A/N: review, you turd! My precious, awful work will be wasted if you fail to review.
Disclaimer: This short little chapter doesn't deserve a disclaimer. Actually, it does, but I'm not going to write it again. You will just have to refer to earlier chapters for that. Haha! You can't sue me, nyah nyah nyah
"How could you do that?!" Azera shouted at herself later that night. She had just reviewed the mental picture of the hormone-fest that she had taken part in earlier that afternoon and was now kicking herself for it. "Assassins. Don't. Cry," she said a bit more quietly. She was not yet willing to yell out her secret occupation for Moaning Myrtle to hear now, was she?
No, she wasn't.
"I will not get sentimental. I will not get sentimental," she repeated the mantra to herself as she walked down to dinner. Potter wasn't there. I bet he's still crying in the bathroom, Azera thought cruelly. What a little fool. She sat down with Harry's friends at the Gryffindor Table, but her eyes were trained on a certain blonde-haired someone sitting across the room. A little Draco is all I need…
Draco caught her eye and winked. 'After dinner', he mouthed at her from the Slytherin Table. Azera nodded and licked her lower lip as she broke her gaze. She thought she saw Hermione staring at her. Azera grinned at her, thoughts running through her head like, I can't wait until dinner is over I can't wait until dinner is over I can't wait until dinner is over…
Dinner took absolutely forever to be over, and thankfully Potter was absent for all of it. Azera practically sprinted across the room to get to Draco when the last bit of food had melted from the plates. She grabbed his hand and they went to the classroom that they had took to using to spend 'private time' together. Azera practically tackled him onto the nearest desk and rumpled his hair with her fingers as she ran her other hand down the buttons of his shirt.
"Whoa," Draco said during a short pause in all the kissing that was going on. "I've missed you too," he said, smirking.
"You have no idea," Azera said as she pressed her open mouth against Draco's once again. Their tongues jammed against each other as they sought a higher ecstasy, to make their kisses better than they had ever been before. Draco chewed on her bottom lip as she threw her arms around his neck and stood on her knees, bending down to keep their lips together.
"I like it when you're like this," Draco said. "It's like your wild or something."
Azera swung her hair back and tied it in a knot with a rubber band. "Since when have I ever not been wild?" she asked teasingly.
"Well, more wild than usual…" He pulled her down and kissed her once again, softer than before. The sun fell below the horizon and it wasn't until the last rays of sun had vanished from the sky that Draco bid her goodnight and left for his own common room. Azera neatened her rumpled hair as she climbed into the portrait hole, wearing what she liked to call her 'innocent Gryffindor' expression. She took note of everyone in the room. Harry and Ron were playing chess by the fire. Hermione was studying (big surprise). Seamus was lounging in one of the armchairs, looking board.
Time to make someone's day, Azera thought, walking towards Seamus and curling up in the chair next to his. "Hey, Seamus," she said. He automatically sat up in his chair and leaned towards her a bit.
"Hey, Azera," he replied.
"So, what did you do today?" she asked.
"Everything that you did, Azera," he said, looking at her oddly. "We have all the same classes."
"Ah, you didn't do everything that I did," she said, flirting ridiculously, biting her lip in her favorite innocent looking move. It worked a charm on Seamus. "I'm going to bed," Azera whispered, kissing Seamus lightly before making sure that no one was watching. She allowed her nose to drag across his as she pulled away. "See ya around," she said, doing her best impression of the American models that were on Muggle television as she walked up the stairs, blowing Seamus a kiss as she went into her dormitory. It was so much fun to play with their minds, and the good thing was that she knew that Seamus wouldn't say a word to Harry, and vice versa. These Hogwarts boys were in the healthy habit of not kissing and telling.
That must be why it's so much fun here, Azera thought as she undressed and pulled on her slip-dress. You can do whatever the heck you want, have as many affairs as you want, and no one will ever know! I should have come here a long time ago. This is so much more fun than staying in that prison fortress! She watched the moon dip beneath the sky as she drifted off, and she didn't dream once of Harry or Draco. She dreamed of Cedric. She saw Cedric's death in excruciating detail, from the green blast to Harry, hiding in the graveyard.
She sat up with a start in her bed the next morning and ran into the common room. It was still late, but Harry was sitting alone, his head buried in his hands.
"Harry," she said, kneeling on the floor in front of him, shaking his shoulder gently. "Harry, wake up."
"Wha"- he said as he woke with a start.
"Harry, I had a dream, and it was of Cedric's death and I saw all of it- Harry, listen to me," she said as she saw that Harry was a tad preoccupied with the rather revealing slip that was a tad high cut on the bottom and a tad low cut on the top. "Listen, Harry," she said, tilting his chin up so that his eyes were looking at her face instead of her chest. "I dreamed of Cedric's death. I saw everything- I saw you, and Wormtail, and the graveyard," she said, her words blurring together.
"Hold on, start over," Harry said, grasping her shoulders in with his two warm, large Seeker hands. Azera grabbed a handful of his robe in her fist.
"I dreamed of Cedric's death," she whispered, closing her eyes and resting her head on Harry's chest. "It was awful."
"I know, babe," Harry said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her petite frame close to him. "I know."
Azera reached her arms around his neck, playing with his hair, which happened to be a valuable comfort source for her. "What where you doing down here, anyway?" she murmured into his chest. Harry exhaled, the force of his breath stirring her hair around her shoulders.
"I was waiting," he whispered.
"Waiting for what?"
"Waiting for him to come back," he said, leaning his head onto her shoulder and burying his face into her hair. "But he's not going to come back?"
"Who?" she said, sensing that it was her turn to comfort.
"Sirius."