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Part 2: PRESENT FROM HOGSMEADE

"Oh Draco!" she squealed. "Thank you!" she gave him a hug. She pulled away and smiled at him. He blushed (AN: why is he blushing after all this time? beats me) and raised his eyebrows, giving her the familiar questioning eyes. She just gave him a teasing smile, but didn't move to do what he asked her to in his eyes.
"No kiss?" he asked. She shook his head, her smile still on her lips. He pulled her to him. "Tease," he murmured before he met her lips. They heard thundering overhead and quickly pulled away. "What's going on?" Draco asked looking above him. The stairs were shaking as sounds of running feet pounded on it. They quickly got out from under the stairs. Students from Gryffindor were entering the Great Hall, some of them looking frightened.
"What's wrong?" Millia asked one of the students.
"The picture of the Fat Lady was torn!" the boy said, excitement in his eyes.
Millia gasped. "By who?"
"Sirius Black. Professor Dumbledore sent us to the Great Hall," the boy said and then entered the Great Hall. Millia gave Draco a questioning look then entered the Great Hall. Draco followed. They were joined a few minutes later by Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff who were all looking puzzled.
"Due to a few circumstances, I must insist that you sleep here tonight," Professor Dumbledore said before he turned to leave. "Oh yes, you'll be needing these." With a wave of his wand, the four tables flew to the wall and the floor was suddenly covered with squishy purple sleeping bags.
Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle each grabbed one and tugged it over to a corner.
"So Black tried to kill Potter," Draco murmured to Crabbe and Goyle. "Too bad he came at the wrong time."
Crabbe and Goyle both sniggered.
Draco laid there, staring up at the enchanted ceiling, listening to the people around him, who were inventing ways of their own on how Black got in. Finally he drifted off to sleep.

As the days grew nearer to their first Quidditch match against Gryffindor, the weather worsened.
"We can't play Gryffindor in th is weather," Marcus Flint, their captain said at their next Quidditch practice. "We'll lose! What we need is an excuse."
"What about my arm? We could say my arm's not better," Draco smirked.
Marcus looked at Draco as if he were the savior. "Good idea!"
"There's nothing wrong with your arm!" Harry hissed at the next lesson of Care of Magical Creatures.
"So what, Potter," Draco sneered.

Draco got up on the morning of the Quidditch match. The Gryffindors were going to play against Hufflepuff. He went to the Great Hall where he was pleased to see the enchanted ceiling stormy. He went back to his dormitory to grab his umbrella. Him, Crabbe, and Goyle made their way to the stadium, laughing at Harry.
The rain was so thick outside, that Draco could hardly see the players. The wind whipped so hard that Lee Jordan's commentary could only be heard by those sitting close to him. About 15 minutes into the game, Gryffindor called a time out. Draco watched as Hermione went over to the team and took Harry's glasses and tap them with her wand.
The Gryffindors soared into the air again. A few minutes later, Draco thought he saw a speck of gold. He watched as Cedric Diggory and Harry raced towards it. Then suddenly the whole stadium went quiet. Draco watched as Harry suddenly stopped on his broom and looked down. Draco looked down too and his insides turned cold at what he saw. There were dementors streaming onto the field, they had their hooded face turned up. Draco heard a scream and looked up to see Harry falling. Then Professor Dumbledore walked onto the field, waved his wand at Harry who started to slowly fall. He pointed his wand at the dementors and sent out some silver. The dementors backed away from it and left.
Cedric Diggory flew down to the ground, clutching the golden snitch in his hand. He seemed to be arguing with Madam Hooch.
Professor Dumbledore magicked Harry onto a stretcher and made it float beside him towards the castle.
People were talking among themselves excitedly as they made thir way back to the school.
"Do you think he's dead?" a Ravenclaw asked Draco.
"I hope so," Draco said sincerely.

"Did you hear?" Millia asked Draco as she skipped up to him later that day.
"Hear what?" said Draco who was pleased to see her happy.
She beamed up at him. "Harry's OK!"
I'm not pleased to see her happy, he thought to himself. "How unfortunate."
Her smile faded. "What?"
"I said, how unfortunate."
"What's wrong with you?" she glared at him. "I can't believe you'd want any harm to come to Harry!" she stormed off, giving Draco an angry look.
Draco sighed in frustration. Don't mention Potter around her, you idiot! a voice hollered at him in his head. Well, go and apologize to her! "Again?" Draco moaned. Yes! the voice replied. "Hey, Millia!" Draco called, running to catch up with her. She didn't look at him or bother to slow down. He fell into step beside her, but she refused to look at him, still staring straight ahead.
"Look," Draco began. "I'm sorry," she still continued walking but she slowed down a bit. Draco took courage from that and continued. "I had a lot on my mind. I really don't want any harm to come to Potter," Draco said, crossing his fingers behind his back.
She stopped and looked at him. "What did you have on your mind?"
"Oh, I don't know. About the Quidditch game, I guess," Draco lied. What he really was worried about was what would happen if his father found out he was going out with Millia. It's OK, the good voice said. He won't care as long as she's a pureblood. Yeah, the evil voice said. IF she's a pureblood. Draco was so shocked by that thought that he blocked out the voices.
Millia's voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Yeah, the Quidditch mad was kind of scary. I've never seen Professor Dumbledore so angry. But I'm glad Harry's OK."
Jealousy bubbled in his stomach. "You like him better, do you?"
She looked at him in surprise. "Of course not!"
Draco's jaw tightened. "Really? Prove it."
"What? This is absolutely silly! How am I suppose to prove it?" she put her hands on her hips.
A grin slowly crossed Draco's mouth. "Go tell Harry that he is a stupid git and that you hope he goes to hell."
Millia's jaw dropped. "What? I'm not going to tell him that!"
Draco crossed his arms. "Well, I don't know how you're going to prove it to me then."
A mischievous smile formed on Millia's lips. Draco uncrossed his arms, looking a little alarmed at her smile. "Oh, I'll think of something," she said sweetly. She gave him a quick kiss and started walking up the stairs.
"It better not be embarrassing!" Draco yelled after her.
Oh, but he had NO idea.

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