Author Notes: Hey! I know it's been a long time for this chapter, so I hope it's up to your liking. I tried to get this chapter out when I finished it so there may be some mistakes that I missed. I apologize for that. I'm almost done with Chapter 7 so that should be up sometime soon. If anyone out there is very good at grammar and would like to be my proofreader I would really appreciate it. Thanks for reading! Please review!

Chapter 6:

The morning came around quickly for Harry, he hadn't slept much. The scene of Draco kissing Isabel kept rolling around in his head. He had had so many problems and trust issues earlier in his life, he should have known not to trust her. 'But she seemed so nice. She was sweet.' He kept telling himself as he laid wide wake.
"Harry, you going to get up?" A voice came from behind the hanging. It was all to familiar for Harry not to recognize it.
"I'm up Ron, just thinking." He answered sulkily.
The maroon fabric was pulled away quickly, to reveal his best friend and the bright sun from the window. He put his hand over his eyes, blocking it. "You better be thinking about Quidditch." Ron said. Harry stared up at the arch of his bed.
"I'd be lying if I said I was." He replied.
Ron sat there in silence before he realized what Harry was talking about. "Come on, Harry don't think about that. You'll be depressed all day. You don't want to be sulking around when we work with the Griffins today do you? Sound like fun huh?" Ron laughed, though Harry could tell he was faking. The news about Isabel brought them all the reality again. Voldemort is back, plain and simple. Harry hadn't really thought about that night in the graveyard much since he got back to Hogwarts, since Isabel. Now those memories just came crashing down to him. Without realizing it Harry had sat up, and was now looking at Ron.
"I'll get up. I'll meet you down at breakfast."
"You better," Ron replied as he wrinkled up his nose. "And take a shower you reek." That comment earned Ron a whack in the head from Harry.

By the time Harry managed to roll out of bed, everyone from his dormitory was absent. Grabbing a towel from the stack by the sinks, Harry stepped into the shower. The hot water poured down him. 'Ron was right, I smell.'
"Harry! Hermione and I are getting hungry, hurry up!" Ron shouted into the bathroom.
"I'm coming." He yelled back. When he was done washing he climbed out and changed into his uniform. "Today is going to be pure joy." He mumbled.
"Finally, what took you so long?" Hermione asked when Harry started down the stairs.
"Just tired." He answered simply.
Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances. Harry looked at them confused until Ron saw Harry staring and put on a smile. "Ok well I'm hungry, let's go and get some food."
"Is that all you think about Ron?" Hermione stated normally.
"No, I think about Quidditch, my friends, and food." Ron retorted, smirking.
Harry grinned at Ron's statement and decided to have fun with it. "So Ron why would you have to think about your friends, like Hermione example?" He said, watching Ron's ears turn red. They have been doing that a lot lately.
"Well, you know, um I think about her, er well being and all." Ron said, glaring at Harry.
"Why would you need to worry about my well being? I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself Ron." Hermione argued, placing her hands on her hips.
Ron reddened even more, if that was possible. "Well I mean to say I look out for both you and Harry's well being. We look out for each other."

Harry eyed him curiously, wanting to edge him further. Ron's constant glare stopped him. "Suits me." He began instead. "Let's go then."
Silently the trio made there way down to the Great Hall. When they got there it looked as if everyone was there. 'Even Isabel,' Harry noted. She was sitting where she normally sat, next to Fred and George. Isabel met his eyes and didn't break away. He stared at her hard, almost a glare. Disappointed she looked down at her plate.
"Harry come on let's eat." Ron called. Harry sat next to Ron on the bench and roughly stabbed a pancake with his fork, bringing it to his plate.
Fred glanced over there way, "Boy Harry, no need to violent. You can have the cake." He joked.
"Of course he might have been just trying to kill the pancake." George chimed in.
"Well Harry if that's the case I'm pretty sure it's already dead." Fred continued, receiving a look to kill from Hermione. "Unless you believe it's alive then that's fine." Fred finished, going back to his eggs.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Don't listen Harry. There just being stupid." George turned around to face Hermione about to retort when she narrowed her eyes at him. He stuck his tongue out and turned back around.

"How do you do that?" Ron asked, impressed. "Just stop them from talking back?"
Hermione shrugged, "just call it a gift."

Isabel wondered to class alone after breakfast. Hermione had not talked to her since that night before. 'How did she even know about that.kiss?' Isabel asked herself. She had been wondering all night/morning. 'I know I didn't tell her about it. And she was up in the Common Room when I got back. She even answered a question in Transfiguration for me. It just doesn't make sense.' The worse part about the whole so far was Harry's stare. Or glare as she would have described it. 'What did it mean? Did Hermione tell him something about the kiss?' Isabel's mind was so confused. Popping out of her trance she heard a very loud, familiar screech. As she made her way down to Hagrid's she finally saw it, and froze. Griffins. A creature that Isabel did not want to have to deal with. Yet was the exact on the Hagrid was teaching them about. Two Griffins sat on a little wooden table right in front of Hagrid's cottage. One was black and one was amber. They looked so beautiful yet so hurtful with there talons and beaks. It sent a shiver down her, as she realized she'd have to go to them.
Suddenly Isabel heard voices behind her. They became louder and louder as they grew closer. Finally she was able to match the voice with it's owner.
"I knew we were going to be late. Why did you have to eat four muffins? Did you really need them?" Hermione scolded. Isabel guessed it was directed to Ron.
"it's not my fault the house-elves made muffins today." Ron argued. "We never get muffins."
Isabel knew Hermione had rolled her eyes. She turned around to greet them. As she did she was knocked down by a strong figure. "Sorry." He muttered looking up from the ground. He reached his hand out for hers when he met her eyes, and saw who she was. Harry dropped his hand to his side and stood up. Not saying a word he continued after Hermione and Ron.
"Well thanks for the help." She mumbled sarcastically, standing up. Slowly she made her way to the rest of the students.
"'Now everyone is here I'm guessing? Now like I said last week we are going to be looking at some real Griffins. If you all want to come around the table we'll start the feeding." Hagrid stated. Everyone slowly gathered around the table, giving the bird like creature fearful looks. Isabel stayed to the back of the group, where she watched over Lavender and Parvati's shoulders.
"Can any one remember what we should be feeding them?" Hagrid asked, grinning. One hand shot up. "Hermione?"
Isabel glanced over to her left and waited for Hermione's answer. Hermione straightened herself up and said, "since in the wild Griffins eat nothing but rare meat, it would be best to feed that just that."
"Very good, I see you've read your notes over." Hermione blushed at Hagrid's comment. "Now each of ya can come over here and take out a small rat." Before he could go on Hagrid was interrupted by a couple of girls shrieking in disgust. Isabel wrinkled her nose, dead rats, that sound's tasty. Eesh. "Oh come on now. Like I was saying you'll each get a chance to feed a Griffin. There are only a handful of wizards or witches that can befriend one of these animals, so be careful." Isabel looked out of the corner of her eye at Draco, she could see Harry had the same thought. She wasn't in that class third year, but in the hospital wing. Though she did hear the story from Draco, who was in the bed next to her after that day.
The two Griffins were not surprisingly separated. The amber one was fed by the Gryffindors and the black was fed by the Slytherins. Isabel stayed in the back of the huddle, the rat's tail between her fingers. It was awful.
"It won't eat." Parvati whined. She thrusted the rat up to the Griffin.
"It's only good with certain wizards or witches." Hermione repeated Hagrid's comment earlier. "Let me try." She stepped cautiously up to the creature and held the rat out in the palm of her hand. The griffin looked at it curiously and then gazed over to Isabel. Without a warning the animal pushed itself up off the table and above the students heads. Hermione fall backwards, and was caught by Ron, with Harry right beside him. Most of the students screamed as the griffin rose and then fell in front of Isabel. It's mouth open under the rat.
She didn't jump or get startled in anyway, instead she looked up at the group around her looking embarrassed.
"Well feed it." One of the Slytherins shouted. Isabel stared back at the griffin and let go of the rat, making it fall directly in it's mouth.
"How did you do that?" Seamus questioned, stepping forward out of the circle that had been formed around the duo.
"I, well I.I don't really know."
Hagrid, who had been quiet the whole time, plowed through the students and handed Isabel another rat. "Try the other one." He said quietly.
She wiggled the rat a little in her hand and the black griffin flew over. She dropped the rat in it's mouth like the last one. Suddenly the a loud bell rang out and everyone took one last look at Isabel and grabbed their things to get to the next class.
Isabel walked away slowly, not wanting the griffins to follow. She bent down a grabbed her bag and heard Ron whisper, "freaky" as he, Harry, and Hermione walked by.

"Fred, George do I really have to go today? I mean I'm not going to get to play in the first game anyways. Besides there all going to stare, I'm guessing the word on the griffins got out be now?" Isabel pleaded as the twins and herself made there way down to the Quidditch pitch for there first practice of the season.
"Of course your going." Fred replied picking up his pace.
"What was the deal with that griffins thing anyway?" George asked, matching Fred strides.
Isabel sighed, "it's a long story. Which I don't exactly want to explain."
Fred looked back at her and grinned. "Whatever you say, but we'll find out somehow." He winked and turned his eyes back to the field.
"I doubt it, I've learned some tricks from you two not to mention I have my own."
"Ha ha, you think we don't have any tricks up our sleeve?" George replied scan the sky. "Looks like we're a little late."
Isabel followed his gaze, he was right. The rest of the team was up on their brooms taking their rounds around the pitch. "We better get up there." She took a deep breath and mounted her broom. All of her stress melted away as she soared higher up. There was nothing like a nice fly. Closing her eyes she felt the wind blow through her hair. Everything and everyone seemed to disappear.
"Hey, what is she doing here? She's just a extra." Ron's voice yelled causing to nearly tumble off her broom.
"That's entirely the point, prat." Fred cried back, flying passed Ron, slapping him in the back of the head.
"She's needs practice too." George followed, doing the same as Fred.

"But, it's not like she has to play." Ron retorted, not wanting to back down. He had got better at that with his continuous fights with Hermione.
"Harry will you please inform your friend here that Isabel needs practice because she is part of the team?" Ron looked back at his best friend. Isabel's gaze fell on him as well.
Harry exhaled deeply before answering, "they're right Ron. Isabel's on the team, she needs practice." Ron looked amazed.
"But Harry-"
"No Ron, I'm captain and I say Isabel gets to practice." Harry said dryly, not in your average captain commanding voice. "We'll start with the usual. Ron get over by the goals, Angelina, Katie, Alicia you three throw the quaffles at him. And well Fred, George you two just do what you normally do I guess." When he finished he floated lower on the ground.
"Got to go, just go ask Harry what it is you should do." George whispered into Isabel's ear. Isabel just put on a small smile and started her way down to Harry.
"Um, Harry?" She asked, nervously. He had been cold to her all day. "What should I do?"
Harry bent down and unlatched the trunk by his feet. After picking something up he turned to meet Isabel's eyes.
"You and I are going to go after the snitch. I want to see if your any good as a seeker." His stare intensified. "Up for my plan?"
Taking a step towards him she gave him a you-have-got-to-be-kidding- me look and replied softly a simple, "yes."
Harry didn't break eye contact as he tossed the golden ball up. Isabel was the first to take off. She rose up a couple of feet and scanned the area around her. Squinting she flew in a large circle, no sign of it.

Harry who was right behind did the same only he flew higher up. He didn't understand what he was doing or why he needed to some how prove himself to her, but he just felt like he did. 'Ok snitch, I need you, where are you?' he wondered. After swerving for a few minutes, he took a glance over at the other players. Each of them still doing what he had told them. It was fun to have as much power as he had then.
Suddenly there was a flicker of gold by Angelina's foot. He didn't know if he was just seeing things or it was actually there until Isabel flew past him at top speed. "Oh no you don't." He muttered, leaning into the Firebolt.
Her Firebolt 2 was tens times faster than his, and he knew that. Searching his brain for some sort of way to get to it before her, Harry couldn't think of anything. It had moved to Angelina's ear by now, she kept trying to swat it away. Isabel had turned her broom to make it go into a half circle shape, so Harry's only choice was to go straight and see what happens.
Leaning in more he heighten his speed. With his hand out stretched, he wiggled his fingers in anticipation. Only a few seconds after closing his eyes he felt a round object in his palm. The snitch. Record time. Opening his hand slowly, he smiled.
"Harry watch out!" A scream came from his right. Before he had anytime to react Isabel came crashing into him. He managed to stay on his broom although Isabel wasn't that lucky. She began falling, as she did she screamed and closed her eyes tightly waiting to hit the ground. Harry though had other plans; he began dived down to her and grabbed a hold of her robe. Quickly he pulled her onto his broom with him.
"You can open your eyes." He stated gently floating them to the ground.
Isabel's eyes widen when she realized they had landed safely. "You, you saved me." She gasped.
"Well I couldn't just let you smash your head in could I?" Harry said, getting off the broom.
"Thank you." She mumbled sheepishly.
"Harry are you ok?" Ron yelled running towards them. Harry nodded.
"We saw you two fall." Alicia explained.
"We didn't think you'd catch her." Fred replied, through sharp breaths.
Not taking his eyes off of Isabel Harry whispered a "your welcome," that only she could hear. Her eyes closed, feeling his breath on her neck.

"Well I think that is enough practice for one day, don't you think Harry?" Ron ushered him forward. "It's getting late."
"Yeah, your right."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the Common Room that night. Isabel had retired early to bed.
"Hermione how can you possibly get 2 rolls on our Transfiguration essay?" Ron asked. Hermione didn't answer. "Hermione? Herms?"
Hermione glared up at him from what she was working on. "Don't call me that! How many times do I have to say to tell you?"
"At least one more." Harry muttered, from his spot on the armchair. Ron laughed when Hermione's narrowed her eyes.
"Calm down, nothing to get upset about. Now what were you writing that had your head in the clouds?" Ron said, leaning over the table to read whatever it was.
"It's a journal Ron, not that you really needed to know." She stated being her hand across the paper.
"Hermione Granger has a journal? Harry can you believe that?" Ron joked.
Harry glanced up from his stare in the fire. "Huh? Sorry guys I'm getting tired. Time to turn in. I'll see you tomorrow." With that he stood and trudged his way up the stairs.
"Now why wouldn't I have a journal?" Hermione asked once Harry was out of hearing range.
Ron shrugged, "I don't know you just don't seem like the kind of person that would have one." Hermione didn't seem pleased with the answered. "So can you help me with this or not?" gesturing towards the rolls of parchment.
"Um...not." Hermione hastily replied. "You had a week to do it."
"Fine, don't help then." Chin in his palm Ron went back to rereading his paper.
After a few minutes passed Ron began sneaking glances at Hermione as she wrote. He knew she was concentrating hard because she would bite her bottom lip very softly. He'd known her for so long he felt like he knew everything about her.
"What are you staring at?" Hermione snapped, obviously very annoyed.
Ron cursed himself for staring to long. And thought of an excuse. "You um, you have a bug in your hair."
Hermione suddenly straightened up, frigid and whispered, "get it out, please."
Ron's eyes widened at actually being able to touch Hermione's hair. He shook off the shock and made his way to sit next to her. He reached up and picked the 'bug' out of her hair, taking a little longer than necessary Hermione noted.
"What kind was it?" She asked when he flicked the pretend bug on the floor.
Ron blurted out he first thing that came to mind. "Spider. It was a spider."
"You hate spiders, why did you touch one?" She questioned tilting her head to the side slightly in confusion.
The urge was too strong that Ron lost control. He turned his head and leaned forward. There lips meant for an unmistakable kiss. Shocked for a moment Hermione's eye flew open. She then relaxed into the kiss and began to kiss back. Remembering old romance muggle movies that she had seen, she lifted her hand up to his cheek.
Feeling he hand Ron pulled his lips off of hers. When she opened her eyes his blue ones looked back at her full of pure terror.
"Hermione, I shouldn't have done that. That was wrong. I'm so sorry. It was just..." Ron stammered beginning to stand.
Hermione looked down at her lap for a moment, holding back tears. "It's ok Ron, it was just an impulse. It didn't mean anything." She met his eyes now with total confidence.
"Yeah, your right an impulse." Ron said, "Harry was right. It's getting late. I'll see you tomorrow."
Hermione nodded. "Ron, your homework isn't done."
Ron shrugged and replied, "I'll finish it tomorrow."
Hermione rolled her eyes whispered as Ron started up the stairs. "Ron please don't tell Harry about this?"
Ron looked surprised but then nodded and found his way up the stairs.

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