Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, on the contrary to popular belief.... or just mine for that matter...

Isolde exsamined the contents of the vial she used to fibish the potion, it had been several hours earlier that Hermione Granger had confessed some odd feels to Isolde Devnet. Isolde was not phased, she still was determined to give Draco Malfoy the potion, she had no rea, solid relationship worthy feelings that she held for the girl. Although she wasn't sure she could say the same about her employer.

In her own dismay she sat on the roof of the Slytherin tower watching her team practice Quidditch. She noticed a certain bleach blonde soar throught the air with ease, and glared in envy. Maybe she would by a broom with her money.

Hermione Granger passed around her dorm room, she had confessed her deepest darkest secret to Isolde Devnet and took off without hearing what Isolde thought of her banter. Maybe she felt the same way. maybe not. Hermione spazzed in frustration. She looked out her window and in the distance she could jusy make out Slytherin practicing Quidditch. Draco Malfoy weaved his way throught the players, like Isolde had said she wasn't exsactly 100% gay, but shr frlt pretty strongly about Isolde. Strong enought to tell her anyway.

Draco had the oddest feeling that he was being watched, he turned but could not tell who was looking at him. He shook the thought but continued to concentrate on his target. He knew his father would disapprove of Hermione, in fact he would probably try and kill her a few times. But Draco knew that she was the one, every since that explosion Neville Longbottom caused several months ago he could think nothing other then Hermione. He lived for her, breathed for her. Ok so he was a little melodromatic, but he knew she was the only one that would ever make him happy, and he would make sure of it. No matter what Isolde asked, no dint in his wallet would taint his love. Thought this didn't fail to cease his flirtation mode with everything else that owned a pair of breasts.

Isolde had a feeling something bad was going to be caused by the bloody potion. She could sense it, and knew she wouldn't change her fate for a second. She was concerned about Hermione, actually what Draco's father would do if, when rather, he found out about Draco's current obession. Probably drink himself into an early coma.

Isolde could only think about herself right now, and avoiding Hermione was her top priority. Telling Draco his potion was made was second. The wind blew and it became colder up on the roof. She pulled her cloak tightly around her. At that exsact moment Isolde wished she could leap off the tower and fly. Like a bird and never have to live complicated human-witch life. It would never happen, not ever.

"What are you doing up here all alone?" asked a soft voice.

Isolde was startled but she easily recovered. "Contimplating suicide," she replied jokingly.

"That's not very nice," Ron said taking a seat beside her.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned him.

"Taking a ride," he answered nervously.

"Don't worry," Isolde replied calmly. "I don't care if you were spying on my house's Quidditch practice."

Ron sighed with relief. "Thanks, though this is a pretty good veiw."

"Yeah," Isolde nodded indifferently.

"But you didn't come here to watch?" Ron asked.

"Nope," Isolde answered. "But seeing Malfoy flying around without his shirt on was an added bonus."

Ron scrunched up his nose in disgust.

"I was joking," Isolde rolled her eye's.

"I knew that," Ron said.

"Of course," Isolde rolled her eye's again.

A greatful silence passed between them, as they watched Slytherin wrap up their practice.

"So what are you really doing up here?" Ron asked.

"Thinking," Isolde replied.

"Do you mind if I asked about what?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Yes I do," Isolde narrowed his eye's at him.

"Sorry," he apologized instantly.

Another wave of silence hit them.

"Hey Hermione," a voice called, followed by a knock.

Hermione pried her eye's away from the window, Quidditch practice was just ending. "Yes Harry?"

"Is there something the matter?" Harry asked.

"No," Hermione answered. "Why?" she asked,

"You haven't studied tonight," Harry joked.

"Very funny," she scolded.

Harry laughed. "So do you want to go for a ride?" he asked.

"You know I despise those things," Hermione said displeased.

"I thought you could use some fresh air," Harry pleaded.

"No, that's ok," Hermione refused.

"Come on Hermione, we'll look for Ron and plan a Hogsmeade trip," Harry tried again.

Hermione thought it was a good idea. I mean, what could really go wrong? "Okay Harry, just let mr get my robe."

"You're the real MaCoy," Ron finally said.

"What?" Isolde looked at him oddly.

"You're cool," Ron explained. "I'm surprised you don't have more friends."

"I don't have any friends," Isolde snapped.

Ron looked a little hurt. "Well, we thought, that you know."

"Oh," Isolde shrugged. "You guy's shouldn't really think of me as a friend," Isolde tried to avoid the subject.

"Well I was thinking maybe we could be more then friends," Ron asked hopefully.

Isolde just noticed how close he was sitting to her. "I well, I, uh."

Ron leaned closer to her, and Isolde leaned back some more. He wrapped his arm around her back and held her in place. As her slowly bent down and kissed her. He moved his other hand around the back of her neck.

Before she could do anything a voice came from infront of them. "Hey Ron take it easy on her!" Harry called.

Isolde pushed Ron off, and he blushed. She looked and there in mid air Harry and Hermione were flying around them. She got up, "This isn't what it looks like," she told Hermione.

"Let's go Harry," she said quietly.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, we should give them their privacy."

Isolde turned to Ron after she could not see them any more. "Why'd you have to do that?" she snapped.

"I'm sorry," he apologized for the second time that night.

"Look Ron," she said angerly. "I don't like you that way," she shuddered at the thought of his kiss.

Ron looked hurt and disapointed.

"It's not you're fault," she said quickly. "I like someone else," she explained quickly.

"Who?" he asked curiously.

"None of your buisness," she hissed at him. Quickly she climbed over the edge of the tower, and down to a window crawling in.

She ran, it was a habit, when things got bad she took off running.

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