a/n: you must be possessed if you're reading this far, or perhaps you're just as...er.... "unique" as i am! ha! that would be impossible. either way, i thank you for reading.

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Several hours had passed since I had heard the news of Snape and Maggie's relation, then the killing sentence, "I don't think we should hang out anymore..."

I lay staring at the mini-figurine of Maggie which lay sleeping on his night stand. Poking her, she woke up and shot me an 'I'm-tired-this-better-be-good' kind of look.

"I need to see you... Meet me in the common room." I whispered.

Maggie had heard what she'd been waiting for all night, got out of bed and raced downstairs noticing a tall figure.

"So...?" I asked as she approached me.

"I..." She paused and stabilized herself. "I just don't think its safe for us to see each other any more."

"C'mon... you can tell me! What's really going on?"

She heaved a great sigh. "I can't..."

"If it has anything to do with Snape being your father, its al--"

"What?!" Her eyes lit up. "You know about that?! Did George and Fred tell you?! They said they'd keep it a secret... Or was it Hermione?! I think she knows, and that's why she hates me so much... Did she tell you? Or maybe it wa--"

"We overheard your conversation with Snape earlier today." I interrupted.

"Oh, jeeze... I'm gonna be in so much trouble! He's gonna kill me!" She continued rambling aimlessly.

I shut her up the only way he knew how. I leaned in and kissed her. Different emotions sprang throughout my body when I felt her return the passion. After everything sunk in, she quickly pulled away.

"Ron, this is what we need to talk about." her breath staggered.

"I..." I blushed, feeling ashamed, "I'm sorry..."

"No," she smiled. "Don't be sorry... I'm not sorry... Its just --"

"What's the big deal about this anyway?"

"Nobody's supposed to know."

"Well, I won't tell anyone."

"Promise?" I nodded and she tightly embraced me in a warm hug. "I can't see you anymore." She whispered.

"But --?" I said pulling away and looking down into her fierce blue eyes that were enough to tear me apart.

"You heard him, Ron..."

"Can't we still be friends or anything?"

She backed away. "I'm sorry..."

Exams grew closer and to Hermione's delight, Harry's slight boredom and to my overwhelming misery , Maggie proceeded in going back to her old lifestyle: lonely and depressed.

Occasionally, she would smile at me during classes, but that was the extent to the socializing. I moped around, reminiscing in the memories. I know she still likes me, sighing, I walked in to the Great Hall, "Bloody git..." (a/n: i know i haven't used much of british slang, but i couldn't resist. such fun words ^^). I ate quietly while Hermione and Harry maintained a decent conversation. They left lunch and headed to DADA, where they were paired into partners.

"And finally," the professor proposed, "Weasley and Kelly."

Maggie gave a nervous look to me and the we stood side by side. Professor Mink gave several directions, and the class was set out to work. Being so close must have sparked the something in her. Or maybe it gave her the opportunity to realize how much she missed me, and I noticed how spacey she acted. Usually, she was a very bright student, but for some time she made many careless errors that even I noticed. Later, Professor Mink dismissed the class and the Gryffindor's headed to there last class for the day; Potions.

Maggie and I were the last two to exit the room, and Maggie pulled at my wrist, "Ron?"

"Yes?" Was that hope lingering in my voice? Most definitely.

She seemed to loose her grip of stability as her voice quavered, "God, I'm sorry..."

"For what?" I asked, confused.

Maggie gingerly wrapped her sleek arms around my neck and let out small sobs. "Everything... Mostly giving up."

I had to stop myself from pinching her to see if this was real. Could it be? I didn't know how to react, but the feeling that was with me when she was close was enough to tell me what he should do. I hated to see her cry, even if it was just light sobs. I was about to return the hug when she pulled away and apologized.

I gave a sheepish smirk before I had Maggie in another embrace. How could we go from not talking to this? I decided it was probably best to not think about it. "C'mon, we're gonna be late." I took Maggie's hand and we headed towards Potions.

The class was almost over and both Maggie and myself found ourselves in rather good moods. I anticipated a time when I could have an actual conversation, to see what had happened during those few, but grueling, weeks. Snape had seemed even more strict than usual (yes--its possible) and...well... just weird. Right as he dismissed the class, he asked Maggie to stay behind. My heart sunk. Had he already found out about us? How could that be possible?

Snape waited for the last person to leave the room (myself), and with a flick of the wand, the door slammed and his office opened. Harry and I waited outside the door as I explained most everything (sounds a bit like Lavender and Pavarti, except with out the obnoxious giggles).

Several moments passed as I impatiently waited. All too soon, a shrilling scream could probably of been heard almost any where in the castle and lingered in the air for several moments. Harry tore off to find Dumbledore and I cautiously entered the room. Snape was no where to be seen, but his classroom resembled a disaster scene. Tables were knocked over and piled on top of each other, chairs lay tossed on the ground, several parchments and quills could be seen her or there.

My eyes darted across the room, but it was my ears that heard the light grumble from under the desk wreckage. Quickly, yet gingerly, I pulled one desk off of the other and revealed a limp, pale, near lifeless body. Delicately, I picked her up and headed towards Madam Pomfrey.

Checking for a pulse, my own heart almost stopped when I realized how slow hers was beating. Increasing the speed, I turned a corner, traveled down a staircase and into the infirmary. "Damnit, don't die on me..." I said aloud. At the time, I really didn't comprehend how much danger she really was in...

a/n: how long should i make these? is this too long? too short? you tell me... i'm not quite sure. thanks for reading ^^ erm... and please excuse the spelling/grammar errors. i've reread through this to check for mistakes, but i probably missed something or the other. Oh, and thanks to all the reviewers!!

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