A/N: ok.next chap, hope u guys like it, it's really, well, u decide, I have
a few things to say before you start reading the next chapter though.
Ok.first of all, I am VERY grateful and thankful for all the reviews, you guys are the best, also, if you don't like this story, then DON'T FUKKEN READ IT!!! I HONESTLY feel awful when people send me reviews like "this is a fukken awful story" and yes, it might be to you, and you have every right to say that, but I don't appreciate it! It's very rude and instead of saying that, you could give me CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM!! Ahem, n e wais, a couple of notes to some of the reviewers:
James: im writing, im writing.lol.and sorry bout the chat-lingo thingy, it's cuz my beta is busy and cant correct my chapters n e more.( Mara Tristan: Im VERY VERY sorry about the gay thing, im not sure where I said that, but im sure u read it and yes, I didn't mean to offend anyone, and thanks for letting me know.. HarryPotterMustLiveOn: the reason I write my author notes the way I do is because its slang, and that;s the way I want to write them, so I will..bleh!
And to all the rest of the reviewers.thank u so much from the bottom of my heart..keep reviewing, ( cuz I love u for it) and I'll keep writing.MUAH!! Iights, onto the CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!
By the way, this chapter is when ginny FINALLY comes into play, sry it took so long.meh!!! Also, there is a lot of swearing and "stuff" that goes on.so reader discretion it advised..
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~ Chapter 10 ~
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Friends Fighting?
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Harry slowly unfolded the letter in his hands. He still had no idea what it could be about, except the fact that it was from the Ministry of Magic. He looked up into Rachel's eyes, and saw that she had tears in them again. He looked back down at the letter, and read the scarlet ink:
Dear Ms. Rachel Avalon (Riddle)
We are very sad to inform you that there has been an attack on your muggle family. Your father's apartment in London was completely destroyed. A few muggles in the area heard the disturbance, but ministry officials arrived on the scene before any of the muggles could catch a glance of the wizard. The muggles memories have been modified, so no police or ambulances were called.
But unfortunately, our officials were not in time to save your father, Daniel Avalon, and your brother, Tom Avalon. The still unidentified wizard murdered them.
The details of this murder are too gruesome to write down in a letter.
We are outraged that somebody could have a sick mind like this, but our officials magicked the bodies out, and repaired the apartment. Your mother, Clarisse Avalon, requested that the funeral be private. You will be pulled out of school for as long as you need. I will send your headmaster, Dumbledore, a letter indicating what has happened.
Your mother told me to write this letter, as she is unable to do so, because she is in a phase of shock. You are excused from school from this day on, but are requested to please stay in Hogwarts castle until a final date for the funeral is set.
Thank you for your time, I am as shocked as you, And gravely sorry, Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge
Harry couldn't believe it. He just couldn't. Rachel's family, dead. But why? Why would someone put her and her mother through all this pain, and more importantly, who?
He looked up at Rachel, and couldn't hold back his feelings, seeing her crying silently.
"Who the fuck would do this to you?" Harry barked, suddenly furious, standing up and pacing around the room. "What the fuck?!? I'll kill them when I find them. Holy fuck! I'll murder them. I swear to god, I'll murder them. I'll rip their heart out and watch it beat.with my bare, fuckin', hands! They're as good as dead. But who the fuck? Those shitty bastards! I'll fuckin' kill them! Shit! I will. Fuckin bastard."
"HARRY!!!" Rachel screamed, for the fifth time now, and Harry finally heard her, and stopped shouting.
"What?" Harry turned to her, not realizing that he was still shouting until it was too late. "Sorry," he added quickly, seeing the scared expression on her face.
"Calm down, please." She said quietly. "And your not going to kill anybody!"
"Oh yeah?" Harry said, furious again. "Watch me! I'll kill them"
"You'll go to Azkaban for life!" Rachel shouted.
"So! As long as the bastard is dead, I'll be fuckin happy!"
"No Harry! I won't let you!" Rachel said, standing up and looking him strait in the eye. She grabbed his shoulders, and quietly, but clearly, continued. "Harry, I love you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that you were in Azkaban because of me."
"But -?" Harry interrupted.
"No! Shhh.." Rachel said pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. "I want him killed as much as you, but we can't kill them, we can't kill anybody. And if anybody deserves Azkaban, it's that jackass. Alright?"
Harry nodded.
"Promise me one thing, Harry. Promise me that no matter WHAT, you won't kill anybody, NOBODY!!! And I mean it, Harry. I'm being serious. Don't. No matter how pissed off you are. OK?" She looked desperately into his eyes.
"Alright." Harry answered.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
They looked at each other for a long time, and then Harry suddenly remembered that Rachel had cuts on her wrists.
"Hey," he took one of her wrists, and ran his finger along the cut. Rachel winced. "You still never told me the explanation for these cuts."
"Oh." Rachel said, looking very uncomfortable. "Umm..."
"What?" Harry asked, starting to panic. What if Rachel had a serious problem that he didn't know about? Then what? What would he do? He looked at Rachel, and she was looking out the window.
"Rachel?" He asked softly, sneaking up behind her, grabbing her by the shoulders and making her jump.
"Ah.you scared me, Harry."
"Don't change the subject," Harry responded. "You still didn't answer my question." He started rubbing her shoulders, relieving her of her tension. Her back was to him.
"Ohh.." She moaned, and Harry liked the sound of it. "That feels nice."
"I know."
"Are you trying to distract me?" She asked slyly.
"No," Harry chuckled. "Just tell me. If there's something wrong with you then-?"
"There's nothing wrong with me." She snapped, turning around quickly making Harry almost fall.
"Well, then why don't you just tell me?" Harry snapped back.
"Because, well..." She turned away again.
"Rachel, just tell me."
"I," she hesitated, then, "well, once McGonagall gave me the letter, I obviously couldn't believe it. I was in shock. She comforted me for a while. Then when I pulled myself together, she led me back to my dormitory." She sniffed.
"Ok, but that doesn't explain the wrists." Harry said.
"I know I'm getting there." She said, and when she continued, her voice shook. "Then I.I just thought of nothing. I wasn't thinking strait. I wanted to die, Harry. Life had no meaning to me. I HAD to die. Harry, I was still in shock. I still am, but.you're here now."
"What happened? Tell me, Rachel," Harry said firmly.
"Well, I wanted to die, and." her voice was shaking very badly now. But she continued, because Harry was staring at her, wanting to know the rest. "Well, I looked for something sharp. It's the first thing that came into my mind!" She added, as Harry gasped. But she continued, seeing Harry's expression. "I looked over at Hermione's bed, and her muggle nail kit was there. So I ran to it and grabbed the tiny scissors." She stopped.
Harry wasn't sure he wanted to know the rest, but he was thankful that Rachel was standing in front of him.
But now that she started, it was easier to go on, and get it all out. So Rachel continued.
"I placed the scissors to my skin, but they weren't sharp enough to pierce my skin, so I took out my wand and cast a sharpening spell. I took the scissors, and they pierced my skin, but when I saw the blood, I think I must have collapsed or something, because when I woke up, there was blood across my whole arm.
"But it wasn't satisfying enough. Harry, I must have gone mad, because I took the scissors and kept running them up and down my wrists. And luckily, Hermione came in, and I told her everything." She finished looking scared.
So that's why Hermione was all freaked out, Harry thought to himself. And that's why she was up here so long. But Harry felt like kicking himself. He wasn't there for his girlfriend when she needed him the most. He had almost lost her. How much dumber could he get?
"Harry?" Rachel said softly.
"It's all my fault!" Harry blurted out.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, taken aback.
"I should have been here for you when you needed me most. But nooooooooo.I was in the damn common room doing my damn Divination homework."
"Harry," Rachel said, laughing softly. "It's not your fault. How could you have known? And EVERYONE has homework, you know. Even me! That reminds me, what did we do in divination today?"
"Er.you don't have to do homework, remember? You're excused from school."
"Oh, right." Rachel's face fell, as she remembered what had happened to her through the past few hours.
"I'm always here for you, never forget that, alright Rachel?"
She turned to Harry.
"How could I forget?"
Harry smiled.
"I love you!"
"I love you too!"
"Can I kiss you?"
"You don't have to ask, Harry." Rachel giggled. "Less talk, more action!" She said softly, which made them both smile.
The door suddenly opened.
"Woops!" It was Ron. Harry looked around at him furiously, and saw that Ron was glowing pink. "Er, sorry, heh, I'll come back later, shall I?"
Rachel glanced at Harry, unable to hold in her smile, before she said to Ron, "No, no. It's alright. Come in."
Ron stepped into the room, closely followed by Hermione, who was looking happier than usual.
"What is it?" Rachel asked.
"Well, it's really late. I thought maybe I should bring Hermione to bed.I mean sleep, that's all." Ron said, turning red. Hermione giggled.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, suspiciously.
"Nothing!" Hermione said, in a rather high voice.
"You two should go. The other girls might start coming up any minute now." Rachel said.
"Are you feeling better now?" Harry asked Rachel.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Your not gonna do any thing stupid are you?"
"Harry!!" Rachel squealed. "Don't worry, you calmed me down. Thank you. But you really have to go now, I don't want you to get in trouble."
"Oh, alright." Harry said. "See you tomorrow, Rachel. Hermione." And he and Ron left and went to their own dormitories.
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The next morning Harry woke up and forgot that it was a Saturday. When he woke up, and saw that none of the other boys in his dormitory had awoken, he remembered that there was no school today.
But, not being able to fall asleep again because of Rachel, he silently got dressed, and made his way to the common room. He decided to wait until Rachel was awake, so he took his book, Flying with the Cannons, and read it again.
After a couple of minutes of ignoring his growling stomach, he heard movement towards the girls' staircase. A couple of minutes later, he saw Rachel walking down the stairs, still in her pajamas. Her eyes were half open, and she was yawning very openly and Harry was amazed to see how big her mouth could open.
He smiled to himself at her appearance. But she apparently hadn't seen him sitting on the chair closest to the fire. She walked over to the couch in the middle of the huge room, and fell onto it.
"What am I gonna do?" She whispered to herself.
"About what?" Harry asked, standing up.
Rachel jumped up a foot with shock. When Harry saw her face, he noticed that it was paper white.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him.
"I could ask you the same question." Was Harry's response. "Are you alright?"
"Well, I got another letter yesterday, a couple of minutes after you and Ron left."
Harry looked at her, and surveyed her closely. "And?"
"It was from my mother." She paused for a minute. Harry walked up to her, grabbed her waist, pulled her close to him, and held her.
He had never felt like this before. Never! It was strange, but he liked the feeling of it, for some reason. When he felt Rachel wrap her arms around him, Harry felt a prickling sensation in his skin. All that mattered right now was to have Rachel. Was to hold her forever, and never let go. He was amazed at how beautiful she could look even this early in the morning.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
Then he heard her crying. He pulled her away just enough to make her meet his gaze. When he did, he noticed something that he had never seen there before. Sadness. Great sadness.
He felt a prickling in his eyes, and he almost broke down with her. He felt that maybe if he would, they would both get to release some of their grief. Rachel losing her family. Harry not even knowing his parents. Not knowing how they would have looked. Not being able to see him, all grown up, holding the one person, other than them, he loved more than anything. And if he lost Rachel now, just like he had lost his parents, he didn't know if he would be able to take it. In fact, he knew he wouldn't be able to take it.
But he stopped all his thought, and focused on Rachel, who was eyeing him with a very strange look. Was it pity?
"Harry?" You alright?" She asked him, still holding him closely.
"Yes," Harry replied, not letting go of her either. "But are you?"
She looked away. "My mother has scheduled a date for the funeral." She said sadly.
Oh, Harry thought. At least he didn't have to experience the funeral of his parents. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing his parents being buried.
When Harry didn't say anything, Rachel continued. "It's the day after tomorrow. And Harry," She lifted his chin so they could lock eyes, "I really want you to come. I dunno if I could do this without you. Harry, I love you. I need you. Now more than ever. But if you don't want to come, I understand." She finished sadly, looking away.
Harry didn't know what made him say it, but when he did, he felt it was the best thing. He didn't hesitate. "Of course I'll go. If you want me too, that is."
"Of course I do!" Her eyes lit up, and Harry couldn't help but notice how very beautiful they were. "Do you really mean it? You'll come?"
"Yeah, I will. If it means making you feel better. Count me in."
"Thank you." She responded, her eyes twinkling. She smiled at him, and he felt his insides churn. She was leaning closer to him. He couldn't help but lean closer to her.
Next thing he knew, their lips touched. Finally! It was the warmest feeling ever. A hundred times better that kissing Cho. How could he be thinking about Cho at a time like this? It was Rachel now. All Rachel. The kiss deepened. He wanted more. He wanted to explore her, all of her. It seemed like she wanted the same thing, her hand was running down his back.
He felt her tongue part his lips, and enter inside of him. It grazed his teeth, and he couldn't help but do the same to her. He suddenly felt his hand running up her waist, touching her breasts, which were soft and tender. Her hand had entered his pants, and was grazing against his-
"What the fuck!"
They broke apart instantly, both looking around at who had interrupted them.
It was Ginny.
Harry felt his face burn, and through the corner of his eyes, Rachel was glowing scarlet too.
"Er.sorry," Ginny said awkwardly.
"Ginny!" Rachel gasped.
Ginny narrowed her eyes at Rachel. "How could you?" Ginny spat. "You fuckin', slutty whore!"
"Ugh!" Rachel groaned.
"Ginny! What's your problem? It's none of your business what Rachel and me do! It's personal, and you can't go calling people names like that!" Harry was suddenly furious, and worried. What if she went and told the whole school what she saw. Harry, and Rachel's lives would be ruined.
Ginny's gaze fell to the floor. "I'm, sorry, Harry. But you know I care for you. A lot." She mumbled, before she turned away and left.
Harry sighed impatiently. Of course he knew! How could he not? Five years and counting.
"I'll go after her." He said, but as he made his way toward the portrait hole, where Ginny exited, Rachel threw out her hand to stop him.
"I'll go after her." She said firmly. "Girl stuff, you know." Harry smirked, nodded, and Rachel left after Ginny.
Uh-oh! Was that smart? Harry thought to himself. What if Ginny kills Rachel? Alone together in a room? They'll definitely kill each other, with or without magic.
He made up his mind, and followed them.
Once he climbed through the portrait hole, he looked around at where Rachel and Ginny could have gone. But he couldn't see them. And to his very great surprise, he couldn't hear them either. Wow! He though to himself, maybe Rachel is good at this sort of stuff.
He suddenly had a mental picture of him and Rachel, happily married, and Rachel was holding a pair of twins in her hands. Holy crap! Harry thought. What the fuck was that? Rachel and me, married? Now.that's going a BIT too far. He looked around the room nervously.
A couple of the Gryffindor's were walking down the staircase now, and either leaving to the Great Hall, or chatting with friends. Ron wasn't awake yet, neither was Hermione.
What the hell was he thinking? Harry thought to himself? First of all, he was about to "do it" with Rachel, after their very first kiss. But it was a nice one, he remembered. Her lips were so soft, lush, and warm. But second of all, he was in the friggin' common room.where ANYONE could have seen them. And someone DID see them. Ginny.
Ginny.
Why did it have to be her? Of all the people, Ginny. The fates were definitely not on his side today. He knew Ginny liked him. Ever since she first saw him on the Hogwarts express, in his first year. But her little crush had grown into much, much more. Love.
He knew this from Hermione mostly, and a little from Ron. But he didn't have feelings for her like that. He though if he stayed away from her, out of sight, maybe she would get over him. But she didn't. Then she just HAD to see him and Rachel making out in the common room. How much stupider could he get. Honestly!
"Harry! Harry!! HARRY!!!" His thoughts were interrupted by a voice. He snapped back to reality.
"Harry!" It was Colin Creevey and his brother, Dennis.
"Yeah?" Harry asked.
"We just saw Rachel and Ginny. Well we didn't see them, we heard them. It sounded as if they were fighting. They were really mad." Dennis said, he had matured over the summer, as did Colin. Colin secretly had a crush on Ginny, which only Harry and Ron knew about. Maybe he would hook them up one day. But there were more important things to think about at the moment.
"Oh my god!!" Harry gasped. "Really? Where?"
"Here, I'll show you!" Colin said in his deep voice, and he started towards the staircase, closely followed by Harry.
"I'll stay here," Dennis said, turning away and heading towards a group of girls sitting and chatting, eyeing him enthusiastically.
When they were out in the corridor, Colin started walking towards another staircase. He was taking the exact same route as to the Great Hall.
"Colin, where are we going?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Well, I was heading to the Great Hall for breakfast, when I came across Malfoy, and his two stupid friends." Harry sniggered at Colin's description of Crabbe and Goyle. "Well, he said he wanted to practice a spell on me, and he whipped out his wand. I whipped mine out to. But our spells hit in mid-air, and mine rebounded and smashed against the wall, while Malfoy's hit Dennis, and his wand went flying."
They took a corner, Harry picturing what Colin had just told him, and continued. "Then Malfoy left, laughing. Dennis and me started looking for his wand. And when we found it, we heard screaming and noises, so we followed it to this door." Colin finished, stopping at the door.
Harry listened intently, but it was silent inside. "Thanks Colin," Harry said.
"Well, I'll just go then, shall I?" Colin asked.
"Yeah, whatever." Harry replied, examining the door closely, which was locked.
When he heard Colin's footsteps die away, he whispered, "Alohamora!" And the door unlocked magically. He kicked it open.
He gasped at the sight that met his eyes. Both Ginny and Rachel were lying on the floor of the small, cramped classroom. Rachel's wand was laying ten feet away from her, while Ginny's was floating in mid-air above Rachel.
Ginny had a large gash through her left cheek, which was glistening with blood. It was running down her skin and her hand, which was supporting her head.
Rachel on the other hand, had small cuts through all of her visible skin, and on her wand hand, she had what looked like teeth marks.
"Holy fuck!" Harry gasped, running to each of them and checking their pulse. They were both alive, thankfully. He breathed a sigh of relief. They were just knocked out.
He walked up to Rachel, pointed his wand to her, and said, "Enervate." Her eyes flicked open. She moaned and started lifting herself off the floor. He did the same to Ginny. When her eyes flicked open, and when she saw his face, she gasped.
"Harry! Fuckin' shit!" She looked over at Rachel, who was glaring at her.
"Rachel, Ginny!" Harry said, "What the hell were you two thinking?" He turned to Ginny. "Ginny, I thought you were smarter than this. Fighting? What the hell were you thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking-" Ginny started, but was cut off by Harry.
"I know you weren't thinking." He snapped. She hung her head. Rachel was looking as if Christmas had come early.
"And you!" Harry said, turning to Rachel. Her smile vanished instantly. It was Ginny's turn to smile. "'Girl stuff' my ass!" He said, furious.
"This is girl stuff, Harry!" Rachel retorted. "We were fighting about who gets the man. But as I was explaining to this bitch before, you were never hers. All mine." She grinned evilly at Ginny, narrowing her eyes.
But it vanished as quickly as it came when Harry spoke.
"You think that's something you can fight about? A stupid boy?" Ginny hung her head. "You could both have gotten suspended, better yet, expelled Even KILLED!!! I dunno what the hell you two were thinking. If you were thinking at all, which I doubt."
And with that, he spun around and left. But before he did, he heard Ginny. She walked up to her wand, snatched it from the air, and stalked away, but not before saying to Rachel, "See what you did, you bitch! Now he's mad at me!" And she stalked passed Harry and out of the room. Harry waited until her footsteps died away, and he too, left.
"Wait," Rachel cried after him.
"No," was Harry's simple answer.
How could they do this? Harry asked himself. Are ALL girls like this? So protective of their men? But then, Harry was protective of Rachel. He didn't know what he would do if some other guy wanted her. Then again, Malfoy wanted her, and Harry felt like he could just kill Malfoy.
He didn't feel like going to the Great Hall, so he made his way back to Gryffindor Tower. On his way, he saw Hermione and Ron.
They saw his face, but before they opened their mouths, Harry said, "Not in the mood. Tell you later. I wanna be alone. See you guys later." And without stopping, he kept going and went through the portrait hole.
Damn, that kiss! It kept bugging him. And Rachel was already sad because of her family. What the fuck was he thinking? Getting mad at her? God, he HAD to make up with her, but not at the moment. He was still kind of pissed.
When he walked in the common room, only a couple six years were in the room, not at breakfast. As he walked over to an armchair, he noticed a red- haired someone sitting by the fire. Ginny.
She was crying softly to herself, and Harry could only hear her sniffs. His heart started to pound, very quickly, and he thought that she would hear it. He didn't even know what to say to her. He was thinking fast. Maybe if he just walked away.
No. He couldn't do that. Why was he scared of Ginny anyways? Well, he wasn't scared of Ginny, only her feelings towards him. But, he had to tell her how he felt. It was now, or never. And he couldn't not tell her. So, he decided to go and sit beside her.
When he did, she flinched at the sight of him. Her hand moved to her face, and quickly, she wiped away all her tears, and then she looked down at her knees.
Before Harry said anything, he thought about all the situations he was going through with girls. First with Cho, then with Rachel, and now with Ginny. He had really grown up. He didn't even realize it.
"Ginny," Harry started softly, "we need to talk."
"Aren't you mad at me?" Ginny asked with a slightly shaky voice.
"Well," Harry thought for a second, carefully phrasing his words. "I won't lie to you Ginny." She looked up. "What you and Rachel did was stupid. I wont deny that fact. I really don't know what got into the two of you. I realize that you were being protective, and so was she. Then again, she IS my girlfriend."
Harry stopped. Ginny's face looked, if possible, even sadder. But before he continued, she spoke.
"Harry, don't even say it. I know what you're gonna say, and you're right. I'm stupid. I know."
"No," Harry debated. "Your not stupid. And I have to say this. Because it has to come out of my mouth, and you have to hear it." He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "For the past couple of years, you've had a crush on me. And there's nothing wrong with that. But, I've heard some other things also. From both Hermione and Ron. They told me you have strong feelings for me, am I right?" He hated saying this, but he HAD to get it over with, once and for all. It had gone far enough already.
Ginny flushed, and as he looked at her, Harry felt himself go scarlet too.
"Err.they told you, did they?" Ginny asked politely. "Well, I thought I could trust Hermione, but I was wrong. And I have no idea how Ron found out."
"Ginny!" Harry said, and she looked up. "Listen, I don't want to be rude, or anything, but, I don't feel the same way you do." There, Harry thought to himself, he finally got it out. "I have a girlfriend. And, well, Ginny, you're just a friend. And I don't think I'll ever have the same feelings for you. I want us to be friends, and that's it. Please, I hope you understand that."
"I do understand that, Harry." Ginny said, but didn't look up. "But," Harry's face fell. "I can't just stop loving you. It's not something you can help. It just comes. I can't help my feelings for you. And, even if you say it's never going to happen, there's always hope. And that's something I will always carry around with me, Harry. I can't help my feelings for you." She got up, about to leave. But she wasn't done yet. "I'll always love you, Harry, no matter what. But I promise I'll stay out of your way. And if you ever need me, I'm always here. Don't forget," And with that, she left a stunned Harry alone in the common room.
"She really loves me." Harry said to himself.
"Yea, she does." Came a male voice from behind Harry.
Harry spun around, and was face to face with none other than his two best friends, Ron and Hermione.
Harry sighed. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Well, this is our common room." Ron said.
Hermione nudged him hard, and said, "Harry, we knew something was wrong. And when Rachel came to us at breakfast, crying, she told us everything. Oh Harry! She just lost her brother and father. And now she lost you, how do you think she's feeling?"
"She hasn't lost me!" Harry said, frustrated. "And I'm sorry for her loss. I really am. But she could have gotten expelled if a teacher had found them. And she could have REALLY hurt Ginny. Ginny could have REALLY hurt Rachel. They both could have gotten expelled. Because of ME! And that's what's killing me, Hermione."
Hermione looked at Harry, surprised at his sudden outburst of feelings. Then she looked at Ron, who looked back. He nodded.
"Well, Harry." Ron began. "Maybe you should work things out. With Rachel and all."
"Yeah, and you need some time to cool off." Hermione chimed in. "We'll be out by the lake if you need us." Harry looked up. "Ok." He said, feeling strange. He saw Hermione and Ron go out the portrait hole, and was surprised to see them hand in hand. But he didn't have room in his head to ponder about this. He had to find Rachel, and get things sorted out between them. Or should he?
A/N: he he, what do u think? R&R PLEASE!!!! Also, next chappie might have a little, "fluff" dare I say? He he he.and it's not the pair u think it it!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!
Ok.first of all, I am VERY grateful and thankful for all the reviews, you guys are the best, also, if you don't like this story, then DON'T FUKKEN READ IT!!! I HONESTLY feel awful when people send me reviews like "this is a fukken awful story" and yes, it might be to you, and you have every right to say that, but I don't appreciate it! It's very rude and instead of saying that, you could give me CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM!! Ahem, n e wais, a couple of notes to some of the reviewers:
James: im writing, im writing.lol.and sorry bout the chat-lingo thingy, it's cuz my beta is busy and cant correct my chapters n e more.( Mara Tristan: Im VERY VERY sorry about the gay thing, im not sure where I said that, but im sure u read it and yes, I didn't mean to offend anyone, and thanks for letting me know.. HarryPotterMustLiveOn: the reason I write my author notes the way I do is because its slang, and that;s the way I want to write them, so I will..bleh!
And to all the rest of the reviewers.thank u so much from the bottom of my heart..keep reviewing, ( cuz I love u for it) and I'll keep writing.MUAH!! Iights, onto the CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!
By the way, this chapter is when ginny FINALLY comes into play, sry it took so long.meh!!! Also, there is a lot of swearing and "stuff" that goes on.so reader discretion it advised..
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~ Chapter 10 ~
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Friends Fighting?
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Harry slowly unfolded the letter in his hands. He still had no idea what it could be about, except the fact that it was from the Ministry of Magic. He looked up into Rachel's eyes, and saw that she had tears in them again. He looked back down at the letter, and read the scarlet ink:
Dear Ms. Rachel Avalon (Riddle)
We are very sad to inform you that there has been an attack on your muggle family. Your father's apartment in London was completely destroyed. A few muggles in the area heard the disturbance, but ministry officials arrived on the scene before any of the muggles could catch a glance of the wizard. The muggles memories have been modified, so no police or ambulances were called.
But unfortunately, our officials were not in time to save your father, Daniel Avalon, and your brother, Tom Avalon. The still unidentified wizard murdered them.
The details of this murder are too gruesome to write down in a letter.
We are outraged that somebody could have a sick mind like this, but our officials magicked the bodies out, and repaired the apartment. Your mother, Clarisse Avalon, requested that the funeral be private. You will be pulled out of school for as long as you need. I will send your headmaster, Dumbledore, a letter indicating what has happened.
Your mother told me to write this letter, as she is unable to do so, because she is in a phase of shock. You are excused from school from this day on, but are requested to please stay in Hogwarts castle until a final date for the funeral is set.
Thank you for your time, I am as shocked as you, And gravely sorry, Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge
Harry couldn't believe it. He just couldn't. Rachel's family, dead. But why? Why would someone put her and her mother through all this pain, and more importantly, who?
He looked up at Rachel, and couldn't hold back his feelings, seeing her crying silently.
"Who the fuck would do this to you?" Harry barked, suddenly furious, standing up and pacing around the room. "What the fuck?!? I'll kill them when I find them. Holy fuck! I'll murder them. I swear to god, I'll murder them. I'll rip their heart out and watch it beat.with my bare, fuckin', hands! They're as good as dead. But who the fuck? Those shitty bastards! I'll fuckin' kill them! Shit! I will. Fuckin bastard."
"HARRY!!!" Rachel screamed, for the fifth time now, and Harry finally heard her, and stopped shouting.
"What?" Harry turned to her, not realizing that he was still shouting until it was too late. "Sorry," he added quickly, seeing the scared expression on her face.
"Calm down, please." She said quietly. "And your not going to kill anybody!"
"Oh yeah?" Harry said, furious again. "Watch me! I'll kill them"
"You'll go to Azkaban for life!" Rachel shouted.
"So! As long as the bastard is dead, I'll be fuckin happy!"
"No Harry! I won't let you!" Rachel said, standing up and looking him strait in the eye. She grabbed his shoulders, and quietly, but clearly, continued. "Harry, I love you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that you were in Azkaban because of me."
"But -?" Harry interrupted.
"No! Shhh.." Rachel said pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. "I want him killed as much as you, but we can't kill them, we can't kill anybody. And if anybody deserves Azkaban, it's that jackass. Alright?"
Harry nodded.
"Promise me one thing, Harry. Promise me that no matter WHAT, you won't kill anybody, NOBODY!!! And I mean it, Harry. I'm being serious. Don't. No matter how pissed off you are. OK?" She looked desperately into his eyes.
"Alright." Harry answered.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
They looked at each other for a long time, and then Harry suddenly remembered that Rachel had cuts on her wrists.
"Hey," he took one of her wrists, and ran his finger along the cut. Rachel winced. "You still never told me the explanation for these cuts."
"Oh." Rachel said, looking very uncomfortable. "Umm..."
"What?" Harry asked, starting to panic. What if Rachel had a serious problem that he didn't know about? Then what? What would he do? He looked at Rachel, and she was looking out the window.
"Rachel?" He asked softly, sneaking up behind her, grabbing her by the shoulders and making her jump.
"Ah.you scared me, Harry."
"Don't change the subject," Harry responded. "You still didn't answer my question." He started rubbing her shoulders, relieving her of her tension. Her back was to him.
"Ohh.." She moaned, and Harry liked the sound of it. "That feels nice."
"I know."
"Are you trying to distract me?" She asked slyly.
"No," Harry chuckled. "Just tell me. If there's something wrong with you then-?"
"There's nothing wrong with me." She snapped, turning around quickly making Harry almost fall.
"Well, then why don't you just tell me?" Harry snapped back.
"Because, well..." She turned away again.
"Rachel, just tell me."
"I," she hesitated, then, "well, once McGonagall gave me the letter, I obviously couldn't believe it. I was in shock. She comforted me for a while. Then when I pulled myself together, she led me back to my dormitory." She sniffed.
"Ok, but that doesn't explain the wrists." Harry said.
"I know I'm getting there." She said, and when she continued, her voice shook. "Then I.I just thought of nothing. I wasn't thinking strait. I wanted to die, Harry. Life had no meaning to me. I HAD to die. Harry, I was still in shock. I still am, but.you're here now."
"What happened? Tell me, Rachel," Harry said firmly.
"Well, I wanted to die, and." her voice was shaking very badly now. But she continued, because Harry was staring at her, wanting to know the rest. "Well, I looked for something sharp. It's the first thing that came into my mind!" She added, as Harry gasped. But she continued, seeing Harry's expression. "I looked over at Hermione's bed, and her muggle nail kit was there. So I ran to it and grabbed the tiny scissors." She stopped.
Harry wasn't sure he wanted to know the rest, but he was thankful that Rachel was standing in front of him.
But now that she started, it was easier to go on, and get it all out. So Rachel continued.
"I placed the scissors to my skin, but they weren't sharp enough to pierce my skin, so I took out my wand and cast a sharpening spell. I took the scissors, and they pierced my skin, but when I saw the blood, I think I must have collapsed or something, because when I woke up, there was blood across my whole arm.
"But it wasn't satisfying enough. Harry, I must have gone mad, because I took the scissors and kept running them up and down my wrists. And luckily, Hermione came in, and I told her everything." She finished looking scared.
So that's why Hermione was all freaked out, Harry thought to himself. And that's why she was up here so long. But Harry felt like kicking himself. He wasn't there for his girlfriend when she needed him the most. He had almost lost her. How much dumber could he get?
"Harry?" Rachel said softly.
"It's all my fault!" Harry blurted out.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, taken aback.
"I should have been here for you when you needed me most. But nooooooooo.I was in the damn common room doing my damn Divination homework."
"Harry," Rachel said, laughing softly. "It's not your fault. How could you have known? And EVERYONE has homework, you know. Even me! That reminds me, what did we do in divination today?"
"Er.you don't have to do homework, remember? You're excused from school."
"Oh, right." Rachel's face fell, as she remembered what had happened to her through the past few hours.
"I'm always here for you, never forget that, alright Rachel?"
She turned to Harry.
"How could I forget?"
Harry smiled.
"I love you!"
"I love you too!"
"Can I kiss you?"
"You don't have to ask, Harry." Rachel giggled. "Less talk, more action!" She said softly, which made them both smile.
The door suddenly opened.
"Woops!" It was Ron. Harry looked around at him furiously, and saw that Ron was glowing pink. "Er, sorry, heh, I'll come back later, shall I?"
Rachel glanced at Harry, unable to hold in her smile, before she said to Ron, "No, no. It's alright. Come in."
Ron stepped into the room, closely followed by Hermione, who was looking happier than usual.
"What is it?" Rachel asked.
"Well, it's really late. I thought maybe I should bring Hermione to bed.I mean sleep, that's all." Ron said, turning red. Hermione giggled.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, suspiciously.
"Nothing!" Hermione said, in a rather high voice.
"You two should go. The other girls might start coming up any minute now." Rachel said.
"Are you feeling better now?" Harry asked Rachel.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Your not gonna do any thing stupid are you?"
"Harry!!" Rachel squealed. "Don't worry, you calmed me down. Thank you. But you really have to go now, I don't want you to get in trouble."
"Oh, alright." Harry said. "See you tomorrow, Rachel. Hermione." And he and Ron left and went to their own dormitories.
*
The next morning Harry woke up and forgot that it was a Saturday. When he woke up, and saw that none of the other boys in his dormitory had awoken, he remembered that there was no school today.
But, not being able to fall asleep again because of Rachel, he silently got dressed, and made his way to the common room. He decided to wait until Rachel was awake, so he took his book, Flying with the Cannons, and read it again.
After a couple of minutes of ignoring his growling stomach, he heard movement towards the girls' staircase. A couple of minutes later, he saw Rachel walking down the stairs, still in her pajamas. Her eyes were half open, and she was yawning very openly and Harry was amazed to see how big her mouth could open.
He smiled to himself at her appearance. But she apparently hadn't seen him sitting on the chair closest to the fire. She walked over to the couch in the middle of the huge room, and fell onto it.
"What am I gonna do?" She whispered to herself.
"About what?" Harry asked, standing up.
Rachel jumped up a foot with shock. When Harry saw her face, he noticed that it was paper white.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him.
"I could ask you the same question." Was Harry's response. "Are you alright?"
"Well, I got another letter yesterday, a couple of minutes after you and Ron left."
Harry looked at her, and surveyed her closely. "And?"
"It was from my mother." She paused for a minute. Harry walked up to her, grabbed her waist, pulled her close to him, and held her.
He had never felt like this before. Never! It was strange, but he liked the feeling of it, for some reason. When he felt Rachel wrap her arms around him, Harry felt a prickling sensation in his skin. All that mattered right now was to have Rachel. Was to hold her forever, and never let go. He was amazed at how beautiful she could look even this early in the morning.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
Then he heard her crying. He pulled her away just enough to make her meet his gaze. When he did, he noticed something that he had never seen there before. Sadness. Great sadness.
He felt a prickling in his eyes, and he almost broke down with her. He felt that maybe if he would, they would both get to release some of their grief. Rachel losing her family. Harry not even knowing his parents. Not knowing how they would have looked. Not being able to see him, all grown up, holding the one person, other than them, he loved more than anything. And if he lost Rachel now, just like he had lost his parents, he didn't know if he would be able to take it. In fact, he knew he wouldn't be able to take it.
But he stopped all his thought, and focused on Rachel, who was eyeing him with a very strange look. Was it pity?
"Harry?" You alright?" She asked him, still holding him closely.
"Yes," Harry replied, not letting go of her either. "But are you?"
She looked away. "My mother has scheduled a date for the funeral." She said sadly.
Oh, Harry thought. At least he didn't have to experience the funeral of his parents. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing his parents being buried.
When Harry didn't say anything, Rachel continued. "It's the day after tomorrow. And Harry," She lifted his chin so they could lock eyes, "I really want you to come. I dunno if I could do this without you. Harry, I love you. I need you. Now more than ever. But if you don't want to come, I understand." She finished sadly, looking away.
Harry didn't know what made him say it, but when he did, he felt it was the best thing. He didn't hesitate. "Of course I'll go. If you want me too, that is."
"Of course I do!" Her eyes lit up, and Harry couldn't help but notice how very beautiful they were. "Do you really mean it? You'll come?"
"Yeah, I will. If it means making you feel better. Count me in."
"Thank you." She responded, her eyes twinkling. She smiled at him, and he felt his insides churn. She was leaning closer to him. He couldn't help but lean closer to her.
Next thing he knew, their lips touched. Finally! It was the warmest feeling ever. A hundred times better that kissing Cho. How could he be thinking about Cho at a time like this? It was Rachel now. All Rachel. The kiss deepened. He wanted more. He wanted to explore her, all of her. It seemed like she wanted the same thing, her hand was running down his back.
He felt her tongue part his lips, and enter inside of him. It grazed his teeth, and he couldn't help but do the same to her. He suddenly felt his hand running up her waist, touching her breasts, which were soft and tender. Her hand had entered his pants, and was grazing against his-
"What the fuck!"
They broke apart instantly, both looking around at who had interrupted them.
It was Ginny.
Harry felt his face burn, and through the corner of his eyes, Rachel was glowing scarlet too.
"Er.sorry," Ginny said awkwardly.
"Ginny!" Rachel gasped.
Ginny narrowed her eyes at Rachel. "How could you?" Ginny spat. "You fuckin', slutty whore!"
"Ugh!" Rachel groaned.
"Ginny! What's your problem? It's none of your business what Rachel and me do! It's personal, and you can't go calling people names like that!" Harry was suddenly furious, and worried. What if she went and told the whole school what she saw. Harry, and Rachel's lives would be ruined.
Ginny's gaze fell to the floor. "I'm, sorry, Harry. But you know I care for you. A lot." She mumbled, before she turned away and left.
Harry sighed impatiently. Of course he knew! How could he not? Five years and counting.
"I'll go after her." He said, but as he made his way toward the portrait hole, where Ginny exited, Rachel threw out her hand to stop him.
"I'll go after her." She said firmly. "Girl stuff, you know." Harry smirked, nodded, and Rachel left after Ginny.
Uh-oh! Was that smart? Harry thought to himself. What if Ginny kills Rachel? Alone together in a room? They'll definitely kill each other, with or without magic.
He made up his mind, and followed them.
Once he climbed through the portrait hole, he looked around at where Rachel and Ginny could have gone. But he couldn't see them. And to his very great surprise, he couldn't hear them either. Wow! He though to himself, maybe Rachel is good at this sort of stuff.
He suddenly had a mental picture of him and Rachel, happily married, and Rachel was holding a pair of twins in her hands. Holy crap! Harry thought. What the fuck was that? Rachel and me, married? Now.that's going a BIT too far. He looked around the room nervously.
A couple of the Gryffindor's were walking down the staircase now, and either leaving to the Great Hall, or chatting with friends. Ron wasn't awake yet, neither was Hermione.
What the hell was he thinking? Harry thought to himself? First of all, he was about to "do it" with Rachel, after their very first kiss. But it was a nice one, he remembered. Her lips were so soft, lush, and warm. But second of all, he was in the friggin' common room.where ANYONE could have seen them. And someone DID see them. Ginny.
Ginny.
Why did it have to be her? Of all the people, Ginny. The fates were definitely not on his side today. He knew Ginny liked him. Ever since she first saw him on the Hogwarts express, in his first year. But her little crush had grown into much, much more. Love.
He knew this from Hermione mostly, and a little from Ron. But he didn't have feelings for her like that. He though if he stayed away from her, out of sight, maybe she would get over him. But she didn't. Then she just HAD to see him and Rachel making out in the common room. How much stupider could he get. Honestly!
"Harry! Harry!! HARRY!!!" His thoughts were interrupted by a voice. He snapped back to reality.
"Harry!" It was Colin Creevey and his brother, Dennis.
"Yeah?" Harry asked.
"We just saw Rachel and Ginny. Well we didn't see them, we heard them. It sounded as if they were fighting. They were really mad." Dennis said, he had matured over the summer, as did Colin. Colin secretly had a crush on Ginny, which only Harry and Ron knew about. Maybe he would hook them up one day. But there were more important things to think about at the moment.
"Oh my god!!" Harry gasped. "Really? Where?"
"Here, I'll show you!" Colin said in his deep voice, and he started towards the staircase, closely followed by Harry.
"I'll stay here," Dennis said, turning away and heading towards a group of girls sitting and chatting, eyeing him enthusiastically.
When they were out in the corridor, Colin started walking towards another staircase. He was taking the exact same route as to the Great Hall.
"Colin, where are we going?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Well, I was heading to the Great Hall for breakfast, when I came across Malfoy, and his two stupid friends." Harry sniggered at Colin's description of Crabbe and Goyle. "Well, he said he wanted to practice a spell on me, and he whipped out his wand. I whipped mine out to. But our spells hit in mid-air, and mine rebounded and smashed against the wall, while Malfoy's hit Dennis, and his wand went flying."
They took a corner, Harry picturing what Colin had just told him, and continued. "Then Malfoy left, laughing. Dennis and me started looking for his wand. And when we found it, we heard screaming and noises, so we followed it to this door." Colin finished, stopping at the door.
Harry listened intently, but it was silent inside. "Thanks Colin," Harry said.
"Well, I'll just go then, shall I?" Colin asked.
"Yeah, whatever." Harry replied, examining the door closely, which was locked.
When he heard Colin's footsteps die away, he whispered, "Alohamora!" And the door unlocked magically. He kicked it open.
He gasped at the sight that met his eyes. Both Ginny and Rachel were lying on the floor of the small, cramped classroom. Rachel's wand was laying ten feet away from her, while Ginny's was floating in mid-air above Rachel.
Ginny had a large gash through her left cheek, which was glistening with blood. It was running down her skin and her hand, which was supporting her head.
Rachel on the other hand, had small cuts through all of her visible skin, and on her wand hand, she had what looked like teeth marks.
"Holy fuck!" Harry gasped, running to each of them and checking their pulse. They were both alive, thankfully. He breathed a sigh of relief. They were just knocked out.
He walked up to Rachel, pointed his wand to her, and said, "Enervate." Her eyes flicked open. She moaned and started lifting herself off the floor. He did the same to Ginny. When her eyes flicked open, and when she saw his face, she gasped.
"Harry! Fuckin' shit!" She looked over at Rachel, who was glaring at her.
"Rachel, Ginny!" Harry said, "What the hell were you two thinking?" He turned to Ginny. "Ginny, I thought you were smarter than this. Fighting? What the hell were you thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking-" Ginny started, but was cut off by Harry.
"I know you weren't thinking." He snapped. She hung her head. Rachel was looking as if Christmas had come early.
"And you!" Harry said, turning to Rachel. Her smile vanished instantly. It was Ginny's turn to smile. "'Girl stuff' my ass!" He said, furious.
"This is girl stuff, Harry!" Rachel retorted. "We were fighting about who gets the man. But as I was explaining to this bitch before, you were never hers. All mine." She grinned evilly at Ginny, narrowing her eyes.
But it vanished as quickly as it came when Harry spoke.
"You think that's something you can fight about? A stupid boy?" Ginny hung her head. "You could both have gotten suspended, better yet, expelled Even KILLED!!! I dunno what the hell you two were thinking. If you were thinking at all, which I doubt."
And with that, he spun around and left. But before he did, he heard Ginny. She walked up to her wand, snatched it from the air, and stalked away, but not before saying to Rachel, "See what you did, you bitch! Now he's mad at me!" And she stalked passed Harry and out of the room. Harry waited until her footsteps died away, and he too, left.
"Wait," Rachel cried after him.
"No," was Harry's simple answer.
How could they do this? Harry asked himself. Are ALL girls like this? So protective of their men? But then, Harry was protective of Rachel. He didn't know what he would do if some other guy wanted her. Then again, Malfoy wanted her, and Harry felt like he could just kill Malfoy.
He didn't feel like going to the Great Hall, so he made his way back to Gryffindor Tower. On his way, he saw Hermione and Ron.
They saw his face, but before they opened their mouths, Harry said, "Not in the mood. Tell you later. I wanna be alone. See you guys later." And without stopping, he kept going and went through the portrait hole.
Damn, that kiss! It kept bugging him. And Rachel was already sad because of her family. What the fuck was he thinking? Getting mad at her? God, he HAD to make up with her, but not at the moment. He was still kind of pissed.
When he walked in the common room, only a couple six years were in the room, not at breakfast. As he walked over to an armchair, he noticed a red- haired someone sitting by the fire. Ginny.
She was crying softly to herself, and Harry could only hear her sniffs. His heart started to pound, very quickly, and he thought that she would hear it. He didn't even know what to say to her. He was thinking fast. Maybe if he just walked away.
No. He couldn't do that. Why was he scared of Ginny anyways? Well, he wasn't scared of Ginny, only her feelings towards him. But, he had to tell her how he felt. It was now, or never. And he couldn't not tell her. So, he decided to go and sit beside her.
When he did, she flinched at the sight of him. Her hand moved to her face, and quickly, she wiped away all her tears, and then she looked down at her knees.
Before Harry said anything, he thought about all the situations he was going through with girls. First with Cho, then with Rachel, and now with Ginny. He had really grown up. He didn't even realize it.
"Ginny," Harry started softly, "we need to talk."
"Aren't you mad at me?" Ginny asked with a slightly shaky voice.
"Well," Harry thought for a second, carefully phrasing his words. "I won't lie to you Ginny." She looked up. "What you and Rachel did was stupid. I wont deny that fact. I really don't know what got into the two of you. I realize that you were being protective, and so was she. Then again, she IS my girlfriend."
Harry stopped. Ginny's face looked, if possible, even sadder. But before he continued, she spoke.
"Harry, don't even say it. I know what you're gonna say, and you're right. I'm stupid. I know."
"No," Harry debated. "Your not stupid. And I have to say this. Because it has to come out of my mouth, and you have to hear it." He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "For the past couple of years, you've had a crush on me. And there's nothing wrong with that. But, I've heard some other things also. From both Hermione and Ron. They told me you have strong feelings for me, am I right?" He hated saying this, but he HAD to get it over with, once and for all. It had gone far enough already.
Ginny flushed, and as he looked at her, Harry felt himself go scarlet too.
"Err.they told you, did they?" Ginny asked politely. "Well, I thought I could trust Hermione, but I was wrong. And I have no idea how Ron found out."
"Ginny!" Harry said, and she looked up. "Listen, I don't want to be rude, or anything, but, I don't feel the same way you do." There, Harry thought to himself, he finally got it out. "I have a girlfriend. And, well, Ginny, you're just a friend. And I don't think I'll ever have the same feelings for you. I want us to be friends, and that's it. Please, I hope you understand that."
"I do understand that, Harry." Ginny said, but didn't look up. "But," Harry's face fell. "I can't just stop loving you. It's not something you can help. It just comes. I can't help my feelings for you. And, even if you say it's never going to happen, there's always hope. And that's something I will always carry around with me, Harry. I can't help my feelings for you." She got up, about to leave. But she wasn't done yet. "I'll always love you, Harry, no matter what. But I promise I'll stay out of your way. And if you ever need me, I'm always here. Don't forget," And with that, she left a stunned Harry alone in the common room.
"She really loves me." Harry said to himself.
"Yea, she does." Came a male voice from behind Harry.
Harry spun around, and was face to face with none other than his two best friends, Ron and Hermione.
Harry sighed. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Well, this is our common room." Ron said.
Hermione nudged him hard, and said, "Harry, we knew something was wrong. And when Rachel came to us at breakfast, crying, she told us everything. Oh Harry! She just lost her brother and father. And now she lost you, how do you think she's feeling?"
"She hasn't lost me!" Harry said, frustrated. "And I'm sorry for her loss. I really am. But she could have gotten expelled if a teacher had found them. And she could have REALLY hurt Ginny. Ginny could have REALLY hurt Rachel. They both could have gotten expelled. Because of ME! And that's what's killing me, Hermione."
Hermione looked at Harry, surprised at his sudden outburst of feelings. Then she looked at Ron, who looked back. He nodded.
"Well, Harry." Ron began. "Maybe you should work things out. With Rachel and all."
"Yeah, and you need some time to cool off." Hermione chimed in. "We'll be out by the lake if you need us." Harry looked up. "Ok." He said, feeling strange. He saw Hermione and Ron go out the portrait hole, and was surprised to see them hand in hand. But he didn't have room in his head to ponder about this. He had to find Rachel, and get things sorted out between them. Or should he?
A/N: he he, what do u think? R&R PLEASE!!!! Also, next chappie might have a little, "fluff" dare I say? He he he.and it's not the pair u think it it!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!