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disclaimer: i don't own anything that has to do with Harry...yada yada yada.... Hogwarts... yada yada yada... and so on and so forth.

As we returned to Hogwarts, everyone was pressured into getting ready for the dance, so Maggie hurried into her room along with all of the others. After I changed, I was informed to get into the common room, where everyone was. As it was very crowded, I kept my eye out for Maggie.

Noticing many girls in colors of pinks and purples, I noticed Maggie self-consciously walked down the stairs in her navy-blue. At that moment, everyone was shooed into the Great Hall, where I finally found her.

"Hey," I smiled. "You look amazing," I said finding her hand and grasping it.

She immediately blushed. "Thank you." Glancing in the Slytherin corner, she noticed Snape was approaching her with a deadly glare.

"Ms. Kelly (Maggie's last name), nice to see you." Maggie had instantly let go of my hand and let some room between us, "Weasley," his voice was now ice cold. "Up to no good, as usual, I assume." he said walking off.

"What's with the 'no-holding-hands-in-front-of-Snape' thing?" I questioned.

"Oh," she said awkwardly. "Nothing."

Before I could go any further Harry and Hermione approached us, and Professor McGonagall had moved everyone into the designated dancing area.

It was highly decorated and the music was exceptionally well-chosen. Forgetting about the previous incident, I led her into the mesh of couples.

"You have any siblings beside Percy, George, Fred and Ginny?" she asked.

"Yeah, there's Bill and Charlie. What about you?"

"Nope. Only child."

"Oh..." I'd already figured that much.

"Your dad works for the ministry, right? Arthur Weasley, right?"

"Yeah, that's right... Who're your parents? I don't know them, do I? "

"Um..." She feverishly changed the subject to Quidditch.

After several minutes, I looked to where the teachers were conversing, and noticed Snape staring at us. When I mentioned this to Maggie, she quickly separated and fled, leaving me to myself, and rather confused. I found Harry sitting at a table alone and didn't bother to explain my story, but instead asked, "Where's Hermione?"

Harry pointed unenthusiastically to the dancing Hermione and Neville.

"...Oh..."

I never did find Maggie later that night, and I went back to my old opinion of the Yule Ball. It blows.

Christmas Eve.

Things have been a tad less insulting with out Hermione, but don't get me wrong, I do miss her. After all, she is one of my best friends. I never did find out what happened the night of the Yule Ball, Maggie constantly changes the subject when I try to bring it up.

I had just woken up and found myself sleepily walking down to the empty common room. Harry was still asleep, how muggles slept in so late, I doubt I'll ever know (a/n: i'm not trying to say that Harry's a muggle... but was just brought up in a muggle enviornment.) . I mean, come on, sleeping until two in the afternoon, or even noon for that matter! It's wasting half a day! Now, just because I'm rather fascinated by the subject (guess my dad's rubbed off on me) doesn't mean that I understand their reasoning's!

I was about to walk out of the common room when I heard a sneeze. Suspiciously eyeing the room, I approached a chair that was directly facing a fireplace. Approaching the rather large chair--actually, I take it back, it was more like a love seat kind of thing, I recognized a cough to be one of Maggie's.

"Maggie?"

There was a sniffle and she turned her head towards me, so I took a seat. "Oh, hey Ron." She smiled. "Didn't hear you come in." Her voice wasn't of its normal ring, but now had the congested sound that comes with severe head colds.

"What're you doing up? Its..." I glanced at a clock, (a/n: do they even have clocks? I can't remember...) "6:15." I ask.

"I s'pose I should be asking you the same question, hmm?"

"Heh..." I smiled sheepishly. "You know me, never really sleep as late as the rest of you."

She gave a week smile but it faded underneath another cough. When she'd recovered, she mentioned, "Couldn't sleep."

There was some silence spent staring in the flames, and regardless of the undying heat she managed to shiver. "Cold?"

She lightly nodded which was followed by a yawn. How she could be cold was far beyond me, but I wasn't going to question her. "Hold on, I'll be right back."

Several moments passed and I came back down the stairs. I'd noticed she'd moved to a lying position and as I approached the chair, she began to get up, but after protesting, I quickly sat down and allowed her to rest her head on my right leg. Spreading the quilt (that I had retrieved from upstairs) over her, I felt her shiver as it rested against her body.

"Ron?" She asked at a low whisper.

"Hmm?"

"Do you believe in angels?" she closed her eyes.

The question caught me by surprise, so I carefully thought out my reply, so when I'd made my decision, I stated, "No... I don't think so."

"Oh..." What was that? Disappointment that lingered in her voice? Obviously I'd messed that one up.

"Why?"

I never did receive an answer as she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Christmas Morning.

I woke up to a decent sized pile of gifts at the foot of my bed. It appeared that Harry was already awake and was wearing his green sweater that mum always sent him.

I eyed the lumpy package first and sighed. Opening it, my expression of terror was pushed aside by one of zeal. "It's not maroon!" I said, holding a blue sweater to my chest. Harry gave a grin.

A book from Hermione, what a surprise, something unidentifiable from Hagrid, several things from my parents, Every Flavor Jelly Beans and a book on Quidditch technique's from Harry and a solid ball from Maggie. Eyeing it suspiciously, I showed it to Harry who was equally clueless.

Walking into the elaborately decorated Great Hall, we both took our seats at the Gryffindor portion of the table. I sat next to Maggie, holding up the ball.

She smiled, "Couldn't figure it out, hmm?" She didn't sound much healthier than yesterday, in fact, if anything she sounded worse. She took the ball, twisted it to the left, pulled it apart. There was a 'poof' and some smoke that was replaced by a miniature-sized Maggie that stood to be about the same size of my glass of orange juice. "Whenever you want to tell me something, you talk to this...err...." the mini-figure gave Maggie a stern look, "you talk to *her*," she substituted, "and I'll hear it."

"Thank you," I said sincerely.

She smiled. "George and Fred say they'll use it for one of their products. They think they need something serious, and it'll go big with the mums..."

Several weeks later.

Hogwarts was back to its usual amount of students, and classes had started again. The Gryffindor's had just finished Potions with the Slytherin's and most everyone had exited the classrooms, and Hermione, Harry, Maggie and I had only stepped into the hall when Malfoy sneered, "Maggie, now I know you're charitable and everything, but hanging out with Potter and on top that, Weasel! Isn't that going a little too far?"

"Malfoy, shut it." I defended.

"What, Weasel, you think she actually likes you?!" Draco retorted with a stupid smirk.

Maggie quickly grasped the back of my robes to prevent me from doing something I'd later regret. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek, "Yeah, Ron... Where'd you ever get an idea like that?" She rested her chin on my shoulder.

I could feel my cheeks gradually morph to the color of my hair. "I don't know..." I played along with a smirk. " How stupid of me."

"Ms. Kelly!" Snape bellowed, she quickly released her grip of me, "Get in here! NOW!"

Staring at the floor, she scuttled into his classroom. Snape had never looked so angry... He shut the door behind her.

Harry, Hermione and I pressed against the door to eavesdrop on whatever was going on. "You and Weasely?! Of all people!" Snape barked. "First your mother is killed! Then you are sorted into Gryffindor! And now this...?! What have I done to deserve this?!" Snape continued.

Harry and I exchanged looks of bemusement from outside the room.

"I don't want you hanging out with Weasely! Or Potter for that matter!"

"Sir- its just--"

"I don't want an explanation!"

"But I like Ron, and Harry, too!"

"I do not care! You will no longer see them! Either of them!!"

"But Dad--"

"Don't you dare call me that!" He said sternly and there was a loud bang that immediately followed, I assumed he'd turned over a desk or something. "Not here! Do you realize how much trouble you could've gotten us in?! If anyone heard that, do you understand what they could do to Dumbledore?! Now, you won't see them. Either of them. Is this clear?!"

She gave a muffled, "Yes sir."

"Good. Discussion closed. Now go!"

Maggie exited the room. Hermione, Harry and I had backed away from the door in time for Maggie not to notice that they'd hear everything.

I started to say something, but Maggie interrupted, "I... I don't think we should hang out any more..."

"But --" I tried to persuade, completely dumbstruck in result of the argument I had just overheard. Trying to digest everything, I was left in a confused state of mind.

"I... I'm sorry." She lightly sobbed as she left in the opposite direction.

a/n: a bit of a cliffhanger, but not much... what can i say? i tried. anywho, if you have or know of any good Draco/Hermione paired fanfictions, or Harry/Ginny, or Lily/James or anything involving the twins.... hell, who am i fooling? if you've got a HP fanfic, gimme an email or something, i'd like to read it.