Harry giggled in his sleep. Something felt nice for some reason. He slowly opened his eyes to see Malfoy sitting on top of him. "GAH!!!" he screeched. He began swiping madly in front of him as the image disappeared. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT???" he cried.
"Harry, what's going on?" Ron asked drowsily.
"Go back to sleep, Harry, you must have had a nightmare," Seamus said angrily.
At first Harry thought it was just a dream. "No, this was too realistic to be just a nightmare… but what could it have been?" he thought aloud. Suddenly it came to him. He raced out of bed. "PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL!" he bellowed, running toward her quarters.
Without warning, the door of the spare girls' dorm swung open. "Mr. Malfoy! Miss Labadie?" Professor McGonagall screeched.
The two quickly sat up. "Nothing happened!" Amy began to protest.
"Nothing happened… NOTHING HAPPENED?" the professor repeated in outrage. "Look at your neck and tell me that nothing happened!" A fresh trail of red marks had appeared on Amy's neck. "In all my years of teaching, NEVER have I seen such behavior! I would have expected better from you, Miss Labadie. 60 points from Slytherin for being out of your quarters after hours and in the Gryffindor spare girls' dormitory, no less. 50 points for letting any of this go on! I just hope that you didn't…"
"NO!" Amy shrieked. "Nothing like that happened."
"Just in case, both of you come with me. We are going straight to Headmaster Dumbledore on the matter," Professor McGonagall insisted. The two followed her out the door.
Before Draco could leave the room, Harry stepped in front of him. "If you did anything to my sister, Malfoy, I'll personally make sure that you aren't well enough to play Quidditch ever again," he hissed.
"Step off, Potter, your sister is still a virgin," Malfoy snapped.
"Potter, back to your dorm," McGonagall ordered.
When the three reached the headmaster's office, surprisingly he did not seem the least bit drowsy, only somewhat disappointed.
"Do you realize the seriousness of the situation?" he asked them both.
"I did NOT sleep with her!" Draco insisted.
"Mr. Malfoy, please keep a civil tone," Professor McGonagall began to protest.
"Spell check me for all I care, nothing happened between us! Ok, bad choice of words. I kissed her, and I'm sure you've given a girl a hickey before, Professor Dumbledore, haven't you???" he cried out angrily.
He was in awed when Dumbledore did not give him a week's worth of detention for the comment. Instead, he only answered calmly. "As true as that may be, I don't appreciate students gallivanting at night. It is not proper for students of your age to be found in a dorm of the opposite sex. And as for a spell, I will take your word for it," he informed them. "She doesn't look nearly frazzled enough," he thought to himself. "Do you two understand me completely?"
"Yes, professor," the two answered solemnly.
"Now, if you two would be so kind as to wait a few moments, Professor McGonagall and I will think of your punishment," he said, standing up and walking into another room.
Amy and Draco say quietly in the office, not exchanging any words or even any glances. Draco wondered if Amy was ashamed. Amy wondered if his family would punish Draco for all of this.
"I'm sorry," the two said exactly at the same time.
"What for?" Amy asked first.
"For all the Gryffindors who are going to gawk at your neck tomorrow," Draco smirked. "What are you sorry about?"
"For a sound lashing that you are going to get when you get back home," Amy answered. "I pressured you into this."
Draco shook his head. "You did not pressure me into any of this. We both did this knowing what could happen. And I don't regret it," he told her. "I"-
He did not have a chance to finish. Both professors walked back into the office with a bottle at hand. They handed one bottle of a strange, cloudy orange mixture. "Drink," Professor McGonagall said simply. The two teens hesitantly downed the concoction. Luckily it had a sweet taste.
"Now, Miss Labadie, I want you to touch Mr. Malfoy on the arm," Professor Dumbledore instructed. She did as she was told. As her finger came in contact with his flesh, she felt a sharp feeling run through her arm. Draco felt as well as the two were pushed backwards about a foot. "That was the effect of the Electric Elixir," Professor Dumbledore explained.
"Every time you two come in contact with each other, you feel a small shock and then be sent backwards. The harder or longer you touch, the more painful the shock and the farther back you are shot. If you attempt to even say each other's name, you will feel a small shock," Professor McGonagall explained.
"That's not fair, what about all those blokes in the Astronomy Tower?" Draco protested.
"They are not in the dorm of the opposite sex, Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall answered coldly. "Now, back to bed with both of you. Your OWN bed, I might add."
As the two left, Headmaster Dumbledore looked to Professor McGonagall. "Do you think we are being to harsh? After all, this is the third time someone was caught in another dorm or another house's tower."
"And each time the same punishment was used. Although, I have to say, the first pair was a bit of an exception," Professor McGonagall smirked, looking to the blushing headmaster.
***
The next day, the story of the previous night's events got quickly throughout the entire school. Just about every student had heard about "Draco Malfoy sneaking into Harry Potter's sister's room and having a snog-fest." In fact, the story ran strong for about a week, like the little trail of red marks on Amy's neck.
Amy tried to keep her head high and ignore what everyone kept saying, but it was hard when most of her peers in Gryffindor totally ignored and shunned her. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were far too shocked to say a word to her.
Draco, however, had somehow become a hero to the Slytherins. They had managed to make up their own version of the story.
"That was absolutely terrific!" Blaise cheered.
"What are you talking about?" Malfoy asked him in confusion.
"Don't act like you don't know!" Pansy laughed. "You totally set up that girl and fed her to the wolves."
"At first we were wondering if you had done a 180° on us, boss," Crabbe said.
"But when we heard about this we knew you had a plan all along, one even better than the beard," Goyle finished.
Draco began to protest. "No, wait you"-
"You rat!" cried a voice behind him. Someone tugged on the sleeve of his robes and spun him around. It was Amethyst. "Is this true? You lied to me, yet again!"
"No, they've go it wrong," Draco tried to say, but his comrades drowned his voice out.
"You bet he did!" Millicent giggled.
Amethyst looked like she was going to die right on the spot. "Give me one good reason not to turn into a fox and eat out your heart," she seethed. "Oh, wait. I've already got one. I can't, since you apparently don't have a heart."
"No, please, Amethyst, you aren't going to believe them, are you?" Draco tried to ask, but he hardly managed to get her name out before feeling the shock in his mouth.
"I don't want to hear anymore lies from you!" she screeched. From her pocket she pulled something out. It was the white rose. "I hope you find someone just as cruel as you one day. Give this to her." She threw it to the ground with all her sorrow and anger. The dry petals fell off on impact.
Draco's heart shattered with the rose. He couldn't think of anything to say as his throat grew a lump in the middle. As he turned to look at her she walked right up to him and punched his jaw. As the her hand landed on her jaw the two felt a sharp shock run through their bodies as they flew backwards into opposite sides of the hallway.
He slowly stood up and brushed himself off. "You risked getting thrown back into a wall and shocking yourself to punch me?" he inquired unbelievingly.
"It was worth it to feel my fist make contact with your jaw and then see you sent sprawling back," Amy seethed through tears, running away.
Draco contemplated staying and basking in the limelight of the other Slytherins or chasing after her, but someone pulled him back. "Good job, jerk," hissed Harry. "I still think she was crazy for caring, because what she saw in you, I have no clue. You played her, just like you play EVERYONE."
"Don't flatter me, Potter," Draco spat back. "She didn't care for me. If she did, she wouldn't have listened to them. Besides… I don't really care for her either, the only friends I need are standing around me," his mind whispered as he tried to lie to himself. "You think your sister would've ever really cared for the enemy of her twin brother?"
"Yes, I do, and here comes the reason right now," Harry told him, pointing to Dumbledore, who was walking there way.
"Mr. Malfoy a word with you?" he asked.
"Sure… anything to get me away from Potter," Malfoy muttered.
He followed the headmaster into an empty room. "Mr. Malfoy, it has come to my attention, well, no, actually let me get straight to the point. You may attend Hogsmeade trips for the rest of the year," Professor Dumbledore informed him.
"I am? Why?" Draco asked, but then hoped his protest would not cause a change.
"It's a bit of a long story, care to sit?" suggested Dumbledore. The two took seats at one of the tables.
"I was sitting at my desk reading through the morning paper. You know, that serial killer hasn't struck recently, but they are still searching. Suddenly your young friend came running into my office.
"'Please let him go,' she panted.
"At first I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about. She looked a bit tired, it seemed like she had run from Gryffindor Tower all the way to my office, so I let her rest up a bit before I asked what did she mean. When she finally finished taking her hands off her knees she pulled something from her pocket. I was amazed to see that it was a white rose.
"'Thank you, but bribery won't take that spell off of you or Draco,' I told to her half jokingly.
"She smiled and slightly laughed. 'No, that's not what it is for. Please let Draco go to the winter Hogsmeade trip,' she pleaded. Suddenly she grabbed her mouth, obviously feeling the static shock from the potion.
"'Amethyst, you really are in no position to be talking about him,' I suggested, but she ignored me.
"She proceeded to explain. 'No, you don't understand. Don't punish him for giving me the beard or making me sick. He didn't know. Besides, two days after I was sent to the Hospital Wing he came to see me and apologized with everything in his heart. This is the proof. This white rose is around two months old. Check it if you must, but just let him go,' she insisted.
"What was I to do? The mixed look of sorrow and pity on her face was too genuine to be lying. And so I'm allowing you pass to the rest of the year's Hogsmeade trips," Professor Dumbledore explained.
"Thank you, professor," Draco thanked despondently.
"Is there something the matter, Draco?" Dumbledore asked. "Because of this displeases you I can always reassign the punishment."
"No, it's nothing like that," Draco slightly laughed. He wondered if Dumbledore knew that the rose was now sitting in the hallway in pieces on the floor, probably being trampled on by hundreds of passer-by.
"Well, good afternoon then," Professor Dumbledore said. "Oh, and just to let you know, this doesn't mean I'm taking the spell off you two." With that he left.
Draco slumped back into the seat. "Even if you did, she'll never say my name again, let alone touch me," he sighed.
***
Amy raced back to Gryffindor Tower, screaming the password as she approached the portrait. The Fat Lady quickly swung aside, which was good, because Amy had not slowed down a bit. She kept running until she was all the way back to her dorm. When she got there, she slammed the door shut and threw her books at the ground.
"Oh, good, I was wondering when you would get here," said a voice from the window.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had chased Amy from the spot in the hall where she and Draco had their big fight, heard a great scream as they entered the common room.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE YOU GREAT BIG SOGGY ZUCCHINI BREAD??? HELP ME! THERE'S A STRANGE MAN AND A SHRIVELED RAISIN-LIKE MUNCHKIN IN MY ROOM!" she screeched at the top of her lungs.
They quickly raced to her dorm and shoved open the door. "Sirius?" the three asked.
"Well this is an interesting welcome from my goddaughter," Sirius Black thought, folding his arms.
"Your… you are Sirius Black?" Amy questioned unbelievingly. "You are Harry's godfather?"
"And yours too unless I'm quite mistaken," Sirius added.
Amy's jaw slightly dropped. "You look so familiar," she told him.
"Wanted posters for my capture hang all around the world I am sure," Sirius suggested.
"Well, yes, but you look more familiar than just that. The last I saw you, your hair was much shorter and you had on… a white bib of some sort… You were at our birth!" she finally declared.
Sirius look mildly impressed. "You remember that far back? You have Lily's memory, but James' eyes." Both of them stood there awkwardly for a minute. "Uh… I don't know if you are accustomed to hugging or not…"
Amy's eyes grew bright. "Of course I am! I just wasn't sure if you were!" she cried, running over to hug him.
"Well, that explains the strange man, but a raisin-like munchkin?" asked Hermione.
"That would be Dobby," said a small man with big pointy ears and pink tinged skin walked from behind a bed. "Dobby was wanting to help Harry Potter's godfather get into the room," he explained. "Dobby also was wanting to meet Harry Potter's twin."
Amy turned around and knelt down. "Nice to meet you, Dobby," she smiled. She then turned to head to Harry and mouthed, "Who is this???"
"Dobby, this is Amethyst Labadie, my sister. Amy, this is Dobby the house elf," Harry introduced.
"A house elf?" repeated Amy.
"You've never heard of a house elf before?" Ron inquired.
"Well… yes, but there aren't any in America. They banned that the same time as they banned African American Slavery," Amy explained.
"I told you it was a bad idea," Hermione muttered. Harry and Ron did their best to ignore her. After her fourth year campaign against house-elves, Ron and Harry decided just to overlook whenever Hermione brought up the subject.
"Amy, as much as we hate to break up this happy reunion, but we have to talk to you," Harry interrupted.
"Oh… about…that…" Amy sighed, sitting on the bed.
"Yes, about that," Harry replied, taking a seat next to her. "Why didn't you just tell us?"
"Why didn't she just tell you what?" asked Sirius. The four teens looked from one to the other. Finally Amy got up the courage and told him. "You did that with the son of Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape's prized student?"
Amy nodded, embarrassed. "I didn't tell you because I knew that you would tell me that I was stark raving mad for ever thinking that there was possibly some good in him. He seemed to be a fragile child in the shell of an arrogant man. I thought maybe he just… was pressured by his father, who apparently abuses him, unless that was a lie too," she sighed.
"Well, we still think you are a bit mad," agreed Ron.
"Ron!" Hermione snapped.
Sirius knelt down in front of her and took her hand. "You know, your mother and father met that way," he told her.
"Dad wasn't in Slytherin and neither was Mom," Harry recalled.
"True, but when we first got to school, they were absolute enemies. They hated each other on every level. Your mom thought your dad was a stupid show off on a broom and you dad thought your mom was a book geek. But, the truth was that they admired each other greatly. It was a good thing they had me for a friend or they never would've found out," Sirius explained with pride. "So maybe he was playing you, but deep down, um… VERY deep down, he may admire you yet."
"You could have at least told us," said Hermione. "We would have listened," she told her, then looking at Ron she added, "Maybe."
Suddenly something started beeping. Sirius looked to a watch like band around his wrist. "Sorry, times up. Ok, Dobby, I'm ready to go. I'm sorry we didn't get more of a chance to chat, Amethyst, but you can owl me. Oh, that reminds me." He handed her a slip of paper.
Amy took the paper as she said to him, "Actually… it's a hawk." She looked at he paper. "A Hogsmeade permission slip!" She looked up to thank him, but he was gone. "Where did he go?"
"It's a Sirius thing," Harry smiled, hugging Amy by the shoulders.
***
Harry and Hermione walked aimlessly through the streets of Hogsmeade while Ron and Amy were wandering through Honeydukes, Ron marveling at his companion's sweet tooth. The two sneakily grabbed "free samples" while no one was watching and laughed at themselves for their childish behavior.
"Ron, don't look up," Amethyst giggled.
"Why?" Ron was ready to ask when the girl placed a kiss on his cheek. He turned beet red as Amy answered him.
"Ok, you can look up now," she laughed. Mistletoe hung right above them.
Draco was trying to persuade a younger student to buy an acid pop when he spotted the two friends. He smirked. "Giving charity around the holidays, Potter?" he sneered, walking towards them. "I'll have you warn you, however, Weasley is going to need a lot more than just that if ever wanted to support his pauper family."
Ron looked ready to jump Malfoy when Amy took up her cool voice from the beginning of the year and replied. "Look around you, sweetie, this store is a mine of mistletoe. In fact… I think that you have a customer waiting, Malfoy." She pointed behind him.
Draco nearly gagged as an old crone kissed, more like slobbered, his cheek. "Ugh! Get away!" he cried.
Ron and Amy laughed uncontrollably as they ran out of the store to avoid any more confrontation. When they got far enough from the store, they stopped to catch their breath. After they finished panting they began bursting into peels of laughter once more.
"That was bloody funny!" Ron laughed. "We have to tell Hermione and Harry about that one!"
"Oh look!" Amy pointed. "Its them at the entrance to Dervish and Banges!" The two began to make their way through the crowd when Amy heard something. She quickly spun around to see what it was, but nothing was there. Thinking she was either paranoid or still too happy about what had just happened, she shook it off.
"Harry, the greatest thing since Mad-Eye Moody just happened in Honeydukes!" Ron cried as he made his way to his friends.
"Did someone turn Malfoy into a bouncing gummy ferret and bite off his head?" asked Harry half hopingly.
"Close, but even better!" Ron exclaimed.
"Tell us on the way to the castle," said Hermione. "It's getting really late and terribly cold!" The four began to walk toward the castle when Amy stopped. "Aren't you coming?" Hermione asked.
Amy threw a look over her shoulder and then turned back. "Yes, I just wanted to look for something for my parents, though," she lied. "I'll catch up with you later, ok?" The others nodded and she ran off. When she finally slowed down she was standing in front of the Shrieking Shack. "What do you want?" her mind asked.
"Come to me…" a voice cooed.
Amy took a few steps forward, vanishing into the crowds of people. When the crowd cleared, she had vanished.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~