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As for the grammar, I re-read every chapter two or three times before posting it. But I'm sure I still make quite a few mistakes, but I'm trying hard to keep them to a minimum. I'll re-read chapter 4 again and see if I can spot some more :-) .

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"This is so nice," Grace sighed dreamily after a while. Her head was still resting on Harry's shoulder while Harry put his left arm around her tiny frame, pulling her closer to him, the fingers of their other hands still entwined.

He could do nothing but agree with her. It was the most relaxing feeling he had experienced in the entire time subsequent to Sirius's death. And that was truly amazing to him.

The girl on his side gave him the impression of being alive once again. The part of him that died along with Sirius wasn't going to come to life again, but still the intense anguish was lifting noticeably, he could breathe once more.

Watching the waves of the lake's shore crush against the bank playfully, he tried hard to not let any dark thoughts tear down this sensation of contentment. The sound of the oak tree's leaves rustling faintly, combined with the soft chirping of birds perfected this atmosphere properly.  

He looked at their hands, picked hers up and pulled it close to his face, looking at her shiny fingernails and eventually turned it around, tracing the lines on her palm with his finger.

"Can you unravel the future by looking at my hand," Grace smiled at him.

"Well I can't, but there are certainly people who think they can really well," An image of Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil came to his mind, absorbing every word Professor Trelawney uttered, with an enchanted look on their faces.

"It's called Chiromancy. Interpreting the lines on a hand is occasionally used to predict the future, look into the past or to simply discover lost objects. But it's a very obscure science. And I wouldn't think of it as very accurate."


He thought of the various occasions where Professor Trelawney had predicted his premature death in the course of the school years when he took Divination.

And to make it even more implausible, she foretold him a very long and satisfying life with loads of children in his fifth year, after learning about him upsetting her arch-enemy, Professor Umbridge. So he came to the conclusion that it really has to do a lot with the mood the "seer" is in at that precise moment…

"That's really interesting," Grace mumbled. "Is that some hobby of yours?"

"Oh no," Harry laughed, imaging Ron hearing someone say that some part of Divination was his hobby.

"I just came across it at some point of time. Read about it a little. But I wouldn't say that I studied it extensively." And that was just so true, he thought grinning.

-- "Hey, I asked you something," he suddenly heard Grace saying, noticing at last that she had turned to look at him, smiling sweetly.

"Now what can I do to get your attention?" she teased him, squeezing his hand a little.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, blushing. "What were you saying?"

"I was asking you about that nightmare that you had… What did you really dream about before I woke you up?"

"Wh, what?" apprehensively Harry turned to look at her himself, perplexed by this question. He fearfully started to wonder what it is she heard exactly. He cursed himself for falling asleep in the middle of the day when he perfectly well knew that Grace was coming by…

Truth to be told he hadn't slept without having strange dreams at all these past weeks so he should have known… But then again he didn't expect her to just walk in on him, sleeping in the back yard…

"Well you were saying something about a dark Ford or something? I couldn't understand it properly and I didn't want to eavesdrop on you, so I decided to wake you up. But to be honest, you looked terrified.

And I can't quite believe that you were dreaming about getting detention." She added, thoughtfully. "That really can't be that bad. Even at some Scottish school," she smirked.

"What else did you hear me say," he demanded of her, now feeling positively nervous.

"Not that much, it's more the way you acted. You were tossing around and all. And you had that terrified look on your face." She paused.

"Now I'm really good at guessing people's thoughts," she continued, now in a more cheerful tone. "My friends essentially used to ask me if I could read people's minds." She giggled, and all at once seemed to be deep in thoughts.

Now Harry didn't think this was reason to laugh at all. He wasn't the one to be surprised by these "unnatural" abilities, for there was hardly anything that could astonish him at all.  


But this girl… she couldn't be…. Harry sighed.

Now this was just nonsense. But then he admitted to himself that it wasn't a far-fetched thought for him to be suspicious about new acquaintances since he already spent his entire fourth year at school in the company of what he thought was the ex-Auror Mad-Eye Moody – who eventually turned out to be an impostor, working for Voldemort and handing Harry to him at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, which finally let to Voldemort's resurrection.

"Let me guess," Grace said, turning to face him. "Hmh, difficult… Are you closing your mind or something," she smiled her dazzling smile again, that being enough to put Harry in a sort of trance.

She then reached out her hands and put them on each side of his head, messaging his temples with her slim fingers…

"I can sense a strong tension that has been built up," she murmured mysteriously, a smile still playing around lips. "Am I right?"

If you only knew… Now I really can't trust anyone so easily. Harry thought dully, while his world seemed to be spinning around. He became really dizzy. His eyes were now closed but he could feel Grace's breath on his face, so close to his own…

"Since you chose not to answer me, I should be right…" she went on. "Seems like you were just thinking about whether or not you should tell me your real dream…

--And if you can trust me!"

Harry opened his eyes immediately. This can't be possible, he thought frantically. It was a good guess, nothing else. And not a very hard one either…

He searched her face, looking intensely at her. She smiled contently and turned back to sit next to him.

"Now tell me, how close was I?" she asked. "And don't tell me I wasn't right at all because that's simply impossible. It's nearly supernatural! Usually I'm always right."

Harry swallowed hard and chose not to answer. This was getting spooky. There was undoubtedly more to this girl than what simply met the eye. 

"We should be going now," he said, getting up, hoping to change the subject without offending her.

But sure enough, when he turned to face her, her gorgeous face darkened.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Now you don't have to be sorry," Harry replied quickly, not wanting to upset her. "I might tell you soon. It's just that… I don't really feel like talking about it now. I don't want to spoil this nice moment."


It seemed like he struck the right nerve there. Grace beamed at him.

"And besides," he added, returning her smile, "we should get back; this boat owner didn't look all too friendly to me."

"You're right, let's go," Grace agreed.

Harry reached out to get hold of each of her hands, pulling her upwards. He must have pulled a little too strongly for she stumbled and he caught her in his arms, holding her, their faces inches apart. Trying to make a mental image of what she looked like in this precise moment, he felt all common sense drift away. It seemed to him as if the world solely consisted of him and the girl in his arms, glancing into his eyes apprehensively.

Getting all his courage together he reached out, letting his fingers run through her silvery hair, parting its silky strands easily with his fingers. Breathing became an extremely difficult business all of a sudden and he wondered if it was possible that he couldn't manage to do two things at one time…

Grace lifted up her right hand and let her finger run gently over the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. He shivered a little under her touch.

She leaned in even closer. Harry closed his eyes, not exactly knowing what to expect. A fraction of a second later he felt her lips, kissing him very softly on his cheek.

He opened his eyes, seeing her drawing back from him.


"We really should be going now; I don't want to get in trouble with this horrible man over there." She said, not looking at him but turning her back to him, starting to make her way down to the boat.

Harry followed her, feeling utterly stunned by what has just happened.

A/N: I know that there hasn't been that much going on in this chapter, but I'm already working on chapter 6 which has a lot more going on and a drastic turn of events is about to approach!

So please let me know if you hated this chapter, hate me for writing it :-) or if you even like it a little and if you are anxious to know what's going to happen next…  ;-) 

Bye bye…