Last chapter before Order of the Phoenix, hope it's ok. So, I hope to be finished with this by the time I get back to post, then I'll post one chapter a day until I'm done. I don't know if I'll continue with Jen. But nothing is certain yet.

silentC: This is Daisy's chapter. I hope I did her justice. The next one will have a lot more of her.

When I awoke, Draco was gone. After a moment of panic, I heard the water running. He must be in the bathroom. I snuggled down in the sheets and let the smell of him wash over me. Looking over at the bedside table, I saw a letter addressed to me.

Sitting up, I snatched it from its perch and ripped it open. It was from Harry.

Welcome home, Jen,

Okay, so I talked to the guys (and girls) and we've decided that Saturday, we're going to Diagon Alley together. Come with us, it'll be great fun. Oh, and try not to bring the Death Eater. What's the use? You're bringing him anyway.

Saturday, Noon, Flourish and Blotts, be there.

Harry.

Today was Saturday. Draco walked into the room. Better ask him now. "Can we go to Diagon Alley today?" I asked without mentioning my intentions.

He stopped in his tracks. He had a towel around his waist. Nothing else. I was melting. "I guess we could. I was thinking that we could talk about the wedding, but we can go there and talk later," he stated.

I smiled at him. "Good. We're going to meet Harry and them there at noon and I figured it was a good time to tell them the news. And maybe I could go look for a dress too," I remark, making eyes at his chest.

"What?" he asked once he noticed my strange looks. "What are you looking at?"

"It's just amazing," I huffed, still looking at his exposed body.

"What's amazing?" he drawled, leaning against the doorframe. Casually, he looked at his nails, thinking he knew what was coming.

"Just that you can stand there like that and not kiss me," I smiled, turning away from him and stretching. His eyes widened in complete shock. "After all," I continued, "I am irresistible."

He laughed and dove on the bed to give my neck a shower of kisses. After I had been totally satisfied, I pushed him off, and began rummaging through my bags for some clean clothes.

***

After my shower, Draco called up for some breakfast. "See," he started, "the best part about being rich is, you never have to leave your room." We ate mostly in silence; the food was too good to talk through.

By the time we were done, we had just enough time to run around gathering money in a blind panic before we needed to leave. With Floo powder in hand, we made our way to Diagon Alley.

The Alley was crowded, but that was usual. Many people were out and about gathering things for the huge party at Voldemort's conviction. "Why don't they just sentence him and get it over with?" I over heard a large man saying, "We all know he did it." Some people's lack of justice is appalling.

Draco grabbed my hand as he led me through the crowd to the bookstore. Sure enough, outside the store was the usual crowd. Ron and Lavender were holding hands, Harry was nuzzling some girl's neck, and Hermione stood between them.

I always admired Hermione for her level-headedness, but it still amazes me that she could be so calm about Harry and this girl. It was obvious that no one but Harry liked her. They were all at least a step away from the couple, like, "We don't know those crazy people, even if one of them is Harry Potter."

But Draco didn't even stop for a second. He ran right up to the group, pushing me around to complete the circle. Hermione screamed and hugged me. "God, kid-o, how you been?" I asked, pushing away. I had started calling them all "kid-o" soon after I had told them my real age. After all, I was about seven years older than them.

"Good, good," Hermione nodded, taking my hands. Her eyes got huge as her right hand probed my left. "God! It's huge!" she screamed, looking at the ring like it was the most delicious candy in the world. Lavender came up behind her and screamed also. I laughed and just smiled while I thought, "Girls" with an exasperated sigh.

"My, my," Lavender shook her head, "what a mighty fine ring." I always imagined her as the southern bell of England. In my mind, she always spoke with a southern accent.

Pushing the girls aside, Ron stepped up for his hug. He reached down, grabbed my waist and lifted me up, half spinning. He was almost a foot taller than me. I gave him a little kiss on the cheek as he set me down to face Harry.

Harry didn't even look up. He kept kissing that girl's neck. My smile wavered. The girl cleared her throat and nudged Harry a bit. "Oh," he said, not moving from his position around the girl. "Pleased to meet you." I looked at the people around me. They just shrugged, as he went back to the kissing.

The girl nudged him again. Harry looked up at her confused. She just made a gesture between him and me. "Oh, right," he cooed. "This is Daisy, my fiancée," he said between kisses. The girl, Daisy, I guess, lifted her left hand and flashed a ring in my face. It wasn't as big as mine, but it made for nice bling. When I didn't take her hand, she lifted it and pushed the wavy black hair out of her olive face.

I looked at Hermione. She just shrugged and turned to talk to Draco. I turned back to Harry, still kissing, and Daisy, who looked like she was truly enjoying it. This was going to be a long week.