Nicole was sitting on the Quidditch pitch. It was raining but she didn't care. There were spells that kept her dry, that kept the rain off of her but she wasn't using them.

So she sat in the cold on the Quidditch Pitch with the rain beating down on her cloak, the cold water of the droplets mixing with the tears on her face.

To anyone who happened to see her they'd think it was a trick of the light or just some persons cloak out on the rain beaten field.

She was alone...funny how when one thinks about it everyone's alone at some point in their life.

The day begs the night for mercy.

And calls upon it's sin

To wait among the shadows like the

Fire eating Jin.

Nicole grinned. So once again she'd managed to screw another thing up. "Figures of all the people I have to upset it has to be the one person I care the most about...He should have believed me though.

Sometime I find when I lose control

Inside my body crumbles.

It's like therapy for my broken soul

In the midst of death I am alive

And in the midst of life I am dying

She didn't notice him behind her muttering her silly poetry, didn't see that he knew she hurt as much as he. Neither knew that the other still felt for one.

We have entered the most extreme

And utter region of the human mind

A radiant abyss where men meet themselves

And scream in terror Where are we?

We're in hell

And he was there kneeling next to her in the rain, holding her to him as if he didn't she would slip away and he turned her head up to face him and he smiled a true genuine smile and whispered. "When you were there for me I never let you know how much it meant to me. And when you weren't I swear I thought I'd die."

Nicole pulled away from him slightly and whispered hoarsely. "Then why....why would you choose to believe her over me. You know I would never hurt you intentionally don't you?" He nodded. She smiled.

Turn away to face the cold

So bright it leaves no shadows

Only scars carved into stone

Can save us from these shallow

Graves

He pulled her to him again and covered her mouth with his. Kissing her deeply invading the warm wetness of her mouth with his tongue, running his hands under her cloak along the shivering curves of her stomach and pulling her into his lap. Nicole groaned and slipped her arms around his neck muttering words unheard hoarsely and kissed him back fervently trying to deny what she felt was like trying to stop an oil fire with water. As much as you try to smother the flame it just leaps higher and higher.

One of his hands slipped down under her skirt and slid under the hem of her panties his middle finger rubbing the small hooded nub of her flesh. She moaned and kissed him again a tiny ball of fire forming in her stomach he increased the pressure of his finger and she arched her back crying out. Draco kissed her again and ran both of his hands up her thighs past her stomach to fondle her breasts her cries increased. With shaking hands he unbuttoned her blouse. When he finished he reached behind and undid the clasp of her bra it fell from her rain damp body and landed with a plop between them, with both of his hands splayed across her back he lowered his mouth to her nipple the already stiff nub grew harder as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. She nearly screamed when he bit down gently on the tip. He pulled away to look at her. "I don't think you could ever know how much I love you and what you sitting here like this is doing to me. I'm sorry Nicole."

Nicole bit her lip her breathing ragged. "I think I can guess at both of those answers Draco. I love you." He smiled again and pulled her to him in another kiss. Everything was good no…great everything was great and nothing would come between them ever again.

They sat in the rain. Right on the quidditch pitch. If someone were to have seen them

they wouldn't think twice about it. Not really. Just two lovers having a late night rendezvous alone. Noone would even think that. Just some careless person's cloak left out on the rain beaten Quidditch Pitch.

In the fifth year girls gryffindor dormitory Nicole awoke from the dream sobbing.

She rolled over and looked out the window and watched as the first signs of dawn peeked of the horizon, sighed and went back to sleep telling her self she'd spend all day in bed wailing about her loss inside her head. It was Saturday she was allowed to sleep in.

Somewhere though in the bowels deep inside Hogwarts, in the Slytherin boys dormitory Draco Malfoy awoke from the same dream. He sat up and shoved his feet to the floor. Muttering, "Damnit get over it, you screwed up you were an arse, it was worth it though to gain back lost respect." At least this was what he'd been trying to convince himself the last two weeks. His fellow dorm mates had lost all respect of him when they'd caught him sticky fingered in the cookie jar. (A/N: if you understand then pun then you get a free cookie) He'd worked damn hard to regain that respect and had done it to. Barely, but he was feared and respected again. Damage control after being caught in the company of a Gryffindor was hard to fix but….Malfoy's had their ways. He groaned loudly and lay back down, muttering something about getting a good shag later on and fell asleep, hoping his dreams of Nicole would stop.

Author's Notes: YAAAAY -throws around cookies anyways- It IS DONE.

Ok a few notes for those of you who didn't quite understand my previous chapter. It was not chapter 45 it was meant to say 4.5 but the FanFiction.net thing wouldn't put the period in the chapter title. Secondly, let me clarify that the things in this chapter that were italicised were DREAMED they did not really happen (although my friend Em says they really should have, and just had them wake up on the Quidditch Pitch nekkid. Do not worry I speak of a different Em not you). Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And please remember to REVIEW. My poor ego is dying here and I don't know if I'll post another chapter….-wails- but anyhoo have a lovely day, morning evening night….whatever.

CIAO