned with George and Fred for Friday, so Emma could work on the Harry/Ginny thing. When she was halfway there, she heard a shout.
"Em, wait up!" Harry shouted, running after her. Ginny was with him, looking at Emma in concern.
"Em, I know you're a great player, but are you sure you are up to playing today?" Ginny asked in concern. Emma nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
"I'm practicing Ginny. Nothing can stop me. I am going to have to figure out whether or not I can play sooner or later. I prefer sooner," Emma said, as they arrived at the field. She immediately started flying around, and although she felt rather wobbly, managed to score past Ginny several times.
"Emma, you look great!" George yelled. Emma smiled and shouted her thanks, as she, Katie, and Alicia worked through their moves. They practiced for an hour, then practice was over.
"Are you meeting Malfoy?" Katie asked as they started back to the castle.
"We don't know it's Malfoy, Katie," Emma said, grinning as she caught Tiana glancing over at them. "And, yes, I am meeting whoever it is there," she continued. Katie snorted.
"It's not Malfoy, Em?" Alicia asked. "Who else do you know who's name begins with D that would have a black owl?"
"I don't know everyone in the freaking school, Alicia. For all I know, it could be a Hufflepuff first year," Emma said, giggling slightly.
"I'm saying it's Malfoy," Harry said, putting an arm around her shoulders. Emma laughed at him.
"Yeah, probably is. Gin is right, he likes me. But, ya know what, he isn't half bad. I still find amusement in the fact that he hit Goyle after he knocked me off my broom," Emma said.
"You don't mean that you are meeting that Slytherin, Draco Malfoy? He hates all Gryffindors," Tiana said. Emma whirled around.
"Look, T. I'm sick of you. I have put up with your crap since you made the team. All I ever hear from you is how much better you are than everyone, and how all the boys love you. You said that you're going to go out with Harry once. Guess what, not happening. I wouldn't let my best friend date someone like you. Plus, I'm sick of you acting like you are the best thing since sliced bread—you aren't. Yeah, you're cute, but you aren't the best looking chick at the school. And if you don't stop being such a little bitch, you are going to get your butt beat. I'm tired of you, and I'm tired of you making judgments about people I like," Emma said angrily.
Ginny burst into laughter at the look on Tiana's face. She had gone red.
"Does that mean you think you are better than me? You couldn't get a guy if you wanted to, Emma, dear. And I wanna know who you think you're calling a bitch, you're a far bigger one than I am. You think because you are older, you're better. And, I don't want Harry, I want Fred," she said haughtily. Alicia turned around.
"If you even think of messing with my boyfriend, I will literally kill you," she hissed. "I like you even less than Emma. You got on the team because you can actually fly. That's it. Nothing but sit on a broomstick. Don't think of talking to any of us like that again!" Emma grinned at her, and they both walked up to the castle, snickering about Tiana's facial expressions.
Emma parted ways with Alicia at the library. She walked toward Draco, whom she immediately noticed. He looked up at her as she took the seat next to him.
"Hey Draco," she said. He nodded at her, then glanced down at his hands. "What's up?" Emma prompted.
"Well . . . I . . . I've never done this before," Draco muttered. Emma sighed loudly, earning a reproving glare from Madam Pince. Emma waited until her back was turned and flipped her off. Draco chuckled slightly.
"Look, Draco, I know you fancy me. That is what you English call it right?" she asked. Draco nodded, two faint red circles appearing on his cheeks. "Anyway, Ginny has been telling me you fancy me since the beginning of the term. And, Hermione, Katie, and Alicia told me that too. Heck, even Harry, Ron, Fred and George believe it. I didn't know whether to believe it or not, mainly because I didn't want to have to deal with the consequences of it. You know, deciding what to do about everything," Emma said.
"So, you know I like you?" Draco managed to get out. Emma nodded placidly. "Well, do you . . . er . . . like me?" he stuttered. Emma smiled at him, shrugging.
"That's the hardest thing anyone has asked me. Because my answer must take into account what I'm willing to risk for liking you. I think I do, but I'm so afraid of losing my friends. Draco, I didn't even have any friends until this year. And, I want to keep them so badly," Emma managed to say.
"Emma, if you like me, your friends should understand," Draco said. Emma nodded, then glanced at him.
"Draco, are you not worried about your friends? Your father?" she asked. "I know about your family's ideas about bloodline, and that I'm a lowly Mudblood," she said.
"I've got that covered, Em. I told my parents—since they are dying for me to follow in the family business—that I'm trying to spy on Potter," Draco said.
"How do I know you're not?" Emma asked softly. Draco shook his head.
"Truth potion? There's this really complicated charm that also would work," Draco offered.
"I can't do that, Draco. I have to trust you. I shouldn't even go out with you if I'm not going to trust you. Trust is so important," Emma said. Draco nodded at her.
"Emma, you never said if we're going to date or what," Draco told her softly. Emma raised her eyes to meet his steel gray ones slowly. She placed a hand on his pale skin, carefully brushing back a piece of hair.
"Okay," she said, kissing his cheek. "I have Divination homework. Actually, Lavender and Parvati have to fill me in. Harry, Ron, and I left. I actually got a vision," she said.
"What happened?" Draco asked. She started spewing out everything that happened, then looked up at him.
"It worries me, Draco. I love Harry. He's one of my best friends. And I know Voldemort wants him dead. I can't let him die, Draco. And, Ron and Hermione? What if Voldemort tries to kill them. Do you know how terrible it would be. I wouldn't know what to do if Voldemort killed all of my friends. Draco, what about you? I mean, your father . . . Voldemort," Emma choked out.
"Em, don't worry about me. Potter, yeah, I'd worry about him. He does tend to get in it. And, Granger too, it's the Muggle thing," Draco said.
"Does that mean I'm in danger?" Emma asked quietly. Draco regarded her with a serious look.
"You always were, Em. You're really a good witch, and Muggle born. Plus, now that you're friends with Potter . . . Things are going to get worse," Draco said softly. "I won't let them touch you," Draco told her. Emma nodded.
"Walk me back to Gryffindor?" she asked. He nodded, standing up and offering her his hand. She accepted it and led the way to Gryffindor. They stopped at the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"This is where you hid the Gryffindor Common Room?" he asked with a grin. Emma grinned at him, then reached up to brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. Draco grinned at her also, then leaned toward her and gently placed his lips on hers.
"Goodnight, Emma. I'll see you at breakfast," he said. Emma nodded, watching him walk off. She then turned around to say the password, but that Fat Lady was staring at her disapprovingly.
"He's a Slytherin, that bloke is. Don't see why you'd waste time on him," she said. Emma groaned.
"The password is lion," Emma muttered, stepping into the common room and shutting the portrait door. She walked slowly over to the couch where Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny were sitting.
"It was Malfoy, wasn't it, Em?" Ginny asked. Emma nodded.
"Stupid Fat Lady. Draco walked me back, then she told me that I was wasting my time on him. Show her wasting my freaking time. Should have left her all slashed up after the Sirius Black incident in third year," Emma muttered.
"Why did Malfoy walk you back, Em?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, we're kind of going out. That's beside the point. I'm really thinking of the best curse for the Fat Lady," Emma said thoughtfully.
"Beside the point? You're dating a Slytherin and it's beside the point?" Harry shouted. The noise in the common room died down and everyone turned to look at Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Emma.
"Thanks, Harry. Just because you can't deal with the slightest kind of emotional feeling doesn't mean that I can't have a boyfriend. You're just mad that it's a guy you've argued with for five years," Emma said calmly.
"What the hell does that mean, Emma?" he asked.
"You know full well what it means, Harry. I know you like Ginny. Hell, everyone knows you like Ginny, and you can't deal with it. It's just salt in the wound that your worst enemy is dating one of your best friends," Emma said in a low voice.
"You aren't dating his worst enemy," Dean shouted. "If you were, you'd be dating Malfoy."
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME DATING MALFOY?" Emma exploded. "Draco, I mean! He's nice to me, which is what matters. I told him this would happen. I knew you'd be mad. Lavender, Parvati, I need to know what we did in Divination so I can do my work. Then, I am getting out of here," Emma said in a tight, controlled voice.
"Emma," Ginny started. Emma cut her off with one look.
"Okay, Emma, what we did," Lavender started. Emma listened, then sighed. They were supposed to write a chart of the next month for them and one of their friends. She pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote of anything depressing she could think of—she learned that from, Harry and Ron.
"Emma?" Katie asked. Emma looked up at her.
"What Katie?" she asked warily. Katie grinned at her.
"So, can Malfoy kiss?" she asked. Emma turned bright red and burst into laughter.
"That is so not right. We've been dating for an hour? What makes you think I've kissed him?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Alicia, Hermione, and Ginny were all listening to the conversation, while Ron and Harry, who were still sitting there looked quite green.
"You have. You know you have. He's Malfoy, Em!" Alicia interrupted.
"I'll tell you how Draco kisses if you tell me how Fred and George kiss. Hermione, while you're here, we might as well get in Ron," Emma said. Hermione's mouth dropped.
"But . . . Ron . . . I . . . Didn't happen," she sputtered.
"All; those who say that Hermione is lying?" Emma asked. Katie, Alicia, Emma, and Ginny rose their hands.
"Look, this is girl talk. I say we invade the fifth year room, invite Lavender and Parvati, and make an evening of it?" Emma suggested.
"Up for it!" Katie said. So, Hermione was sent over to collect Lavender and Parvati, and Emma grabbed her Divination stuff and went to her room.
"So, girl talk. What's the subject?" Lavender immediately asked.
"Kisses. We're starting with Emma," Katie said.
"No. I'm not going first. I want to hear all about Fred Weasley. Come on, Alicia, spill it," Emma said.
"Well, Fred . . . He's great. I mean, his lips are so soft. Would you believe that he carries around a thing of chapstick every where? It's great. Not too wet, not to dry. He does tend to use a bit too much tongue," Alicia said, grinning. "Now, Emma," she continued.
"Well, I've never been kissed besides tonight. Draco was surprisingly very chaste. He barely kissed me. In fact, he had pulled away before I realized that he kissed me. Which really, really sucks. I mean, look at the boy! He's bound to be good at it. I mean, he's got that amazing mouth," Emma said. "His lips are so soft, too."
"Uh huh. Well, George, I guess he kisses like Fred—just like Alicia said. Except, he doesn't use to much tongue, he doesn't use enough," Katie said. The girls burst into laughter and Emma turned to Hermione.
"You and Ron?" she asked.
"Ron and I haven't kissed. Ron and I don't go out," she said.
"Hermione! That's crap. Do I have to yell at him too?" Emma asked. "You like him, he likes you. You haven't freaking kissed?"
"No. He's still royally upset that Viktor kissed me last year," she said. All of the girls glanced at her.
"What? How did he know about it, Hermione?" Emma asked.
"Well, I do tell them a lot. I mentioned it to Harry, and Harry told Ron. Viktor is just . . . blah, that it was nothing. I told them that, but they didn't want to believe me," Hermione said.
"Well, Lavender, what about Dean?" Emma asked.
"Well, he's really good. He knows just how to move his mouth and everything," she sighed.
"And Seamus is so wonderful," Parvati sighed.
"Gin, what about you? I doubt Harry would kiss you . . . I could be wrong. But, any other guys?" Emma asked.
"Don't tell anyone," Ginny hissed. "But Colin Creevey kissed me last year. I gave him a bloody nose. He's so . . .ew, ya know? And he tried to shove his tongue into my mouth. That was it. I hated it," Ginny said. Emma laughed.
"No offense, Gin, but little Colin. I can imagine it," Hermione said.
"That's it. I need to go apologize to Harry. I feel bad about fighting with him, although he deserved every minute of it. Stupid idiot, telling me I can't date . . . I'm going to calm down and go talk to Harry," Emma said. She descended the stairs and made her way to where the four boy Quidditch players (although one was a reserve) were sitting. She sat on Harry's lap.
"I'm sorry I wasn't nice. I'm just so tired of everyone being so mean, just because he's in Slytherin. Harry, he has changed. He's nice to me. Please don't be mad at me?" Emma asked. Harry grinned.
"That thing about me liking Ginny almost got me killed," he murmured, looking at the three redheads. Emma grinned at him, kissing his cheek.
"I believe you like her. I could be wrong, it has happened before," Emma said. "Oh, Fred, George, we were talking about your kisses. Quite interesting," Emma said, smiling at them.
"Did Ginny have a kiss to talk about?" Ron asked.
"Why don't you ask her yourself. Perhaps, perhaps not. I was quite surprised when Hermione said that you hadn't kissed her. I told her that I'd yell at you," Emma said, grinning.
"Did you talk about Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Just kind of. But, Malfoy and I only dated for an hour. And, the kiss wasn't that great. Although, it wasn't much of a kiss. If you ever bring it up, I mean ever Fred, George, Ron, Harry! I will personally kill you all," Emma threatened. She then stood up.
"I'm quite tired. Love you all and good night," she said, going back upstairs. She lay down and soon fell asleep.
Emma and Hermione were sitting on Emma's bed. Emma had a piece of parchment, which she tore in half.
Harry,
Friday night, meet me in this room. I've provided a map, I really need to talk to you about something. Be there at 5:30 (I know it's right before dinner, but it is so important!
--Emma
Emma wrote the same thing to Ginny (only instead of saying Harry it said Ginny), and sent it off with Parvati's owl. She then frowned.
"Well, I guess I can ask the house-elves to make a special dinner?" Emma asked. Hermione laughed as they grabbed their school things and headed down to the Great Hall.
Their first class of the day was History of Magic. Professor Binns was in the front of the room, going on and on about some type of rebellion, while Emma was whispering with Harry about the Quidditch moves they had tried the night before.
"And so, the vampires proceeded to kill everyone in their path. This was very hard to conceal from the Muggles," the professor droned on.
Emma glanced over at Hermione, who was writing everything she heard. Emma chanced a look at the other Gryffindors—all were asleep or gazing at nothing. The bell rang for dismissal and they all immediately jumped up.
"A two foot long essay about the Vampire Rebellion!" Professor Binns shouted after them. Emma hurried to Transfiguration, still laughing with Harry over something that Tracy Wood had done during practice the night before.
"Tracy's really a sweet girl, and she is about as good as Wood. Gin's awesome, though," Emma thought out loud. Harry laughed and led her into the Transfiguration room and led Emma to a seat in the back of the room. They were giggling at each other, then jumped as Ron and Hermione sat with them.
"What's the topic of conversation?" Hermione asked.
"Em blowing up Tiana last night. It was hilarious," Harry said.
"Why did you do that? Poor Tiana," Hermione said.
"Poor Tiana? Yeah, she was blowing me up because I was going to meet Draco last night. So I told her off. She said that she liked Fred, then Alicia screamed at her," Emma said, shrugging.
"Turn in the essays I assigned last week," McGonagall said from the front of the room. Emma passed hers up, then pulled out her wand.
"I would like you to try and Transfigure your desk into a tiger. I know that there aren't enough for everyone to do it, but work in pairs," she said. Emma and Harry were at a desk, Ron and Hermione at another, so Emma and Harry were partners.
"I'm not that great in this class," Emma muttered, backing away from the desk with Harry. She tried to Transfigure the table, but it turned into a fluffy brown kitten.
"Isn't he adorable?" Lavender squealed, walking over. Emma sat down and petted it, before the kitten climbed into her lap and started nuzzling her.
"Aw, he's so precious," Parvati said, sitting by them.
"Get up, silly cat. I have to turn you back into a table," Emma said, standing up. Parvati and Lavender frowned, but went back to their desk as Emma changed it back into a table.
"You aren't that great, are you?" Harry asked, grinning sweetly at her. Emma sighed and let him try. The table changed into a tiger on his first try. Harry looked extremely surprised.
"Wow, Harry," Emma breathed.
"Harry, you got it?" Hermione asked, almost speechless because she hadn't yet got it. Harry shrugged, and quickly changed it back to a table. He started giving Emma small directions, and within the next few minutes, she too had changed the table into a tiger and back. Emma grinned at him widely, then they sat down and started their essays on the Vampire Rebellion.
They were finished by the time class ended, and McGonagall gave them no homework.
"I must say, I'm quite surprised," Hermione said. "I was hoping she would at least give us homework, I do need to improve my skills."
"Hermione, we have Quidditch practice tonight. I prefer the fact that we do not have homework. I was up until midnight last night," Harry complained. Emma giggled, sitting across from Ginny at the table.
"Em, what did you tell Ron, Fred, and George last night? This morning they all came in and asked if I had ever been kissed," she hissed.
"Well, they asked and I told them if they really wanted to know, they could always just ask you," Emma said, grinning at her.
"Why did you not lie? They are all freaking out and demanding that I tell them who did it," Ginny replied.
"I didn't lie because I have those boys to put up with all the time. I would really feel bad. They are some of my best friends. Also, if it bugs you that much, just tell them the truth."
"They'll kill him, Emma. I may not like him, but I don't want him dead," she hissed. Emma grinned at her, turning to look at the Slytherin table, biting her lip.
"They won't kill him, Ginny. Trust me and stop worrying. I'll talk to them," Emma assured her.
"No, that won't work, Em. They'll freak, they will!" Ginny said as her brothers took seats next to her. They frowned at her, then at Emma.
"She won't tell us who kissed her," Fred said quietly.
"She thinks you'll kill him, Fred. And, she's probably right. I think it's terrible that you still treat her like she's five," Emma hissed.
"Colin," Ginny muttered, face red. "I punched him, though," she quickly added.
"I'm going to punch him," George muttered. "He shouldn't mess with you."
"George, she's fourteen, guess what, she's going to have guys interested in her," Emma said quickly.
George sighed, but nodded. "But if you even think of liking Colin or that git Neville, I will kill them," he muttered.
"At least it isn't Malfoy, Mum and Dad would flip," Fred said. Emma glared at him.
"Don't say anything bad about Draco," she said, grinning at him. They were all eating throughout this conversation, and it was almost time for lunch to end.
Suddenly, the Great Hall grew silent. Emma looked at George, who nodded, knowing what she was thinking. Draco was coming over. He tapped her on the shoulder.
"Em, I was thinking since next class was the same, I could walk you?" he asked, noticing that everyone in the room was staring at that everyone was staring at him.
"Sure. Harry, Hermione, Ron, is that cool?" Emma asked. They nodded quickly.
"Do you want us to come with you?" Hermione asked. Emma glanced up at Draco, who shrugged.
"I figure I'll have to get used to them, since we're going out," he said.
"Draco Malfoy! You don't "get used to them." You're going to talk and actually get to know them, do you understand me? We'll meet you at Hagrid's. He's walking me and we're going to discuss a few things," Emma said, standing up and grabbing her bag. She grabbed his hand and led him out of the room.
"What is this about?" Draco asked with a smirk.
"You're being nice to my friends, and you're going to like it," Emma said, grinning at him. "Look, I don't want you to get used to them. I want you to actually give them a chance. You know, listen to what they say, respect them, that kind of thing." Draco nodded, and Emma's grip on him lessened.
"I made a scene, didn't I? I'm sorry, it's just I know you guys don't like one another, and I really want you to get along," Emma said. Draco nodded.
"I'll try. But, you can also put up with Crabbe and Goyle, then." Emma snorted.
"Oh, you were being serious, weren't you?" she asked, grinning and looking into his silvery eyes. "I'll try," she promised, kissing his cheek softly.
"I can think of better places to kiss," he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"I can think of better places for us to kiss than on the way to our class," Emma said, grinning at him and running the rest of the way to Hagrid's hut. She saw Hagrid talking to something in crates. Fang was lying beside him, slobbering.
"Hello, Hagrid," Emma greeted, sitting next to Fang and petting him. Draco plopped down next to her and reached for her hand immediately. Emma glanced at him, grinning.
"Hello, Emma. Why is Malfoy with you?" Hagrid asked. (A/N: I don't like putting these in the middle of the story, but I'm hopeless with Hagrid's accent, so he's going to talk normal).
"Draco and I are going out. He will be behaving in class now, Hagrid. What's in the box?" she asked in interest, trying to peer over his arm.
"It's a baby sphinx. I found it last night," Hagrid grinned widely, handing it to Emma.
"Draco, look, isn't it precious?" Emma said, grinning at him. He shook his head, buut touched it.
"Em, you're off your rocker," he said. Emma's grin widened.
"That's why you like me," she said, grinning. He nodded, kissing her forehead while the rest of the Gryffindors arrived.
"I could have lived without seeing that," Harry muttered. Emma glared at him.
"Both of you be nice to each other. Ron, Hermione, you too," Emma said, before handing the sphinx back to Hagrid. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all sat around them, and Hagrid glared at the Slytherins, who arrived a few minutes late.
Hagrid explained that sphinxes blocked passages, and gave riddles to anyone who tried to pass. He told them there was one in the final part of the TriWizard tournament—the maze. Harry stiffened beside her.
"Hagrid, don't mention that tournament," Emma spoke up, glancing at Harry. He had gone white, and his eyes were glittering. Emma dropped Draco's hand and went over to Harry. She looked at him in concern, then put a hand to his face. He was cold and clammy. Emma shook her head and snapped her fingers in front his eyes, which were wildly rolling around.
Hagrid was watching Harry in fear.
"Hagrid, go on with your speech. It's just what happened at the maze," Hermione said, glancing at Harry, frowning slightly.
"Harry, I'm sorry," Emma said, before slapping him across his face. He started.
"What the he—Em? Why did you slap me? That hurt!" he whined. Draco chuckled, but Emma elbowed him sharply.
"You okay, Harry? You were floating off somewhere," she said. He nodded slightly, but Emma frowned.
"He's whiter than Draco," she muttered to Hermione. Hermione nodded, still frowning.
"I'm not that hot at Healing Charms," she said, blushing. Emma sighed.
"Draco, can you do Healing Charms?" she asked.
"Yes, but that wouldn't be Healing, it would be a Calming. I can do those too," Draco said, pulling his wand out.
"He's cursing Harry!" Dean yelled.
"Shut up, Thomas! He isn't, he's going to make him feel better, okay?" Emma asked, pulling on a strand of hair. Draco quickly muttered something, and Harry looked normal.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Emma asked, noticing his skin was darker and his face had warmed a bit. He nodded slightly, smiling at her. Emma smoothed down his hair.
"If you ever scare me like again, I will hurt you," she said quietly, before leaning against Draco and taking his hand in hers.
"I was getting jealous," Draco murmured in her ear. Emma smiled up at him as Hagrid continued his speech.
All to soon, class was over and they were starting back to the school.
"Later, Draco," Emma said, heading to sit down at the Gryffindor table with Harry and Ron. After dinner, they had Quidditch practice, and Emma had a lot of homework. She didn't see Draco again that day.
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