Max Lonwolf – So, you checked out the links, huh? Well, no that the movies out, you can actually see the entire scene. In case you haven't seen it yet, once Harry and Herm hug, she turned to Ron, each with their arms open, until they think 'wait a moment… what the heck? GROSS!'. So they just shake hands. Hehe. And I've realized that Hermione's the first to actually hug Harry… he barely knows what love is. Isn't that a shame? It's a wonderful thing, love, but he'll find out soon enough, in the fifth book ^_^; *giggle* Thanks a bunch, Max!
Amora – Bastard? That's one way you can put it. Waste of flesh and insides? That's another way, but Whin is a complete jerk. I totally agree. I love it how you said Whin's such a bastard. I mean… I created him! And thanks for the 'Ron should eat the hell out of Whin' comment. I'll keep that in mind…
TheUnkown – Thanks for the comments!
E.C.R Potter – Well, it's not all that bad, being reminded of my English Prof. He's pretty cool. Actually, he went to a Rolling Stone's concert a few days ago at the Sky Dome. He told us all about it, too; how he and his wife sneaked past the security guards to get to the floor, where was only a few yards away from Mick Jagger. Yeah. I'm not crazy about the Stones, but he is. If we're not in a mood to work, we'll just say 'Mick Jagger' and he'll talk about the Stones for the entire class. *noticing how much she's off topic* Oh! Anyway, one of your questions will be answered in this chapter!
DragonBlond – Why, hello! Fancy meeting you here! Dude! You watch Card Captors? So do I! *jumps up and down with glee*
Little Teacheress – I'm sorry I had to delete Vampire's Curse… quite frankly, I thought it STUNK! But thanks sooooo much for your comments!
Wildgoldowl – Thanks loads!
BraveSprirtGryfindor – Hehe! Cute chapter! Thanks!
XT-Zealot – You hate Whin too? Great! I love it how I've created Win (the friggin sissy) and people hate him like he was a Malfoy! It makes me very happy! Like, Malfoy-turns-into-a-ferret happy, you know? Here's the next chap, just for you (and others, of course).
MythX – Oppsie daisy. Thanks for pointing out that mistake. And go watch the movie! I have… and all I have to say is that I'm in a very giggly mood at the moment ^_^;
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Okay, peps. I'll take that 'give credit where credit it due' saying heartily. Thank 'TheFly' on this chapter… he's been pushing me to get this Chapter out for a few weeks now. But I seriously wouldn't have gotten it out if he hadn't constantly asked me the time I'd post it. So, dude! Thanks a bunch! Bye, all! Read-a-vous my story a-vous! (French… hehe. Don't ask).
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It was the most wonderful dream.
Harry bent down next to her head while Hermione prayed that she wouldn't fall asleep in such a blissful moment. He looked warmly at her, smoothing her hair. Hermione closed her eyes in comfort and said the only words that she could muster-
"I wanted to tell y-you. You've been upset for a while, and I wanted to say that… You-Know-Who can't get to you," Harry watched her carefully, leaning so close to her that she could see her reflection in those big pools of emerald green, "As long as Dumbledore's around, you can't be touched. Y-you know that. I think you're stronger than him. It didn't take me long to notice to n-n-n-" she covered her mouth as a yawn escaped her, "notice. And…I'll always be there for you."
"You always have been there."
He still gently stroked her hair like a kind of lullaby. Hermione's eyes closed in comfort.
And she fell asleep there, with Harry standing next to her.
"Harry… I-I love you," Hermione curiously heard herself mutter.
What she said was slurred and faint in Hermione's mind. She lost contact with her entire body, but for some reason… it was almost as if she could see Harry's knowing smile above her. Then she heard his voice-
"I know… I love you, too."
Hermione's heart melted. If only it had been real; If only she had been awake and listening properly instead of hearing things that she only wanted to hear. But soon after, Harry's voice drifted off and a shadow of his retreating figure past by her closed eyelids.
If only she told him how she felt.
Her heart gave an unsteady wrench. Her sleeping figure trembled with sobs and her eyes stung with tears; as she did, the blanket that covered her fell off.
Why can't I just do it? she asked herself, why can't I just come out with it? Why is it so difficult?
A ripple of chilliness froze her insides with the absence of warmth. She drew her legs into her chest, shivering. There must be a window left open in the dormitory. Yes, that was it. Why can't Parvati ever remember to close it?
Hermione's tears started to freeze. She couldn't take it any longer. Her dorm was never this cold. With a sniff that burned her nose, she opened her eyes.
She was completely surrounded by dark. It must have been very early in the morning; the fire was out completely and only a few beams of moonlight gleamed through the windows above. And as Hermione sat up, she realized she was sitting on a sofa. Not her four-poster, but a very comfortable sofa with a blanket on the ground next to it. And… Hermione looked down at herself. She was still wearing her robes, but still… she shivered.
Hermione's eyes traveled around the room. What would she do so early in the morning? She couldn't go to the library; it wouldn't be open this early in the morning. She could get dressed in the girl's dorm and just read in the common room until morning. She needed to catch up on her studies, that's for sure.
Hermione got up and stretched, yawning. She felt warm and rested now; the coldness was probably just a draft from the roof somewhere. She started across the common room, barely lifting her feet off the ground, and shuffled down the short corridor to the girl's dorm.
Hermione opened the door but was surprised to find that there was light inside. Along the walls were four-posters with Lavender and Parvati sleeping in them, but Ginny was evidently awake. She had a dim lantern sitting on her night table, shining just enough light for her to see. Hermione narrowed her eyes and searched for her.
"Ginny?"
She sat up, and looked around. Seeing Hermione, she waved her over.
"What're you doing up?" Hermione asked her softly as she tiptoed her way to the end of her four-poster.
"Waiting for you," said Ginny with a smile and a small yawn, "I wanted to know how it went. You are going to talk to him in the morning, aren't you?" she added.
Hermione stared at her in confusion, putting her hands on the bedpost.
"Talk to who?"
Ginny looked exasperated. She laughed quietly as though she thought Hermione was joking. "Harry, of course," she said with an even wider smile accompanied closely by a giggle, "What're you going to tell him in the morning?"
Hermione sighed in annoyance, "Ginny, I haven't any idea what you're talking about. What do you mean, what am I going to tell Harry?"
"About last night!"
"Last night?"
"Yes!"
"W-what happened last night?"
Ginny frowned slightly. She shook her head and said, "You were half asleep. You probably couldn't really hear him, could you?" Hermione was just about to question her further until she added, "You and Harry both admitted your feeling towards each other last night!"
Hermione's mouth fell open, her cheeks burned from embarrassment and her stomach dropped her feet in shock. Ginny giggled again and gestured to the end of her four-poster. Hermione sat down, feeling genuinely baffled.
"I heard it all from the door," admitted Ginny, "And I saw you and Harry in the common room… Ron was with me, of course. He couldn't resist, but then again, who could?" she sighed in thought, "You and Harry look so cute together."
Hermione didn't say anything. Had she heard correctly? That dream she had… it was all real? Did she really admit her feeling to Harry… and did he? Hermione's cheeks burned even more, just thinking about it.
"Y-you mean…"
"Yep! The cat is out of the bag!" said Ginny, "At least, for the time being. Only a few of us know about it so far."
Hermione reached up and touched her forehead, the place where Harry kissed her in the dream. And that dream was so real.
"I-I thought it was a dream," said Hermione slowly, reaching up to play with her necklace, "I… I dreamed about it just a few minutes ago, and I woke up and…" she looked at Ginny, "A-are you sure it happened? Maybe you were dreaming too-"
"Don't be silly, Hermione! He said it! You said it! You both admitted it, and I saw everything with Ron," then Ginny added seriously, "That boy has it in for you, you know. I can tell that he meant what he said, just by the way he looked at you. Gosh… does he ever have it in for you!" she repeated shrilly, nearly forgetting that Lavender and Parvati were sleeping.
Hermione couldn't retain her own excitement. It was real, just like she wished for it to be. Must have been on the brink of falling asleep when they had done it. No matter… Hermione told Harry what she wanted.
"So…" said Hermione timidly, "What did he do when I… you know… told him?"
Ginny eagerly moved towards her, her face shining with excitement, "He didn't do anything. Well, he did, because I think he already knew. He just stood there, smiling. And he said that he loved you too and kissed your forehead," she smiled dreamily, "It was very nice to watch. Ron was amazed, really. He didn't know that Harry had it in him."
"Well, I'm rather glad he told me," admitted Hermione, "I mean to say, he has to live with those horrible relatives of his. They never loved him, and I don't think he can remember his parent's love for him…" she looked at Ginny very seriously, "Nobody loved him. He doesn't know what love is."
Ginny patted her arm gingerly and said, "Well, he does now. But you're right. He didn't have anyone to love until you, so he'd be a bit rusty. You'll have to… show him a few pointers."
She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. Hermione smiled and laughed to, and it lasted for a long time.
Hermione had nearly forgotten the entire purpose to why she went to her dorm in the first place. But the thought resurfaced when a faint groan was heard from the other side of the dorm. Parvati and Lavender sat up from their four-posters, rubbing their eyes.
"What're you laughing about?" muttered Lavender tiredly. Hermione and Ginny looked at each other, beaming.
"Nothing," they said at the same time.
By the time Hermione had changed into a different pair of robes, the sunlight was peeking through the curtains. Hermione looked outside and noticed that the snow was starting to melt. The evergreens in the distance were actually green now and the lake below wasn't frozen like it was yesterday.
But Hermione couldn't squander any precious time on the beautiful outdoors; there was one thought clearly lodged in her mind: find Harry. Hermione made sure her books were tucked away into her trunk before biding goodbye to Ginny, who was skimming through Witches Weekly.
"Tell me everything later," she told her, and Hermione nodded.
Hermione left the dorm with a stomach full of butterflies, and discovered that the common room was almost empty. A few people here and there was reading, talking or just lounging, but with one look, Hermione found the person she really needed to see.
Harry was standing among the crowd of armchairs next to Ron. They were talking to Fred and George, who were looking rather amused and had apparently done something very Fred and Georgeish. Hermione approached them very carefully.
"Are you filling out any of those forms? I'll owl Mum and tell her!" Ron told the twins in annoyance, "What're you planning? You're been hiding something ever since we got here!"
"It's nothing, really, Ronniekins," said George innocently (or somewhat), "Why don't you loosen up? We're not planning anything!"
His eyes flickered momentarily onto Fred's falsely bemused face. Ron made a noise of disgust.
"You're lying!"
"We're not!"
"You are!"
"Are not!"
"Are!"
"Not!"
Harry seized Ron's arm and began to pull him away. With Ron still shouting over his shoulder, he nearly walked three steps until he realized that Hermione was standing nearby, watching them. He let go of Ron's arm immediately and Ron nearly fell to the ground if he didn't steady himself.
"HEY! What'd you do that for?" Ron roared. Then he spotted Hermione too. His mouth broke into a wide grin.
"Good m-morning," said Hermione nervously.
"Hel-lo, Sunshine!" said Ron happily, his bad mood disappearing instantly, "And how are you feeling today? Notice any differences this morning? Anything…unusual?"
"Yeah, you'll be dead in a minute if you don't shut up," said Harry.
He looked back at Hermione, trying to decide whether to smile or do anything at all. Her watched her for a long time, and Hermione, remembering what Ginny had said, smiled sweetly at him.
"SHE LIVES!" squealed Ron gleefully, and before he could do anything, Fred 'accidentally' elbowed him from behind on his was to the door with George.
"Opps! Sorry, Ron!" laughed Fred.
"Yeah, didn't see you there!" George piped in.
Harry, Ron and Hermione left the common room for breakfast soon after they could restrain Ron from launching himself at his brothers.
"What're we doing today?" Hermione asked them as they entered the Grand Hall.
"I dunno," said Harry was they sat at the Hogwart's table, "Visit Hagrid? I reckon he might've thought that you would have had detention with him. Help him rock his dragon to sleep, or something."
"Oh, right… our detention," said Ron, who had obviously forgotten the entire thing, "Why would Hullith want those flying buggers anyway?"
"Maybe for lessons?" suggested Hermione calmly, biting into a piece of toast, "Maybe Care of Magical Creatures. They might have that class here."
"Or Defense Against the Darks Arts," chuckled Harry, "Lockhart's brother could be teaching it."
Ron exploded in laughter, remembering the life-defining moment when in second year, their old Professor opened a cage full of Cornish pixies in class and they lifted Neville up onto the chandelier while terrorizing the rest of the classroom. It had been one of their more entertaining classes, as it had proved to them that Professor Lockhart, no matter how much Hermione fancied him then, was a complete and utter phony and a brainless bloke who didn't know the difference between the nose hair-lengthening charm to the curse of the boogies.
"You're ridiculous," Hermione snapped at Ron as she took a sip from her goblet, "Ridiculous…" she drifted off, realizing Harry was watching her. She couldn't help but blush.
"I wonder," said Ron through a mouthful of eggs, "what happened to Silversmith. The bloke… why would he go after You-Know-Who?"
Hermione snorted into her goblet, almost spilling pumpkin juice all down her front. She looked up at Ron in amazement.
"Harry told me all about it when you were in the hospital wing," admitted Ron as Harry handed her some napkins to clean herself up with, "That way we all know and if something weird happens-" He stopped suggestively.
"We go to Dumbledore," Hermione finished for him.
"Yeah."
"In that case… I need to go to the owlry," Hermione said to Harry, knowing that Ron wouldn't care.
"What for?"
Hermione finished her toast and swallowed, "I just need to owl Sirius. To tell him something."
She got to her feet and brushed her robes off. Ron didn't move, "You're coming, you prat. Don't you want to say something in the letter? Maybe hello?"
Ron grinned and nodded slowly. He and Harry got to their feet. They crossed the Grand Hall, but stopped, realizing that they hadn't any idea where the owlry was. Soon enough, a girl in dark burgundy brown robes walked through the door.
"Excuse me," Ron asked the girl "Where's the owlry? Down there? Thanks."
The owlry wasn't far away, they found out, but only a corridoor away. They hurried down that and pushed open a set of tall, transparent doors like those in a greenhouse and entered a tall, narrow room. There were screeches and shrieks from every sort of owl there was… and some of them did not look an awful lot like owls; there were a pair of ostrich-like creatures that kept pecking at the ground and squawking at the owls swooping above its head. There were ravens and crows and budgies and talking parrots… Hermione didn't stop to look at them all. She sat at a small bench, took a roll of parchment and a quill form her bag and started to write the letter while Harry and Ron explored the owlry.
Dear Sirius
I don't think Harry knows all that I do and since you asked to owl you about anything strange that has happened, I'm writing to tell you. A few days ago I had a very horrible nightmare a few days ago and I woke up screaming. It had Harry, Mr.Malfoy and You-Know-Who in it, and even Peter Peddigrew. I dreamed the night Harry was in the maze in the Triwizard Tournament. His parents were there.
Sirius, what do I do if it happens again? What if my dream means something? I mean, why did I dream it? I didn't ask Harry for an explanation, if you're wondering. I don't want to bother him with it all. I've realized how hard it is on him. I've got a good idea what happened though, so I guess there's no need to ask him about it. But I don't understand something. I got a bad cut on my shoulder after my dream somehow, but there was nothing sharp around me. Dumbledore searched the girl's dorm and found nothing on the floor either.
I don't know. Maybe I've gone mad (Ron likes to think so). I should be looking after Harry right now, and I'm writing to you talking about my concerns. Harry's doing very well, by the way. The third task should be coming up soon.
Hermione
P.S: I imagine Ron would like to say something. He can be such a child.
Hermione sighed and folded the letter up into a small square so an owl could deliver it. Ron scampered over to her immediately, seeing that she was done. He snatched the quill from her before she could put it back into her knapsack.
"Nuh-uh!" he said teasingly, waving a finger at her scowling face, "I still have to write to Sirius. He has to know about you and his Godson's adjustment, right?"
He eagerly took out a piece of parchment from Hermione's bag, flopped down on a stack of straw and began to write, a stupid grin on his face. Harry came over to them eventually, carrying a beautiful barn owl on his outstretched arm. He took one glance at Ron (who was snickering to himself with his head pointing down at the parchment) and grimaced. He sat down next to Hermione on the bench.
"Did you tell Sirius all you wanted?" he asked Hermione lightly, stroking the feathers of the barn owl that had fluttered down to his knee. Hermione nodded slowly, wondering what to say.
"Yes," she said, "Pretty much. Did you want to say something?"
"No. I've already sent him an owl last night."
Hermione looked at him curiously, thinking of what he just say. "So… you weren't talking to Sirius in the fire last night. You told me you were."
Harry smiled warmly, his eyes flickering to Ron, who was quietly cackling with glee as he continued to write and said, "I was. I only said a few words to him before you and Ron returned. I just wrote him the rest of my questions."
Hermione sighed apologetically, "Sorry I interrupted you. You must've had a lot of questions to ask him."
Harry stared at her for a moment, his eyes sparkling. "Not really."
Ron jumped to his feet triumphantly, holding the newly written letter in front of him like it was a treasured possession. He walked over to Hermione and handed it to her.
"You're ridiculous sometimes, Ron," said Hermione, quickly stealing a look at the letter. She could only read the first line of the letter ("Sirius! Guess what! Harry and Hermione finally did it! You know what I'm talking about. I heard it all with my sister Ginny outside of the dorms. They're finally together! Thought you ought to know. Anyways, it all started like this. Harry bent down next to her and…") before Ron snatched it from her.
"No peeking!" he said, folding up the letter the same size as Hermione's and handing it to Harry.
Harry didn't look at the letter, however. Hermione (who was blushing very brightly now) handed him hers and he tied them both on the leg same leg of the barn owl. He carried it to the nearest open window and with a hoot of thanks, the owl took off with one giant sweep of its wings.
They left the owlry soon after, once Harry and Ron tore Hermione away from an ugly bird that squawked, or somewhat recited, the names of every potion available in the world and the names of their founders (it would have been so useful for potions class that it nearly seemed like it was cheating). They went back to the common room, where there was a roaring fire and many welcoming armchairs.
But they didn't rest, for there, in the middle of the common room, was a huddle of bodies, bending over something on the ground. Dean, who was one of them, waved them over.
"Harry, you'd better get over here," he said. His face was pale and expressionless.
Hermione's heart fell; something happened. She, Harry and Ron approached them and as they did, Fred and George, who we among the crowd of people, separated, and what they found when they did was certainly not something they were expecting.
Draco Malfoy was lying there on the ground in a very odd position. His hair was no longer slicked back but all over and his face was far paler than normal; his eyes was nearly open and what's more was his pant leg was in tatters; the robes on it were shredded and bloody. Pansy Parkinson, was prancing up and down on the spot with her hands over her face, gave a frightened squeal and Crabbe and Goyle were squatted next to Malfoy's head, looked around at all the faces with hope. They hadn't any idea what to do.
"Whoa," said Ron in astonishment, "What happened to him?"
"We dunno. He just… walked in and," started Seamus, shrugging, "collapsed."
Harry looked very uncertain; after all, there was one of his worst enemies, lying on the floor in pieces, and something needed to be done, even if it was a Slytherin. With a slight groan of frustration, he moved forward but Ron caught him by the arm.
"What're you doing?" he asked him in amazement.
"Ron… he can't stay here," answered Harry, looking furious, "No matter how much I'd like him to."
Pansy squealed again and looked at Harry with tear-strained eyes. There was nothing for it. The Slytherins were too nervous to do anything; they hadn't done anything like this before. Harry, however, slowly and cautiously kneeled next to Malfoy, a grimace on his face, and once he did, Malfoy's eyes opened a slit and he moved his head slightly to look at him. His lip trembled for a moment and he tried to speak.
"R-rat," he muttered simply, "It w-was ugly… rat."
A murmur rippled throughout the watching crowd. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Malfoy, what're you-"
Suddenly, with a very sharp movement, Malfoy seized Harry's wrist, his face twisted in horror. Everyone gasped.
"It was a r-r-rat!" said Malfoy, his voice trembling, "Potter!"
Harry, looking astonished, hurriedly pried Malfoy's clamped hand off his wrist. He looked around at the watching faces and back at Malfoy again.
"D'you think you can manage to walk?"
Malfoy didn't answer; his eyes were closed again as if he were exhausted. Harry sighed heavily. He got to his feet, the people behind him moving back, bent down over Malfoy's body, took his arm and draped it over his own shoulder. Malfoy moaned in pain as half of him left the ground.
"Harry!" shouted Ron, "What're you doing? You can't do that! He's… Malfoy!"
"Oh, please shut up!" squealed Pansy Parkinson. She pushed her way through the crowd to see Harry and Malfoy more clearly.
"I'll need some help," said Harry, standing up with a hunched back with Malfoy leaning heavily on his side. He looked at Ron.
"Oh, no way," said Ron, raising his hands in surrender and stepping back, "It's Malfoy."
Hermione looked at him, her eyes blazing. With they eyes of everyone in the room on her, she determinedly walked forward. Hesitating for a mere moment, she took Malfoy's other arm and brought it over her shoulder like Harry had done.
"Thanks," grunted Harry, "Let's go."
"I'm coming with you," said Pansy, "I still don't trust you, Potter."
Harry didn't argue. He and Hermione, with Malfoy moaning in pain between them with his head lolled forwards, started to walk very slowly. They left the common room and in the corridor, they stopped once to adjust Malfoy, who was slipping. Pansy followed from behind, sniffing now and then. They made their way down two corridors already before Malfoy started mumbling again; it was that same word – rat. What did he mean? He was delirious, after all, but still… it was the only thing he could say; no insults, no lies, no boasting, but the lonely word 'rat'. Hermione was beginning to think Malfoy was round the bend before he collapsed in the common room.
The infirmary door was in sight, and Hermione couldn't be any more glad for it to be; Malfoy's dead weight was hurting her shoulder, no matter how much Harry was trying to support most of the weight on his side. Pansy went ahead and opened the door for them.
The matron was sitting at her desk, talking to a small Nockdernian boy who had a black eye and an arm in a sling. The matron gasped when she spotted Harry and Hermione walk in with Malfoy.
"Dear me!" she said, hurrying over to the nearest hospital bed, "What happened?"
Harry and Hermione carefully lay Malfoy down on the hospital bed the matron was near.
"We dunno," said Hermione, "We just entered out common room and found his like this… nobody knew what to do. But he's hurt very badly - his leg."
The matron bustled around, taking things from cupboards and jars and bringing them over to Malfoy's bedside. The Nockdernian boy patiently sat in a chair, watching in interest and Pansy, her face red and blotchy, went up to Malfoy and looked down at him. Harry and Hermione moved away.
"And who're you?" said the Matron as she poured a green liquid into a cup, "Friends?"
"No," said Harry, "No, not at all. We brought him here because no one else would. But she is," he pointed at Pansy, "She'll want to stay."
"That's quite all right then. Well, thank you for bringing him. I know what this boy's like," said the Matron as she moved to the bottom of the hospital bed to inspect Malfoy's leg, "Seen him tormenting your sort all the time. I didn't expect you to be friends."
Hermione almost laughed.
"You're free to leave," said the matron.
Before they left Hermione caught a glimpse of her pouring the green substance down Malfoy's mouth be he gurgled it all back up. Harry shut the door reluctantly; he'd give anything to see Malfoy dribble all over himself like a one year old.
They started walking back to the common room.
"Thanks for helping," said Harry was they walked, "I couldn't carried him without you."
"You're welcome. You couldn't do it by yourself, after all. It's no big deal," said Hermione, waving her hand to show its unimportance. But as she did, Harry flung his arm in front of her to stop her walking.
Turning to her he said, with a very serious expression, "No, you don't understand. You help me all the time. You didn't have to help me with Malfoy, but you did."
Hermione shrugged, and said, looking into his eyes, "Well, Ron didn't want to."
"There were people watching. Anyone could've helped," he smiled and stepped closer to her, "I don't know if it's because you wanted to help me or if you fancy Malfoy and wanted to get him to the infirmary before it was too late."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and playfully poked his chest, "Didn't you hear me last light? Or were you half asleep too?"
She found herself blushing – Harry touched her arm and instinctively, she stepped yet closer towards him. He ran the tips of his fingers down her cheek to her neck, smiling.
"Sorry, I haven't any idea what you're talking about," he said, a look of mock confusion on his glowing face, "Could you repeat what you told me last night? I seem to have forgotten."
"Oh, shut up," giggled Hermione, "I said I love you," then she stopped herself and looked into his eyes more seriously, surprising herself of what she was saying, "I-I love you."
He smiled even wider and wrapped her into a tight hug. She returned it, the blush in her cheeks fading.
"Oh… I remember now. Then if you said that, I must have said 'I love you too'," he gave her shoulder a squeeze, "I love you… very much."
Pansy stood, leaning against the doorframe, watching the couple of them hug, with narrowed eyes. They seemed to be enjoying it. It was apparent that they were planning to keep it all hushed up; with the Daily Prophet articles last year, everyone would surely think that it was all true now.
They were together, because of something that happened yesterday night. Pansy looked at Malfoy, lying on the hospital bed with green goo oozing down his chin, and her lips curled into a small smile. She'd be sure to tell Draco everything when he wakes up…
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A/N: That, my friends, was the most difficult chapter in history. I'm truly sorry I didn't post it sooner, but it struggled. I had several different ideas for it, so it was frustrating. I really am sorry; I felt guilty whenever I stopped writing! But it's out soon, and now it has dawned on me that I've got to finish this thing! I've got other stories in line and this story needs to end! So the next chapter will be out… soon.
I SAW THE COS MOVIE! IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD! Peps… you need to see it. I'm not kidding you. It is the best looking thing I've seen since… uh…. Lemmie think… okay, I can't think of a movie that's better than COS, but maybe later (yeah… right). *five hours later* Okay, there isn't a better movie. So you hafta see it! There's H/H! And trust me… you hafta see Dan Radcliffe as Harry with a murderous stare… bone chilling. No wonder Ginny fancies him! But it is truly brilliant! My fav part was the spiders; man… there had to be about a thousand of them, and Arrog is really forbidding. And I like it when Dobby drops the cake on Mrs. Mason's head. Harry was tiptoeing after it as it floated into the living room, his arms outstretched to catch it. But when it fell, his hands were right there so it looked like he dropped it on her! And there was no camera goof-ups that I could see this time. But the H/H moments are numerous. And it shows that Malfoy's a friggin thief! Grrrrr… and poor Herm. She was near tears when Malfoy called her a 'Mudblood'. But what was really good was the scene in the hospital with Hermione petrified. Harry hand her hand, looking really miserable, and he said – whoa. I'm giving it all away! GO SEE CHAMBER OF SECRESTS! IT'S WELL WORTH THE WAIT INSIDE THE THEATER!