Disclaimer: I must give J.K Rowling credit for everything here except for Angela and the plot.  Those are mine.  And if you wanted to give me money for them I wouldn't say no.

A/N—OK, I'm sorry for any confusion about the pairings.  It's Harry/Angela, Draco/Ginny will come in much later…in like…10, 15 chapters.  I know it seems like I'm leaning toward an Angela/Draco story, and I was toying with the idea for a bit, but I decided that it's just better that they are good friends.  So…yeah.  Hope that clears everything up.

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The celebration went on into the night until Professor McGonagall came and told them to go to bed.  Angela and Harry decided to wait in the common room for Hermione and Ron to come back, but when they fell asleep in each other's arms an hour later on the couch they still had not come back.

Angela was in a room.  It wasn't Hogwarts; it was in a house somewhere.  She could see windows that were boarded up and across the room she saw a table with someone on it.  The person looked familiar and as she looked closer she could see it was Draco Malfoy, and he was chained to the table.  He was unconscious and unstirring.  The thought raced through Angela's mind that he might be dead, but then she thought that he would not be chained to the table if he were dead.  The thought comforted her somehow.  

It was a dream like only a few she had had in the past.  She could tell that she was not a participant in the dream, but an observer.  She watched as the door across the room opened and Voldemort walked through, closely followed by a man that could only be Draco Malfoy's father.  They both walked over to the table.  Lucius Malfoy looked down at his son with an expression that resembled disgust.  Angela's dislike of the man deepened as she watched him look at his son.  "How can someone not love his own child?" she thought, still watching.  Voldemort began to speak.

"Now that Wormtail has been taken I'm going to turn to you Lucius to be my closest assistant.  Your son will help us, whether he is willing or not."  With that he took out a wand, obviously new, and said "Ennervate!" 

Draco Malfoy began to stir on the table.  It took him only a few seconds to realize that he was chained to it and he began fighting the restraints.  Voldemort let out a high, cruel laugh, as did the elder Malfoy.  Angela wanted nothing more than to punch Lucius Malfoy at that moment.  Draco looked up at his father with hatred pouring out of his eyes.  Angela could tell that he loathed his father, and who could blame him?

Voldemort looked down at Draco and spoke to him as if he were another of his sniveling followers.  "Draco…don't fight them.  They won't break.  Now, you are going to help us."

"I will never help you."  Draco spat in Voldemort's eye.  Angela smiled, and then watched Voldemort for his response.  He instantly became very angry an pointed his wand at Draco and said "Crucio!"  Angela watched in horror as Draco screamed and twitched, pulling on the chains harder than ever.  Lucius Malfoy seemed to enjoy watching his son writhe in pain, smiling slightly at the sight.  After about a minute Voldemort decided that he had had enough and said "Finite Incantatem!"  Draco stopped screaming and lay there breathing heavily, still occasionally giving an involuntary twitch.

"That will teach you to disrespect me, boy."  Angela could hear the bitterness in Voldemort's voice.  "Now, you will help us, whether you like it or not.  Unfortunately I have lost my wand," he paused as his face gave an angry twitch, "and I cannot perform the necessary spell.  However, your father has graciously volunteered to perform the spell for me.  Lucius, if you will."

Lucius Malfoy began speaking very quickly in Latin.  "Animus domini, penetro corpus famuli."  He had his wand pointed directly at Draco and as soon as he finished speaking Angela saw a black form leave Voldemort and go into Draco. 

Angela quickly tried to figure out what the Latin had meant.  As far as she could think it meant "soul of the master, penetrate the body of the servant."  "Holy shit," she thought to herself, "he's got Voldemort's soul!" 

Draco's eyes closed and when they opened again she saw them glow red.  Lucius Malfoy smiled and said "A success, master."  Angela looked at Voldemort, wanting to see his reaction.  Voldemort just stood there, staring ahead unseeing, his eyes a dull crimson.  She was surprised to hear Draco respond, "Excellent.  Unchain me."

Lucius waved his wand and the chains disappeared. Draco sat up and said,  "Lets see Potter and Harte get past this," before laughing Voldemort's high cruel laugh.

Angela woke with a start.  "Draco!" she said breathlessly.  Harry was already awake and had been watching her sleep. 

He looked at her, very confused.  "Angela?"

"Draco's in trouble!" she started to get up. 

Harry grabbed her arm.  "Since when is he 'Draco'?"

Angela could sense the anger in his voice.  "Harry, I love you, but Malfoy's in trouble.  I have to go see the headmaster."

"Since when do you care if Malfoy's in trouble?  Let him take care of himself.  And besides, it's three in the morning.  Dumbledore's asleep."

Angela pulled her arm out of Harry's grasp.  "Harry, get jealous later.  Or don't come with me.  Either way, I have to go see the headmaster, now."

She headed towards the portrait hole and was almost there when it hit her what time Harry had said it was.  She thought for a second and then raised her hand.  "Accio Invisibility Cloak!"  Seconds later she had her invisibility cloak in her hand and wrapped around herself.

"Wait!  I'm coming with you!"  Harry ran over to where she was.  She quickly draped the cloak over him and they went out the portrait hole together.  Angela took out her map and said in a low voice so Harry couldn't hear, "Spatior Illac."  The familiar lines of the map traced themselves over the parchment and Angela muttered "Lumos!" so that they could read the map.  A quick scan showed no movement between there and the door of the Headmaster's office.  Angela muttered "Nox!" and they quickly headed towards the second floor.  They got there quickly and said "Hershey Kiss" quietly at the same time.  The statue jumped aside and Angela and Harry stepped onto the top step.  Angela itched to get there faster than they were going, but she knew they couldn't.  They finally reached the top and threw off the cloak. 

Angela knocked on the door loudly.  "Professor Dumbledore!  I have to talk to you!  Professor Dumbledore!"  Angela began pounding her fist on the door and after a moment it opened. 

She quickly went into the office.  Dumbledore came out of his quarters a few moments later and looked at Angela, great concern showing in his eyes.

Angela quickly told Dumbledore about the dream that she had had and about the one that she had that morning.  Dumbledore nodded and stood saying "Mr. Malfoy is in the hospital wing for tonight.  I believe we should go and make sure that he's still there."

Angela nodded and Dumbledore turned to his fireplace.  They were in the hospital wing moments later.  Angela could see that Malfoy was in a bed in the far corner.  She breathed a sigh of relief.  The next moment she heard Harry gasp.  She turned quickly and saw him grasping his scar.  She felt the burning sensation in her hands that meant that Voldemort was near.  She quickly muttered a pain relief spell before walking over to Harry.  She pried his hand off of his forehead and touched his scar, saying the same pain relief spell.  She could tell that it worked as Harry relaxed and said "Thanks!" a bit breathlessly.

Dumbledore pulled his wand out, knowing what it meant when Harry's scar hurt.  Angela looked around quickly, scanning the room for signs of Voldemort.  Then a thought occurred to her.  She walked towards the bed that Malfoy was in and saw that he was awake.  But it wasn't Draco Malfoy's silver gray eyes looking at Angela as she crossed the room.  It was Voldemort's glowing red ones.

'Malfoy' sat up in bed quickly as he saw Angela walking towards him.  He had a smirk on his face and he started to speak when Angela cut him off.  "You just don't learn, do you Tom?"

Malfoy's smirk turned into a look of surprise.  "You would never know," Angela continued, "that you were one of the best students that ever attended Hogwart's.  All them brains and no common sense.  Animus domini, egredior corpus famuli!"  Angela watched as the black form she had seen enter Draco in her dream now left him and flew out the window.  Draco's body collapsed on the floor as it left his body.  Angela rushed over and knelt next to him.  Dumbledore and Harry walked over to see if he was all right.  Dumbledore waved his wand and Draco's unconscious form floated back onto the bed just as Madam Pomphrey rushed in, in her nightshirt. 

"What's going on?  Albus?" she looked questioningly at Dumbledore as she rushed over to Malfoy.

"Just an incident with young Mister Malfoy and Voldemort.  I believe it is over…for now.  However, I believe it would be safer to leave someone here to watch him while he is here."

Angela looked at Dumbledore and said, "I'll stay."

Harry made a sound of protest as Angela looked at Dumbledore.  "Very well.  I believe Harry would like to stay also.  I need to go send a few owls.  Poppy, is this alright?"

She still looked slightly confused and unsure of what was going on, but she nodded her head.

Angela and Harry sat down in chairs near Malfoy's bed.  Harry looked angry and wouldn't look at Angela.  Madam Pomphrey left after checking to make sure Malfoy's vitals were all normal and warning Harry and Angela to be quiet, as "Mr. Malfoy needs his rest."

Angela looked at Harry and asked the first thing that came to mind.  "What are you thinking?"

Harry looked at her, the anger blazing in his deep green eyes.  "I'm thinking that you and Malfoy are…" He couldn't even finish the sentence.

Angela reached over and put her hand on Harry's arm.  "I assure you that Malfoy and I are doing nothing of the sort."

"You called him Draco!" he hissed at her.

"Yeah, I know.  That's who he was in the dream.  I mean, there were two Malfoys, Draco and Lucius.  Draco is human and though he's an asshole most of the time he is on our side, as little as you want to believe it.  But he and I are not, and never have been, doing anything.  I promise."

"Why did you volunteer to stay?"

"Who else was going to?  Besides, if Voldemort tries to come back tonight no one else around here would be able to stop him, except for you or Dumbledore.  Dumbledore had to go and you weren't going to volunteer."

Harry thought about this for a second before nodding.  "How do you know he's on our side?"

Angela sighed and told Harry about her and Malfoy's conversation the night of her second meeting with Voldemort.  Harry looked at her with narrow eyes.  "Why didn't you tell me this that night?"

"Because I knew this was how you would react and it wasn't important to the story really.  I didn't see any reason to get you upset about nothing.  We weren't friends, we just…I don't know…talked."

"You did more than that.  You saved each other's lives, Angela."

"Well, I guess.  But that's a good thing.  I mean, he saved mine, I couldn't very well let him die."

"That's twice you've saved his neck."

Angela bit her lip before saying, "Three times," in a quiet voice.

Harry looked at her, confused. "Three?  When else did you save Malfoy?"

"Today, well, technically yesterday, at the match.  He couldn't pull out of the dive.  He would have hit the ground and surely died.  I…slowed him up a bit."

Harry swore under his breath and ran a hand through his hair.  "Angela, do you know what it means to save another wizard's life?"

"It means you saved their life.  So?  What's the big deal about that?"

"It means more than that.  When you save another wizard's life you owe that person a Wizard's Debt.  A bond is formed between you and the person whose life you saved.  I have one with Peter Pettigrew…you have a bond with Malfoy.  But since you've saved his life three times…I don't know if the bond grows with that, or what…"

Angela looked at Malfoy.  "That explains a lot," she thought to herself.  She thought about when she was flying and she could feel Malfoy watching her.  It also explained why he had dominated her dreams so often lately.  She looked back at Harry, who had his head in his hands.  "Harry, are you still angry?"

He looked up and she could see love in his eyes.  "No, I'm not angry.  I'm sorry I suspected that you and Malfoy were…you know."

"Yeah.  It's all right.  I'm sure I would think the same thing if you woke up and said some other girl's name."  She smiled at him. 

He put a hand on the side of her face and pulled her into a kiss.  "You know," he said when he broke the kiss, "we're going to have to stay up all night if we're going to watch over Malfoy."  A mischievous grin played across his face. 

Angela grinned back and quickly did a charm on the both of them that would keep them awake.  Harry pulled her back into the kiss, holding both sides of her head.  Angela heard herself moan with the pleasure that he was bringing to her body.  She broke the kiss and stood.  She walked over to a bed across from Malfoy's.  Harry followed her and put his hands on her waist.  She leaned in and kissed him again and Harry's arms wrapped around her.  Her hands went to his neck and played through his hair.  Angela reached around to his front and began to undo the clasps on his robes.  Harry's hands quickly followed suit, swiftly undoing the front of her robes.  Angela pushed Harry's off of his shoulders and shrugged her own off. 

Harry leaned into the kiss, pushing Angela back onto the bed.  Angela put her arms around Harry's neck, keeping him there.  He broke the kiss to catch his breath and lifted her the rest of the way onto the bed.  Angela looked into his eyes and saw love and desire mingling in them.  She pulled him down on top of her and kissed him again.  He began to trail the kisses again, as he had done that morning.  Angela gasped as he reached her neckline, praying that he would keep going.  She felt his hands reach the bottom of her T-shirt and begin pulling it up.  She lifted herself slightly off the bed and allowed Harry to take her shirt off, which he threw to the floor on top of their robes.  He resumed his kisses where he had left off.  Angela gasped and moaned as he kissed her heaving chest.  He slowly kissed his way back up and their lips met once again.  She reached down and lifted his shirt over his head.  As she ran her hands over his bare chest she couldn't believe what she was doing.  It felt so right, but she knew that if she didn't set the boundaries they would go all the way, which she knew she didn't want. 

She broke the kiss and pushed slightly on Harry's chest.  "Harry," she panted, "I can't…I won't go all the way."  She looked straight into his beautiful green eyes as he looked at her.  She could tell that he was slightly disappointed.  "But, there are things, many things, that we can do with out having sex."  She grinned at him.  He grinned back and kissed her again.  They spent the night exploring each other and what could be done in bed without having sex.