A/N Hey everyone! This chapter is so much better because of my wonderful beta-reader Tara! Thank you! Anyway please review. Thanks to all my reviewers, see bottom.
(Pansy's pov)
I listened to Draco and Harry talk about being brothers, surprisingly, quite calmly. I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye, and caught a glimpse of Ron Weasley escaping from the conversation and sprinting upstairs. I glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed, but no one seemed to notice except me. I wondered what was going on, why he had left? I quietly slipped from Harry's gentle grasp and headed up the same stairs that Ron did just a few moments before. I glanced at each sign on the many doors, looking for the fifth years. At the very top of the spiral staircase, I found the large wood door that wore the sign 'Fifth Years'.
I knocked, but no one answered. So I tested the knob and found it unlocked, so I opened it. The room had five four poster beds, as did every dorm in Hogwarts did. The floor was particularly messy. I peered in the room and noticed Ron. He was lying on his back on what I assumed to be his bed. He looked over at me and croaked.
"What do you want?"
I stepped in and closed the door behind me. I crossed the room and parked myself on the end of his bed.
"Why did you leave?" I asked him calmly, staring at his freckled face. He covered his eyes with his left hand.
"I'd rather not talk about it, especially to you," he groaned wearily.
"Thanks a lot," I replied sarcastically, "but that isn't going to make me leave."
"Then sit there," Ron said. His tone reminded me strongly of Draco right now.
"Ron, are you jealous?" I asked carefully, taking a stab at his problem. He sat up hastily. His face was purple with anger and annoyance, however a trace of relief is evident in his eyes.
"Where did you get that idea?" he hissed angrily. I smirked, my guess had been correct. However, the extreme look on Ron's face forced me to hide my smirk and to continue speaking calmly as if discussing the weather.
"Well," I began slowly, "Harry and Draco are sitting down in the common room talking about being brothers, and you and Harry are best friends, while you and Draco are enemies," I finished swiftly.
"Malfoy is Harry's enemy too Pansy, for your information," Ron replied angrily.
"For your information Ron, Draco and Harry don't hate each other as much as you think." I raised my voice, "Also, you don't have to be rude to me Ron,' I told him, hurt.
"Why do you care if I'm rude to you Pansy? I'm just a Gryffindor to you," said Ron, narrowing his eyes.
"You aren't just a Gryffindor to me." I defended myself quickly, "You are Harry's best friend. And I trust Harry's opinion. All I'm trying to do is help you Ron, I don't see why you are resisting it," I informed Ron. Tears started to well up in the corners of my eyes.
"I don't need your help Pansy," Ron promised bitterly, as he strode angrily toward the door, "I don't need any Slytherin's help," Before I could say another word, he threw the door open, and left. As the door slammed shut, I could still his words echoing in my ears. What was the matter with him? Why couldn't he trust me? I don't know why, but that lack of trust hurt, a lot.
After about 2 minutes or so, Harry came in. I tore my gaze away from the dorm room door Harry just closed and looked up at his face. He appeared very concerned. I dropped my gaze and began to examine my hands. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me as I've never been hugged before. As I sunk into Harry's warm embrace, I began to cry. All my frustrations and cares seemed to finally to break out of me with each sob. Every tear I had never cried fell from my eyes as pulled Harry tighter to me.
"Shh, Pans, it's ok, it's ok, come on, come over to my bed," Harry scooped me up tenderly carried me over to a bed near Ron's. He leaned against the headboard, still cradling me. After awhile, I ceased my weeping, and instead I listened to Harry's heartbeat as he held me close.
I must have of fallen asleep, for when I woke up, I didn't recognize where I was. I looked up and saw Harry snoozing like a baby; I suddenly remembered where I was and why I was there. It must have been late, because all the other beds drapes were closed, and I could hear some sniffling snores from one. Out the window, stars were twinkling in the winter night sky, and a slight amount of snow was tumbling toward the earth. My eyes lit up with joy at the sight. I wanted so much to go outside right then.
"Harry, Harry wake up," I shook him lovingly.
"Mph, ggrrrgh," he mumbled. I smiled.
"Harry, I have my top off," I whispered in his ear, giggling slightly.
Harry's eyes popped open. I started to giggle more.
"Liar, you're fully clothed," Harry accused, disappointed. I rolled my eyes playfully.
"You know I only said that to wake you! Now, come with me please," I stood up. He sat up slowly.
"Where are we going Pansy?" he asked sleepily. I smiled.
"Outside. It's snowing! Can I borrow a sweatshirt or something?" I asked him.
"Outside? But Pansy," Harry caught my glare, "Sweatshirts are in my trunk," he added quickly. I took a sweatshirt out and pulled it over my head. Harry grabbed his winter cloak.
"Hold on, let me get my invisibility cloak," He took a silvery cloak out of his trunk. "Now, let's go!"
I grabbed his arm and pulled him down to the common room, then through the portrait hole to the strangely empty castle, and finally… out the doors. The snowflakes were larger now, and more persistent. It was colder than I thought. I shivered. Harry placed his arm around me, and I tugged his cloak more tightly around the both of us. We walked around the grounds in silence, however it was the sort of silence that quelled fears and comforted weary souls, it was the sort of silence that one wanted to last.
"So, Pansy, are you ever going to tell me why you we crying earlier?" Harry asked. I had known that was coming.
"I guess. It was because of Ron," I answered. I looked up at his face.
His brow furrowed.
"Ron? What did he do?" Harry asked, stopping abruptly and watching my face. I looked up into his stunningly green eyes and launched into the story of what happened before he came into his dorm. As I recounted the event, tears began to run down my cheeks, but not like before. After I was finished, I sniffed soundly and peered back at Harry. His facial expression was unreadable. He leaned in slowly and kissed me softly where my tears were glistening on my face and wrapped his arms around my hips even tighter than before, so that I was pressed right up against him.
"Pansy, you have no reason to cry, you did a good thing, trying to help Ron. I never thought he would be jealous, I mean, Draco Malfoy wouldn't be my first choice for a brother, and Ron knows that… I just, I don't understand," Harry said. I looked up at his eyes again. They glistened like emeralds, with diamond snowflakes caught in his long eyelashes. I smiled. Then I shivered again.
"Come on, lets go inside, you're shivering," he said and I started to walk back to the castle.
"That wasn't the reason I was shivering," I mumbled quietly to myself. Harry didn't hear, thankfully. Once we reached the Great Hall, he kissed me goodnight softly on the lips and started to walk the path up to his common room, when I called his name.
"Harry!" He turned around and came back, puzzled "I was wondering, what if we, um didn't say goodnight?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused, yet interested.
"Like, what if I came with you, to bed?" Harry smirked, with a playful glint in his eye. "I'm not saying sex Harry! I mean we're only fifteen. But, you make a good pillow Harry," I confessed, and then blushed. Harry grinned.
"Sounds good to me, what guy wouldn't say no to that? I'm a good pillow!" he teased.
I shoved him jokingly, smiling as well. He kissed my forehead quickly and slipped my hand into his then led me up to Gryffindor Tower.
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(Harry's POV)
"Morning sunshine," I heard Pansy's voice giggle. Her voice sounded real, not like in my dream. I opened my eyes all the way and was shocked to find that Pansy was laying on top on me. I grinned, remembering last night's events.
"Morning," I said right before I kissed her. I could feel her smile under my lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I flipped her over so that she was underneath me. She pulled away from the kiss slightly, smiled at me and started kissing me again.
"Whoo! Go Harry!" I heard one voice say, while others laughed hysterically.
I pulled my lips away from Pansy's neck with breakneck speed and whipped my head up to see who our audience was, not realizing that Pansy and I were so close to the edge of the bed that my sudden movement caused me to tumble off the bed, bringing Pansy and most of the bed sheets with us Pansy squealed as she fell on top of me. We both looked up. There were the rest of my dorm mates, laughing their heads off. It turned out it was Dean who graced us with his comment. And, to my very unfortunate luck, he threw me another comment.
"Smooth Harry, very smooth," Dean smirked. Pansy smiled briefly at Dean and got to her feet, pulling at the t-shirt she borrowed from me, or shall I say Dudley. It went to about her knees, but standing in a room full of fifteen-year-old boys in an old t-shirt wasn't the best thing for her or any girl for that matter to do. I stood up beside Pansy, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Shut up Dean," I grinned as Pansy rested her head on my chest. Dean sniggered.
"So, Pansy, how was your sleep?" Seamus asked kindly, trying not to laugh.
"Very good," Pansy answered playfully.
"How was it Harry?" Dean asked.
"Not very subtle are we Dean?" I asked sarcastically. He shrugged and smiled cheekily. Pansy looked around the room at everyone, and pulled away from me.
"Well Harry, I'll just put on my skirt from yesterday, Grab my clothes and head out, I bet some are wondering where I was all night," she said as she pulled up her skirt and grabbed her shirt and the …um…bra that was hanging on the far left post of my bed. I blushed as I saw it in her arms, "see you Harry," she brushed her lips against mine and smiled at my dorm mates and headed out the door. I turned away from the door, and faced Seamus, Ron, Dean and Neville who were all smiling foolishly.
"What?" I asked, although I was pretty sure what was coming.
"Nice job Harry," Ron congratulated me, "you're the first of us to get some,"
"We didn't do it," I futilely tried to explain.
"Whatever Harry," Neville said, chuckling.
"Anyway, Ron I need to talk to you about, er…something," I told Ron. He nodded and the other guys went down the common room, shrugging.
"What did you do to Pansy last night?" I asked right out. Ron smirked.
"I should be saying that to you, don't you think?" he laughed.
"Seriously Ron, when I came in here yesterday she was nearly in tears, and last night she told me about your conversation with her. Still, you consider her just a Slytherin, don't you?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Well, she is, isn't she?" Ron asked blandly.
"You consider Slytherins to be slimy cheating scum, but Pansy is so much more than that. I don't want to be mad at you again, seeing that we just got out of a fight like what, two days ago? But I don't know if I have a choice," I informed him, crossing my arms.
"Well Harry, I don't want you to be mad at me, and I know Pansy isn't scum or anything, but she had no right to try and pry at my feelings," snapped Ron.
"She was trying to help you Ron, you were upset! And by the way, what were you upset about anyway?" I asked him with a sudden spurt of curiousity.
Ron looked uncomfortable. He opened his mouth several times, yet closed them almost straight away. Perhaps he was thinking up a story. But finally he resigned to the truth.
"You and Malfoy! Suddenly you two are all chummy, and you two are going to be like brothers, if his mother is going to be your mother and all," Ron sat on my bed, then stood up quickly, "No, don't want to sit here, you and Pansy were doing your thing in here," Ron smiled quickly and sat on his own bed.
"Ron, the only reason I was tolerating Malfoy is because we made a deal to not kill each other, for Ginny and Pansy's sake. And it isn't like I picked for Malfoy to be my brother, he'd probably be my last pick. No matter what, you'll still be my best friend whether my brother is Malfoy or not," I promised Ron. He stood up and faced me.
"Are you going to say you are alright with Malfoys mom adopting you as her son as well?" Ron asked curiously, as if afraid of the answer.
"I guess so," I truthfully, "but that won't change you being my best friend, except you can visit me now, instead of the other way around," I added. Ron gazed down at his feet, then his eyes swept up to the ceiling. Then finally came down to rest on me, and nodded slowly.
"Ok. Can you tell Pansy I'm sorry for being really rude?" asked Ron.
"I think it will mean a lot to her if you apologize yourself, in person," I advised him, nodding.
"You're right." He admitted. "Well lets go down to the common room, to see Hermione ok?" Ron asked. I nodded, smiling and we headed down to the common room just as Ginny and Malfoy came through the portrait hole. I was about to greet both of them something else caught mine and the others eyes.
"Well Ron, looks like you are the only one not getting any," Malfoy drawled. For once Ron did not have some smart reply, he was still frozen by the same site that had stopped me from greeting Malfoy and Ginny. I saw Ron clench his fists and his knuckles turn white as we watched a red headed young man snog a bushy-haired girl. Ron didn't have any comebacks because of what he and all of us saw on the couch.
George Weasley was making out with Hermione.
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Niffler I know! I love the idea of Draco and Harry being brothers! Two hotties in one family! I'm looking forward to writing the wedding, but that may be in the sequel, I'm not sure.
Kjersti I'm glad you like my story! And saying that just makes me want to write more LilyAyl Thank you for beta-reading my story! It is tons better now that you've had your input!
Lady Lavender Thanks for the five stars!
Laura Sorry about the cliffhanger, but that's what keeps you coming back for more, and besides, they're fun!
Arime Setta Thanks for reviewing! I know, they just figured it out, it makes them sorta feel stupid eh? Oh well, they're still cuties!
Thanks to Perfect1 and bvksdhg as well!
A/N So, how do you like it now that I have a beta-reader? Better? I thought so. This chapter is called Visualize, by 2gether! More soon! Love you all!
(Pansy's pov)
I listened to Draco and Harry talk about being brothers, surprisingly, quite calmly. I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye, and caught a glimpse of Ron Weasley escaping from the conversation and sprinting upstairs. I glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed, but no one seemed to notice except me. I wondered what was going on, why he had left? I quietly slipped from Harry's gentle grasp and headed up the same stairs that Ron did just a few moments before. I glanced at each sign on the many doors, looking for the fifth years. At the very top of the spiral staircase, I found the large wood door that wore the sign 'Fifth Years'.
I knocked, but no one answered. So I tested the knob and found it unlocked, so I opened it. The room had five four poster beds, as did every dorm in Hogwarts did. The floor was particularly messy. I peered in the room and noticed Ron. He was lying on his back on what I assumed to be his bed. He looked over at me and croaked.
"What do you want?"
I stepped in and closed the door behind me. I crossed the room and parked myself on the end of his bed.
"Why did you leave?" I asked him calmly, staring at his freckled face. He covered his eyes with his left hand.
"I'd rather not talk about it, especially to you," he groaned wearily.
"Thanks a lot," I replied sarcastically, "but that isn't going to make me leave."
"Then sit there," Ron said. His tone reminded me strongly of Draco right now.
"Ron, are you jealous?" I asked carefully, taking a stab at his problem. He sat up hastily. His face was purple with anger and annoyance, however a trace of relief is evident in his eyes.
"Where did you get that idea?" he hissed angrily. I smirked, my guess had been correct. However, the extreme look on Ron's face forced me to hide my smirk and to continue speaking calmly as if discussing the weather.
"Well," I began slowly, "Harry and Draco are sitting down in the common room talking about being brothers, and you and Harry are best friends, while you and Draco are enemies," I finished swiftly.
"Malfoy is Harry's enemy too Pansy, for your information," Ron replied angrily.
"For your information Ron, Draco and Harry don't hate each other as much as you think." I raised my voice, "Also, you don't have to be rude to me Ron,' I told him, hurt.
"Why do you care if I'm rude to you Pansy? I'm just a Gryffindor to you," said Ron, narrowing his eyes.
"You aren't just a Gryffindor to me." I defended myself quickly, "You are Harry's best friend. And I trust Harry's opinion. All I'm trying to do is help you Ron, I don't see why you are resisting it," I informed Ron. Tears started to well up in the corners of my eyes.
"I don't need your help Pansy," Ron promised bitterly, as he strode angrily toward the door, "I don't need any Slytherin's help," Before I could say another word, he threw the door open, and left. As the door slammed shut, I could still his words echoing in my ears. What was the matter with him? Why couldn't he trust me? I don't know why, but that lack of trust hurt, a lot.
After about 2 minutes or so, Harry came in. I tore my gaze away from the dorm room door Harry just closed and looked up at his face. He appeared very concerned. I dropped my gaze and began to examine my hands. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me as I've never been hugged before. As I sunk into Harry's warm embrace, I began to cry. All my frustrations and cares seemed to finally to break out of me with each sob. Every tear I had never cried fell from my eyes as pulled Harry tighter to me.
"Shh, Pans, it's ok, it's ok, come on, come over to my bed," Harry scooped me up tenderly carried me over to a bed near Ron's. He leaned against the headboard, still cradling me. After awhile, I ceased my weeping, and instead I listened to Harry's heartbeat as he held me close.
I must have of fallen asleep, for when I woke up, I didn't recognize where I was. I looked up and saw Harry snoozing like a baby; I suddenly remembered where I was and why I was there. It must have been late, because all the other beds drapes were closed, and I could hear some sniffling snores from one. Out the window, stars were twinkling in the winter night sky, and a slight amount of snow was tumbling toward the earth. My eyes lit up with joy at the sight. I wanted so much to go outside right then.
"Harry, Harry wake up," I shook him lovingly.
"Mph, ggrrrgh," he mumbled. I smiled.
"Harry, I have my top off," I whispered in his ear, giggling slightly.
Harry's eyes popped open. I started to giggle more.
"Liar, you're fully clothed," Harry accused, disappointed. I rolled my eyes playfully.
"You know I only said that to wake you! Now, come with me please," I stood up. He sat up slowly.
"Where are we going Pansy?" he asked sleepily. I smiled.
"Outside. It's snowing! Can I borrow a sweatshirt or something?" I asked him.
"Outside? But Pansy," Harry caught my glare, "Sweatshirts are in my trunk," he added quickly. I took a sweatshirt out and pulled it over my head. Harry grabbed his winter cloak.
"Hold on, let me get my invisibility cloak," He took a silvery cloak out of his trunk. "Now, let's go!"
I grabbed his arm and pulled him down to the common room, then through the portrait hole to the strangely empty castle, and finally… out the doors. The snowflakes were larger now, and more persistent. It was colder than I thought. I shivered. Harry placed his arm around me, and I tugged his cloak more tightly around the both of us. We walked around the grounds in silence, however it was the sort of silence that quelled fears and comforted weary souls, it was the sort of silence that one wanted to last.
"So, Pansy, are you ever going to tell me why you we crying earlier?" Harry asked. I had known that was coming.
"I guess. It was because of Ron," I answered. I looked up at his face.
His brow furrowed.
"Ron? What did he do?" Harry asked, stopping abruptly and watching my face. I looked up into his stunningly green eyes and launched into the story of what happened before he came into his dorm. As I recounted the event, tears began to run down my cheeks, but not like before. After I was finished, I sniffed soundly and peered back at Harry. His facial expression was unreadable. He leaned in slowly and kissed me softly where my tears were glistening on my face and wrapped his arms around my hips even tighter than before, so that I was pressed right up against him.
"Pansy, you have no reason to cry, you did a good thing, trying to help Ron. I never thought he would be jealous, I mean, Draco Malfoy wouldn't be my first choice for a brother, and Ron knows that… I just, I don't understand," Harry said. I looked up at his eyes again. They glistened like emeralds, with diamond snowflakes caught in his long eyelashes. I smiled. Then I shivered again.
"Come on, lets go inside, you're shivering," he said and I started to walk back to the castle.
"That wasn't the reason I was shivering," I mumbled quietly to myself. Harry didn't hear, thankfully. Once we reached the Great Hall, he kissed me goodnight softly on the lips and started to walk the path up to his common room, when I called his name.
"Harry!" He turned around and came back, puzzled "I was wondering, what if we, um didn't say goodnight?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused, yet interested.
"Like, what if I came with you, to bed?" Harry smirked, with a playful glint in his eye. "I'm not saying sex Harry! I mean we're only fifteen. But, you make a good pillow Harry," I confessed, and then blushed. Harry grinned.
"Sounds good to me, what guy wouldn't say no to that? I'm a good pillow!" he teased.
I shoved him jokingly, smiling as well. He kissed my forehead quickly and slipped my hand into his then led me up to Gryffindor Tower.
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(Harry's POV)
"Morning sunshine," I heard Pansy's voice giggle. Her voice sounded real, not like in my dream. I opened my eyes all the way and was shocked to find that Pansy was laying on top on me. I grinned, remembering last night's events.
"Morning," I said right before I kissed her. I could feel her smile under my lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I flipped her over so that she was underneath me. She pulled away from the kiss slightly, smiled at me and started kissing me again.
"Whoo! Go Harry!" I heard one voice say, while others laughed hysterically.
I pulled my lips away from Pansy's neck with breakneck speed and whipped my head up to see who our audience was, not realizing that Pansy and I were so close to the edge of the bed that my sudden movement caused me to tumble off the bed, bringing Pansy and most of the bed sheets with us Pansy squealed as she fell on top of me. We both looked up. There were the rest of my dorm mates, laughing their heads off. It turned out it was Dean who graced us with his comment. And, to my very unfortunate luck, he threw me another comment.
"Smooth Harry, very smooth," Dean smirked. Pansy smiled briefly at Dean and got to her feet, pulling at the t-shirt she borrowed from me, or shall I say Dudley. It went to about her knees, but standing in a room full of fifteen-year-old boys in an old t-shirt wasn't the best thing for her or any girl for that matter to do. I stood up beside Pansy, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Shut up Dean," I grinned as Pansy rested her head on my chest. Dean sniggered.
"So, Pansy, how was your sleep?" Seamus asked kindly, trying not to laugh.
"Very good," Pansy answered playfully.
"How was it Harry?" Dean asked.
"Not very subtle are we Dean?" I asked sarcastically. He shrugged and smiled cheekily. Pansy looked around the room at everyone, and pulled away from me.
"Well Harry, I'll just put on my skirt from yesterday, Grab my clothes and head out, I bet some are wondering where I was all night," she said as she pulled up her skirt and grabbed her shirt and the …um…bra that was hanging on the far left post of my bed. I blushed as I saw it in her arms, "see you Harry," she brushed her lips against mine and smiled at my dorm mates and headed out the door. I turned away from the door, and faced Seamus, Ron, Dean and Neville who were all smiling foolishly.
"What?" I asked, although I was pretty sure what was coming.
"Nice job Harry," Ron congratulated me, "you're the first of us to get some,"
"We didn't do it," I futilely tried to explain.
"Whatever Harry," Neville said, chuckling.
"Anyway, Ron I need to talk to you about, er…something," I told Ron. He nodded and the other guys went down the common room, shrugging.
"What did you do to Pansy last night?" I asked right out. Ron smirked.
"I should be saying that to you, don't you think?" he laughed.
"Seriously Ron, when I came in here yesterday she was nearly in tears, and last night she told me about your conversation with her. Still, you consider her just a Slytherin, don't you?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Well, she is, isn't she?" Ron asked blandly.
"You consider Slytherins to be slimy cheating scum, but Pansy is so much more than that. I don't want to be mad at you again, seeing that we just got out of a fight like what, two days ago? But I don't know if I have a choice," I informed him, crossing my arms.
"Well Harry, I don't want you to be mad at me, and I know Pansy isn't scum or anything, but she had no right to try and pry at my feelings," snapped Ron.
"She was trying to help you Ron, you were upset! And by the way, what were you upset about anyway?" I asked him with a sudden spurt of curiousity.
Ron looked uncomfortable. He opened his mouth several times, yet closed them almost straight away. Perhaps he was thinking up a story. But finally he resigned to the truth.
"You and Malfoy! Suddenly you two are all chummy, and you two are going to be like brothers, if his mother is going to be your mother and all," Ron sat on my bed, then stood up quickly, "No, don't want to sit here, you and Pansy were doing your thing in here," Ron smiled quickly and sat on his own bed.
"Ron, the only reason I was tolerating Malfoy is because we made a deal to not kill each other, for Ginny and Pansy's sake. And it isn't like I picked for Malfoy to be my brother, he'd probably be my last pick. No matter what, you'll still be my best friend whether my brother is Malfoy or not," I promised Ron. He stood up and faced me.
"Are you going to say you are alright with Malfoys mom adopting you as her son as well?" Ron asked curiously, as if afraid of the answer.
"I guess so," I truthfully, "but that won't change you being my best friend, except you can visit me now, instead of the other way around," I added. Ron gazed down at his feet, then his eyes swept up to the ceiling. Then finally came down to rest on me, and nodded slowly.
"Ok. Can you tell Pansy I'm sorry for being really rude?" asked Ron.
"I think it will mean a lot to her if you apologize yourself, in person," I advised him, nodding.
"You're right." He admitted. "Well lets go down to the common room, to see Hermione ok?" Ron asked. I nodded, smiling and we headed down to the common room just as Ginny and Malfoy came through the portrait hole. I was about to greet both of them something else caught mine and the others eyes.
"Well Ron, looks like you are the only one not getting any," Malfoy drawled. For once Ron did not have some smart reply, he was still frozen by the same site that had stopped me from greeting Malfoy and Ginny. I saw Ron clench his fists and his knuckles turn white as we watched a red headed young man snog a bushy-haired girl. Ron didn't have any comebacks because of what he and all of us saw on the couch.
George Weasley was making out with Hermione.
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Niffler I know! I love the idea of Draco and Harry being brothers! Two hotties in one family! I'm looking forward to writing the wedding, but that may be in the sequel, I'm not sure.
Kjersti I'm glad you like my story! And saying that just makes me want to write more LilyAyl Thank you for beta-reading my story! It is tons better now that you've had your input!
Lady Lavender Thanks for the five stars!
Laura Sorry about the cliffhanger, but that's what keeps you coming back for more, and besides, they're fun!
Arime Setta Thanks for reviewing! I know, they just figured it out, it makes them sorta feel stupid eh? Oh well, they're still cuties!
Thanks to Perfect1 and bvksdhg as well!
A/N So, how do you like it now that I have a beta-reader? Better? I thought so. This chapter is called Visualize, by 2gether! More soon! Love you all!