A/N: Hey, people! This is now chapter 5, and thanks for all the reviews. Enjoy! :-)

Chapter 5: Midnight Fantasy

At exactly quarter to six, Harry arrived in front of The Ugly Gargoyle, entrance to Dumbledore's office. Cho was already there waiting for him.

"Hi, honey." Harry smiled. Cho looked at him, and Harry saw that her eyes were red and puffy. She looked like she'd been crying earlier.

"Cho, sweetie, what's the matter?" He comforted her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Just then, the gargoyle sprang to life. A few seconds later, Dumbledore himself appeared in front of them. "Ahh, yes. Please come in, Miss Chang, Mr. Potter." he smiled.

Once they were seated in a comfortable couch inside Dumbledore's Office, Dumbledore asked. "Miss Chang, I believe there's something you need to tell me and Harry"

"Yes, Professor. This arrived at the Head Common Room earlier." Cho handed him the note. Dumbledore read it, a frown settling on his old face.

"Ah, yes. I am very curious on who this is for. And of course who it came from." He finally spoke. "I see, Miss Chang, why you are upset."

Harry focused his sparkling green eyes at his girlfriend. "Cho, honey, what is this all about?" he asked. Cho looked at him lovingly, and sniffed.

"This is the answer, Harry. Read it." The wise old wizard said. Dumbledore gave the letter to Harry. Harry read it silently, a troubled expression on his face. His eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Professor, the sender said 'My Beloved Queen'. If it is for Cho, that explains why the owl gave it to her. But if it is for Halliwell--"

"Professor Halliwell, Harry" Dumbledore corrected sternly. Harry gulped.

"Yes. But if it is for Professor Halliwell, then why did the owl give it to Cho, and not to Ha-- Professor Halliwell directly?" he finished.

"I see your point there, Harry. Unfortunately, I cannot answer your question. I strongly suspect that this is from Voldemort" Dumbledore explained.

Cho trembled at the sound of Voldemort's name. Harry placed his arms around her. "I suspect that this is indeed for Jo. You know that her grandfather and I were best friends, am I correct? According to her biography, her parents were supporters of Voldemort. Voldemort wanted Jo for His wife, but she fled from him, and came to Hogwarts." Dumbledore finished.

"What the hell?!" Harry muttered to himself. The Headmaster chortled. "I am sure you know this by now, Harry? That I am the only wizard that Voldemort fears."

The Boy Who Lived nodded. He already knew this, of course. He learned that from Voldemort himself.

The Headmaster turned to get some sort of powder from his cloak. The couple watched as he tossed some of the blue powder at the fire. He called. "Halliwell, I want you to please come to my office now."

The now-purple fire flames turned into green as Professor Halliwell stepped out of the fire. She looked at Dumbledore, confused for a second, before turning her attention to Harry and Cho."

"Harry! Cho! What are you doing here?" Halliwell exclaimed, brushing off some ashes from her white leather suit.

"We would like to know something, Jo." Dumbledore explained, gesturing Halliwell for a seat next to the couple. Halliwell raised her thinly plucked eyebrows, as if telling the wise wizard to go on.

He did continue. "This came to the Head Common Room earlier. We are wondering if it is for you." He handed Halliwell the anonymous letter.

Unlike Dumbledore, Harry and Cho, who all read the letter with troubled expressions on their faces, Halliwell's face looked frightened. Her hand was actually shaking as she read the letter, her big brown eyes wide.

"I... I..." Halliwell seemed to be at a loss of words. She was too frightened even to speak. Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at her. After all, he considered Jo as his own daughter.

"Jo, this is indeed for you. Now, I want to talk to you about your decision." He said. Tears were now spilling softly from her eyes.

"Um, Professor? Don't you think we are interfering with Professor Halliwell's problem?" Harry had to interrupt. He thought this was personal, especially for Halliwell.

Much to his and Cho's surprise, Dumbledore shook his head. "This also concerns you, Mr. Potter. It is your decision whether you would include Cho.

Harry decided to remain and let Cho stay with him. He felt that his beloved should know everything.

* * *

Ron Weasley searched the halls of Hogwarts for Hermione. He didn't want her to go; She was his first ever girlfriend.

Ron is one of the most angered men by the girls in the Gryffindor Common Room. After all, he slept with nearly all the girls of Gryffindor, which included Claire Harris, Katie Bell, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown and of course, Hermione. Ron is what they all considered as an unfaithful guy.

As he turned around a corner, he saw Blaise Zambini, one of the most sought-after witches at Hogwarts. He whistled to himself. She really looked pretty. His memories of Hermione quickly vanished as he stared at Blaise.

Sensing someone looking at her, Blaise turned around and saw red-haired Ron Weasley looking at her. She noticed that Ron really was cute. Smiling seductively, she waltzed gracefully to his direction. Why not? She thought mischievously. Draco isn't around anyway. He told me he was out the whole night to serve detention with Filch. Besides, it's just one night and Ron is really cute. Draco doesn't have to know.

Ron raked his hands through his red hair, making it messy. Blaise's smile told him that she wanted him. As she neared him, he wrapped his arms around her. Blaise's hands were on his chest, her head tilted upwards.

Blaise pressed her moist lips against Ron's in a passionate kiss. "Let's go to the Astronomy tower, shall we?" Ron murmured huskily.

"Anything you want, my love." Blaise replied.

* * *

Hermione frowned at Filch. Here she was, serving detention with Draco Malfoy, when she could have been studying for that Potions test on Tuesday. She sighed.

"Well, a perfect match, I'll say." Argus Filch drawled. "The King of Ferrets and The Queen of the Library serving detention for me. Your Royal Highnesses" he mocked, bowing down.

"Quit it, Filch. I have to serve detention for something I didn't do, and you have to tease me. Let's start with this earlier so I could finish earlier." Malfoy sneered.

Pretty soon, they were lead by Filch to the dungeons. He stopped at a door which was labeled "Trophy Room"

"Polish every single trophy by morning, you two. I want it shiny, get it? I shall lock the door from the outside and open it at exactly seven in the morning." he ordered, slamming the door behind him.

Hermione muttered curses as she polished an award. Malfoy was polishing another award as briskly as possible.

After nearly four hours, an exhausted Hermione fell to the floor. Malfoy's heart was beating so loudly, that it must be heard by Hermione.

"Hermione... wake up, sweetheart." Malfoy whispered, fanning Hermione.

Her eyes fluttered as she opened them carefully. A blond boy was above her. As soon as she recognized who it was, she sprang upward.

"What? What time is it?" she shrieked. "It's already midnight." Malfoy replied.

He helped Hermione stand. She was really physically drained of energy. Unsure of what to do, he hugged Hermione so tight.

"Hermione..." he whispered. Her brown eyes gazed at Malfoy's steely gray ones.

"Malfoy..." she murmured.

Slowly moving his head forward, he pressed his lips against Hermione's. He kissed her deeply. At first, she tensed, but then, she relaxed.

And to Malfoy's great surprise, he was pleased at what Hermione did to him:

She kissed him back.

A/N: Whoa! Go me! That was probably the longest chapter I've written so far. So, it's really Voldemort who sent that letter! Please review on what you think on the story so far... and be nice!