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Hermione walked into the Potion's dungeon with Isabel. Harry and Ron were already at work on some very moldy looking cauldrons.
"Hey Hermione!" Ron yelled not taking notice to Isabel's presence. Hermione walked over to them smiling. If she had to be stuck in detention she's glad it was with her three best friends.
"Hullo Isabel, grab a cauldron." Harry threw a her a sponge. She jumped back quickly as it flew over her head, and caught it.
Harry's jaw dropped "Whoa, good reflexes." She blushed deep scarlet. 'Harry Potter just gave me a compliment.' "You know we could use someone you on the Quidditch team." Ron kicked Harry in the shins under the table. "Oww! But Ron already has that position taken." He glared at his best friend.
"Oh well, I was planning on trying out." Isabel directed towards Ron. "That is if Ron can take the completion?"
"Well I've been practicing all summer. How long have you?"
"That's just great, but I've been waiting for this chance since I first got to Hogwarts. Besides I already have Fred and George's votes. All I need is two more." Isabel retorted.
"Fred and George? How can you have there votes? Their Ron's brother." Hermione questioned. Judging by the look on her face she thought the fact that Fred and George would choose Isabel over there own blood was an outrage.
"I'll have you know Hermione, Fred and George are the closest thing I have to best friends." She was getting angry, if it was possible she'd have steam coming out of her ears.
Harry could feel the tension rising. "We better get working, the water is over there Isabel."
"Here Hermione you can share mine." Ron replied. The tips of his ears turned red. "I mean just so you don't have to walk all the way over to the sink." He added quickly, after Harry raised his eyebrows at him. Looking at Harry again Ron realized he wasn't fooled, Harry was grinning.
Isabel walked over and sat next to Harry. Harry raised his head up from his cauldron and looked at her. "Isabel?"
"Hm?" She didn't look up.
"I was wondering, what did Snape mean when he said that he didn't expect that damage from you of all people. I mean you are a Gryffindor."
"Oh, well I'm just one of his favorite students." She answered simply. Still not looking up from her cauldron, not wanting to meet his emerald eyes.
Both Ron and Harry looked at her flabbergasted. "But you're a Gryffindor." Ron repeated Harry's statement.
"H-er-he" She stammered. What am I supposed to say? If they knew the truth they would surely never trust me again. "He knew someone in my family. So he just treats me nicely I guess."
Hermione raised her eyebrows from across the table. "And how does he know this mysterious family member?" Ron asked her curiously. "He once was a Death Eater you know? We found that out last year. Not like it was that difficult." Harry could see Isabel felt very uncomfortable under Ron's glare. He couldn't blame her. Ron had just accused her of being related to a Death Eater. That was a very serious accusation, to them anyway. "Ron, knock it off. I highly doubt Isabel's knows a Death Eater." He paused realizing what they had just said out loud, he surveyed the room. "By the way where is Snape?"
"I don't know" Hermione replied who was now looking around the room also. "Do you think he left us alone?"
Just then a shadow emerged from the corner. "You know Granger for being so smart you sure are stupid sometimes. It must just be that dirty blood running through your veins." replied sarcastic voice.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron groaned. "Shouldn't you be in a pit somewhere with your other snake friends?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, That's not very nice Weasel. Especially since Professor Snape left me in charge. Now what would that be, 10 points from Gryffindor?"
"You can't take points away from us. It's against the rules. No student can take house points away from another." Isabel stated.
"Well now aren't you a little know-it-all, looks like mudblood here may have some competition. But I see you're the new Dream Team member. I thought you'd have more sense then to join them. But now the group is complete." He laughed. "Two traitors, the hero, and oh yes the dirty little mudblood."
"Don't call her that." Ron's fists clenched. He had had enough of that name. He has no right to say that.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Oh I'll show you." Ron bolted out of his stool, knocking it over, his fists in balls. But Hermione stood up with him and touched him gently on the arm. "Ron it's not worth it."
"You better get cleaning Weasel. To bad you don't get paid for it. Your family could use the money." He stalked over to Snape's desk on the other side of the room, watching them.
"I can't believe Snape left him in charge." Harry whispered. The last thing they needed was Malfoy telling on them for insulting him.
"Just ignore him." Hermione mumbled.
After an hour had gone by Malfoy got bored with them and started observing his wand. "Ollivander, your grandfather makes great wands." The four of them looked up at him. 'Was he actually complimenting her?' Hermione thought. "Now I get why you dated her Weasley, to get a free polish once and a while right?" He looked up smirking.
"What you two dated?" Harry asked getting to the question before Hermione.
Ron looked at Malfoy in shock then turned to Hermione. "Well, err."
"Ron answer the question." Hermione shouted.
"We dated second year. Only for a couple of weeks though." Isabel spoke up. Harry and Hermione looked as though Ms. Norris was just named Headmistress. "Oh well then," Hermione looked at the clock. "I guess we should get to work. Oh look at those pots over there. I better go clean them." She walked quickly over to the far side of the room trying to not notice Malfoy's gaze.
"You and Isabel? I never would have guessed. You act like you hate each other. I didn't know you had a girlfriend second year." Harry asked, he didn't seem very upset about it, actually he seemed down right happy about it.
"That's the point Harry, know one was suppose to know. Especially not Hermione. I mean look at her." Ron glanced over at Hermione, who was scrubbing like crazy. Isabel had gone to dump out her bucket of water.
"Well this means she likes you right?"
"Why would I care if she likes me." Ron blushed.
"Oh come off it Ron, your head over heels for her. I know you are, even if you don't admit it." Harry stated. "Am I that obvious?" Ron confessed quietly. "Are you kidding? Hermione is probably the only person in the school who doesn't get it yet. I mean even the teachers know." Ron sighed. "Don't worry, I mean she hasn't told me anything yet but, this does means she likes you right. You saw her face." "I guess, or maybe she just doesn't like the fact that I snogged one of her best friends." Ron put his head in the palms of his hands. "I don't know."
"You snogged her? What was she like?" Harry asked.
"Harry your not helping much." Ron looked up at Harry questioningly. "Besides why do you care?"
"No reason." He turned so he was facing Malfoy. "That guy thinks he's so cool. I hate him!"
"Don't change the subject Harry, do you really fancy her? More than Cho?" Ron kept staring at him.
Harry was feeling a little uncomfortable under Ron's stare, now he understood completely why Isabel squirmed in her seat. "No of course not! I might actually have a chance with Cho. I don't want to ruin my chances with her." Ron looking pleased and turned his attention back to the cauldron he was cleaning. "I think?" Harry added in a mutter so Ron couldn't hear.
Back in the corner Hermione was counting down the minutes to detention to be over. 'Why did Malfoy have to ruin everything? I mean I was having so much fun, well as much fun as you can have in one of Snape's detentions. And now I find out Ron once snogged my friends? How could this be? When did it happen? Ok think of something else Hermione.' She told herself. Hermione looked around the room. 'Isabel was scrubbing very hard onto her cauldron, Harry was staring at Isabel, and Malfoy was staring at her. Wait rewind why is Malfoy staring at me?' Hermione looked away. Then looked out of the corner of her eye at him again. 'He's coming over!'
"Granger." He said in his normal cold hearted voice.
"Malfoy, I'm not in the mood."
"In the mood for what?" He brushed her bushy brown hair behind her ear. 'What is he doing? Is he actually touching me?' She thought once again to herself.
She turned around quickly. "I'm not in the mood for you Malfoy!" She glanced at the clock, 8 o'clock on the dot. "Now if you don't mind I'm am leaving." Hermione grabbed her books as quickly as possible and practically ran up the stairs out of sight.
"Ron this is your chance to talk to her. Go!" Harry whispered waving him off.
"Right then, ok." Ron grabbed his cloak and started off to find Hermione. The corridors were pitch black with the exception of a few candles lit around the corners. "Hermione?" He whispered. She couldn't have got very far. He glanced around squinting to adjust his eyes to the darkness. Something scurried around the corner. "Hermione I know that's you." He walked around too quickly. By doing so he ran into someone which resulted on him falling onto the floor.
"What do you want Ron?" Hermione stood impatiently tapping her foot.
Propping himself up he replied. "Well, I wanted to talk to you about the thing that happened second year." He gulped hoping she respond the way he wanted her too. But she's Hermione she's never does anything he wants her to.
She turned her heel and headed back toward the Gryffindor house without saying a word. Now standing up he ran after her
"Hermione what is your problem, why won't you listen to me?"
"Ron do you call everyone you date a thing, oh I just went with that thing to the ball last year?" She replied sarcastically. She picked up her speed.
"You've got to be kidding me, why do you always have to bring up fourth year.. for Merlin's sake do you have to walk so fast?"
"Ron I don't want to talk right now." She was cut off by the Fat Lady.
"Password?"
"Leviosar." Ron yelled hurriedly.
"Ron it's not Leviosar it's Leviosa, honestly do you ever learn?" The portrait swung open and they walked inside.
"That doesn't matter Hermione, now that you did it."
"Well that sure does bring back memories." She muttered to herself. She started up the stairs to her dormitories.
"Hermione you know I can't go up there." Ron yelled.
'That's entirely the point. I swear he never quits.' She thought to herself. "Ron listen I am tired and I have loads of homework to finish. So I'll talk to you tomorrow." Slamming the door shut behind her she went and flopped onto her bed.
Back in the dungeon Isabel slowly picked up her cloak, folded it on her arm. She glanced at Harry who she noticed was eyeing her as well. She blushed at this and slowly moved up the stairs. 'Don't bother to try to talk to him Isabel, it's not like he's going to want too anyway. I mean you did snog his best friend.' She told herself. Throwing her cloak over her shoulders she walked into the corridor.
"Hey Isabel wait up." She turned quickly to see Harry jogging up after her. "You weren't seriously going to leave me in there with Malfoy were you?" She giggled, a childlike giggle. 'Oh stop don't do this again Isabel. Your acting like a love sick puppy.' She commanded herself. She started walking, Harry followed.
"I didn't think you'd want to talk to me. You know after the Ron thing." Isabel admitted.
"After Ron, no way. Ron snogs plenty of girls." Harry stopped. "Well not plenty more like a few. Well maybe not even a few."
Isabel couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Well I feel bad for Hermione I mean she took it pretty hard it seemed." Isabel stared at her feet.
"Don't worry about it Isabel. She's just jealous. Now she knows what Ron felt like. You know at the ball? When she was with Krum?" She nodded. "They just won't admit it to each other." Harry smiled at her. Isabel didn't reply. Harry frowned. "Come on you have to at least say that that helped a little, or it will make me feel bad." 'Did that just come out of my mouth?' Harry questioned himself. 'What is she doing to me? Why can I just talk to her like this for.'
"Yes Harry your making me feel a lot better. Thanks." Isabel looked up and stared into his eyes. 'Yeah Harry your making me feel a lot better, your making me want to come over a kiss you senselessly.'
"Good, now do you want to do the honors." He pointed to the portrait hole.
"Leviosa" It swung open.
"Great job." Harry walked in after her.
"It's not that hard." Isabel blushed. "Listen Isabel I was wondering if you could help me with my err., Charms homework." Isabel stood looking at him puzzled. "Well, I guess Harry. Let me go and get my things. I'll be back down in a couple minutes." Harry nodded in agreement as she started up the stairs.
Isabel sat in a chair in front of the fire in the Common Room reading. It was empty now except for Harry and herself. He laid on the couch across from her asleep, his charms book open in his hands. He had fallen asleep as Isabel was explaining the Reparius Charm. Laying her parchment and quill down on the table beside her and slowly rose out of her seat. She took a step closer to Harry, and then took another and another until she was right next to him. Slowly, she pulled the book out of his hands and grabbed a maroon blanket from behind Harry's head and draped it over his motionless body. "Sweet dreams Harry." She whispered kissing him lightly on the forehead. Well at least your getting used to being around him. Isabel told herself. Although he is sleeping. As she started for the stairs Harry's hand reached out and grabbed her arm. "Don't leave Isabel." Startled by this Isabel jumped. "Harry, I'm just going to go to bed, ok?" She undid his grasp, only to have it grab her again. With his eyes still shut tightly Harry whispered again. "Can't you stay here with me? Lay down." He shifted slightly, which left Isabel enough room to lie down next to him. She waited for a moment going through the pros and cons of lying down next to Harry in her head. When Harry spoke again it convinced her. "Please Isabel?" A smile broke across her face. Of course he can't be sleeping can he? Still how could anyone refuse that? She asked herself. Then slowly she slid down next to Harry, he laid his arm across her stomach as she did this. Ok he's defiantly not sleeping. She thought again. And then Isabel drifted asleep in Harry's arms.
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Hermione walked into the Potion's dungeon with Isabel. Harry and Ron were already at work on some very moldy looking cauldrons.
"Hey Hermione!" Ron yelled not taking notice to Isabel's presence. Hermione walked over to them smiling. If she had to be stuck in detention she's glad it was with her three best friends.
"Hullo Isabel, grab a cauldron." Harry threw a her a sponge. She jumped back quickly as it flew over her head, and caught it.
Harry's jaw dropped "Whoa, good reflexes." She blushed deep scarlet. 'Harry Potter just gave me a compliment.' "You know we could use someone you on the Quidditch team." Ron kicked Harry in the shins under the table. "Oww! But Ron already has that position taken." He glared at his best friend.
"Oh well, I was planning on trying out." Isabel directed towards Ron. "That is if Ron can take the completion?"
"Well I've been practicing all summer. How long have you?"
"That's just great, but I've been waiting for this chance since I first got to Hogwarts. Besides I already have Fred and George's votes. All I need is two more." Isabel retorted.
"Fred and George? How can you have there votes? Their Ron's brother." Hermione questioned. Judging by the look on her face she thought the fact that Fred and George would choose Isabel over there own blood was an outrage.
"I'll have you know Hermione, Fred and George are the closest thing I have to best friends." She was getting angry, if it was possible she'd have steam coming out of her ears.
Harry could feel the tension rising. "We better get working, the water is over there Isabel."
"Here Hermione you can share mine." Ron replied. The tips of his ears turned red. "I mean just so you don't have to walk all the way over to the sink." He added quickly, after Harry raised his eyebrows at him. Looking at Harry again Ron realized he wasn't fooled, Harry was grinning.
Isabel walked over and sat next to Harry. Harry raised his head up from his cauldron and looked at her. "Isabel?"
"Hm?" She didn't look up.
"I was wondering, what did Snape mean when he said that he didn't expect that damage from you of all people. I mean you are a Gryffindor."
"Oh, well I'm just one of his favorite students." She answered simply. Still not looking up from her cauldron, not wanting to meet his emerald eyes.
Both Ron and Harry looked at her flabbergasted. "But you're a Gryffindor." Ron repeated Harry's statement.
"H-er-he" She stammered. What am I supposed to say? If they knew the truth they would surely never trust me again. "He knew someone in my family. So he just treats me nicely I guess."
Hermione raised her eyebrows from across the table. "And how does he know this mysterious family member?" Ron asked her curiously. "He once was a Death Eater you know? We found that out last year. Not like it was that difficult." Harry could see Isabel felt very uncomfortable under Ron's glare. He couldn't blame her. Ron had just accused her of being related to a Death Eater. That was a very serious accusation, to them anyway. "Ron, knock it off. I highly doubt Isabel's knows a Death Eater." He paused realizing what they had just said out loud, he surveyed the room. "By the way where is Snape?"
"I don't know" Hermione replied who was now looking around the room also. "Do you think he left us alone?"
Just then a shadow emerged from the corner. "You know Granger for being so smart you sure are stupid sometimes. It must just be that dirty blood running through your veins." replied sarcastic voice.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron groaned. "Shouldn't you be in a pit somewhere with your other snake friends?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, That's not very nice Weasel. Especially since Professor Snape left me in charge. Now what would that be, 10 points from Gryffindor?"
"You can't take points away from us. It's against the rules. No student can take house points away from another." Isabel stated.
"Well now aren't you a little know-it-all, looks like mudblood here may have some competition. But I see you're the new Dream Team member. I thought you'd have more sense then to join them. But now the group is complete." He laughed. "Two traitors, the hero, and oh yes the dirty little mudblood."
"Don't call her that." Ron's fists clenched. He had had enough of that name. He has no right to say that.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Oh I'll show you." Ron bolted out of his stool, knocking it over, his fists in balls. But Hermione stood up with him and touched him gently on the arm. "Ron it's not worth it."
"You better get cleaning Weasel. To bad you don't get paid for it. Your family could use the money." He stalked over to Snape's desk on the other side of the room, watching them.
"I can't believe Snape left him in charge." Harry whispered. The last thing they needed was Malfoy telling on them for insulting him.
"Just ignore him." Hermione mumbled.
After an hour had gone by Malfoy got bored with them and started observing his wand. "Ollivander, your grandfather makes great wands." The four of them looked up at him. 'Was he actually complimenting her?' Hermione thought. "Now I get why you dated her Weasley, to get a free polish once and a while right?" He looked up smirking.
"What you two dated?" Harry asked getting to the question before Hermione.
Ron looked at Malfoy in shock then turned to Hermione. "Well, err."
"Ron answer the question." Hermione shouted.
"We dated second year. Only for a couple of weeks though." Isabel spoke up. Harry and Hermione looked as though Ms. Norris was just named Headmistress. "Oh well then," Hermione looked at the clock. "I guess we should get to work. Oh look at those pots over there. I better go clean them." She walked quickly over to the far side of the room trying to not notice Malfoy's gaze.
"You and Isabel? I never would have guessed. You act like you hate each other. I didn't know you had a girlfriend second year." Harry asked, he didn't seem very upset about it, actually he seemed down right happy about it.
"That's the point Harry, know one was suppose to know. Especially not Hermione. I mean look at her." Ron glanced over at Hermione, who was scrubbing like crazy. Isabel had gone to dump out her bucket of water.
"Well this means she likes you right?"
"Why would I care if she likes me." Ron blushed.
"Oh come off it Ron, your head over heels for her. I know you are, even if you don't admit it." Harry stated. "Am I that obvious?" Ron confessed quietly. "Are you kidding? Hermione is probably the only person in the school who doesn't get it yet. I mean even the teachers know." Ron sighed. "Don't worry, I mean she hasn't told me anything yet but, this does means she likes you right. You saw her face." "I guess, or maybe she just doesn't like the fact that I snogged one of her best friends." Ron put his head in the palms of his hands. "I don't know."
"You snogged her? What was she like?" Harry asked.
"Harry your not helping much." Ron looked up at Harry questioningly. "Besides why do you care?"
"No reason." He turned so he was facing Malfoy. "That guy thinks he's so cool. I hate him!"
"Don't change the subject Harry, do you really fancy her? More than Cho?" Ron kept staring at him.
Harry was feeling a little uncomfortable under Ron's stare, now he understood completely why Isabel squirmed in her seat. "No of course not! I might actually have a chance with Cho. I don't want to ruin my chances with her." Ron looking pleased and turned his attention back to the cauldron he was cleaning. "I think?" Harry added in a mutter so Ron couldn't hear.
Back in the corner Hermione was counting down the minutes to detention to be over. 'Why did Malfoy have to ruin everything? I mean I was having so much fun, well as much fun as you can have in one of Snape's detentions. And now I find out Ron once snogged my friends? How could this be? When did it happen? Ok think of something else Hermione.' She told herself. Hermione looked around the room. 'Isabel was scrubbing very hard onto her cauldron, Harry was staring at Isabel, and Malfoy was staring at her. Wait rewind why is Malfoy staring at me?' Hermione looked away. Then looked out of the corner of her eye at him again. 'He's coming over!'
"Granger." He said in his normal cold hearted voice.
"Malfoy, I'm not in the mood."
"In the mood for what?" He brushed her bushy brown hair behind her ear. 'What is he doing? Is he actually touching me?' She thought once again to herself.
She turned around quickly. "I'm not in the mood for you Malfoy!" She glanced at the clock, 8 o'clock on the dot. "Now if you don't mind I'm am leaving." Hermione grabbed her books as quickly as possible and practically ran up the stairs out of sight.
"Ron this is your chance to talk to her. Go!" Harry whispered waving him off.
"Right then, ok." Ron grabbed his cloak and started off to find Hermione. The corridors were pitch black with the exception of a few candles lit around the corners. "Hermione?" He whispered. She couldn't have got very far. He glanced around squinting to adjust his eyes to the darkness. Something scurried around the corner. "Hermione I know that's you." He walked around too quickly. By doing so he ran into someone which resulted on him falling onto the floor.
"What do you want Ron?" Hermione stood impatiently tapping her foot.
Propping himself up he replied. "Well, I wanted to talk to you about the thing that happened second year." He gulped hoping she respond the way he wanted her too. But she's Hermione she's never does anything he wants her to.
She turned her heel and headed back toward the Gryffindor house without saying a word. Now standing up he ran after her
"Hermione what is your problem, why won't you listen to me?"
"Ron do you call everyone you date a thing, oh I just went with that thing to the ball last year?" She replied sarcastically. She picked up her speed.
"You've got to be kidding me, why do you always have to bring up fourth year.. for Merlin's sake do you have to walk so fast?"
"Ron I don't want to talk right now." She was cut off by the Fat Lady.
"Password?"
"Leviosar." Ron yelled hurriedly.
"Ron it's not Leviosar it's Leviosa, honestly do you ever learn?" The portrait swung open and they walked inside.
"That doesn't matter Hermione, now that you did it."
"Well that sure does bring back memories." She muttered to herself. She started up the stairs to her dormitories.
"Hermione you know I can't go up there." Ron yelled.
'That's entirely the point. I swear he never quits.' She thought to herself. "Ron listen I am tired and I have loads of homework to finish. So I'll talk to you tomorrow." Slamming the door shut behind her she went and flopped onto her bed.
Back in the dungeon Isabel slowly picked up her cloak, folded it on her arm. She glanced at Harry who she noticed was eyeing her as well. She blushed at this and slowly moved up the stairs. 'Don't bother to try to talk to him Isabel, it's not like he's going to want too anyway. I mean you did snog his best friend.' She told herself. Throwing her cloak over her shoulders she walked into the corridor.
"Hey Isabel wait up." She turned quickly to see Harry jogging up after her. "You weren't seriously going to leave me in there with Malfoy were you?" She giggled, a childlike giggle. 'Oh stop don't do this again Isabel. Your acting like a love sick puppy.' She commanded herself. She started walking, Harry followed.
"I didn't think you'd want to talk to me. You know after the Ron thing." Isabel admitted.
"After Ron, no way. Ron snogs plenty of girls." Harry stopped. "Well not plenty more like a few. Well maybe not even a few."
Isabel couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Well I feel bad for Hermione I mean she took it pretty hard it seemed." Isabel stared at her feet.
"Don't worry about it Isabel. She's just jealous. Now she knows what Ron felt like. You know at the ball? When she was with Krum?" She nodded. "They just won't admit it to each other." Harry smiled at her. Isabel didn't reply. Harry frowned. "Come on you have to at least say that that helped a little, or it will make me feel bad." 'Did that just come out of my mouth?' Harry questioned himself. 'What is she doing to me? Why can I just talk to her like this for.'
"Yes Harry your making me feel a lot better. Thanks." Isabel looked up and stared into his eyes. 'Yeah Harry your making me feel a lot better, your making me want to come over a kiss you senselessly.'
"Good, now do you want to do the honors." He pointed to the portrait hole.
"Leviosa" It swung open.
"Great job." Harry walked in after her.
"It's not that hard." Isabel blushed. "Listen Isabel I was wondering if you could help me with my err., Charms homework." Isabel stood looking at him puzzled. "Well, I guess Harry. Let me go and get my things. I'll be back down in a couple minutes." Harry nodded in agreement as she started up the stairs.
Isabel sat in a chair in front of the fire in the Common Room reading. It was empty now except for Harry and herself. He laid on the couch across from her asleep, his charms book open in his hands. He had fallen asleep as Isabel was explaining the Reparius Charm. Laying her parchment and quill down on the table beside her and slowly rose out of her seat. She took a step closer to Harry, and then took another and another until she was right next to him. Slowly, she pulled the book out of his hands and grabbed a maroon blanket from behind Harry's head and draped it over his motionless body. "Sweet dreams Harry." She whispered kissing him lightly on the forehead. Well at least your getting used to being around him. Isabel told herself. Although he is sleeping. As she started for the stairs Harry's hand reached out and grabbed her arm. "Don't leave Isabel." Startled by this Isabel jumped. "Harry, I'm just going to go to bed, ok?" She undid his grasp, only to have it grab her again. With his eyes still shut tightly Harry whispered again. "Can't you stay here with me? Lay down." He shifted slightly, which left Isabel enough room to lie down next to him. She waited for a moment going through the pros and cons of lying down next to Harry in her head. When Harry spoke again it convinced her. "Please Isabel?" A smile broke across her face. Of course he can't be sleeping can he? Still how could anyone refuse that? She asked herself. Then slowly she slid down next to Harry, he laid his arm across her stomach as she did this. Ok he's defiantly not sleeping. She thought again. And then Isabel drifted asleep in Harry's arms.
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