" I-HATE-YOOOUUUU!"

Katrina screamed in the rain, screamed at the sky, screamed and screamed and screamed. Tears mixed with raindrops. She sobbed. A solitary figure emerged from under the Quiddich pitch, wrapping his arms around her, and dragged her out of the rain. She wouldn't move. Her feet dug into the mud and the figure held her, letting her cry...

xxx

Now inside the Weasley apartment, John put a blanket around her damp shoulders.

His twin sisters Fiona and Jamie came in screeching and playing with his wand. He snapped, taking it from their hands, "Knock it off!" They stared at him a bit frightened, and then at Katrina who looked intently at the floor. Johan got down on the girls level, growling with clenched teeth, "Sod off."

They ran for it, slamming their door closed loudly.

He tucked away his wand and went back to the fireplace to sit in the chair opposite from his best friend. She murmured lowly, "He promised never to leave me."

"I don't think-"

Katrina's voice trembled, "What am I going to do? Johan, who is going to defeat Voldemort? Who is going to help us go into War? Who is going to save us?"

Her emerald green eyes filled with tears.

"Who is going to save me?"

Johan frowned. "That's obvious." She watched as he took her hand gently, "You're going to defeat Voldemort. You're going to led us to War. You're going to save us. You're going to save yourself."

"How do you know-?"

He cut her off, "I just do. It makes sense. You're the daughter of the Boy-Who-Lived. You're living proof that male pregnancies are real. You're a born leader. You're perfect."

A half smile crept onto his face and she felt a warm shiver run through her.

"No. I'm really not."

Johan shook his head. "You are." He whispered, "When the time comes to War, you will stop the Dark Lord because we all believe in you... I believe in you... I'd follow you to death... I'd do anything for you..." Earnestness twinkled in his dark brown eyes and she was speechless. Did he mean all those things?

Katrina breathed, "Joey..."

She never felt this way around him before. He was just a friend. A very good friend.

His arm wound around her shoulders as their lips met. It felt wet. And incredible. Katrina gave into the urge to kiss him back. One grew after another. She tasted his mouth. Her hands run up under his shirt and came in contact with soft, soft skin. Katrina couldn't hold back the moans rumbling from her system. His hands stroked in her hair. His lips caressed her neck. His fingers trailed across her thighs. Her own reddening lips found his one silver piercing on his earlobe and nibbled it. His breath on hers.

Johan brought his face to hers, throwing off his rumpled shirt, and mumbled, "Wow."

She answered back, "Did you mean those things you said?"

"Of course."

Pleased with his comment, she kissed his lips again and laid down on him. "Joey, I love you. You know that, right?"

He replied, resting his arms around her waist, "Yeah. Love you too, Kat."

So they stayed, falling asleep.

xxx

The apartment door swung open. Draco stepped inside before Ron and Hermione. "Are you sure you haven't seen her?" he asked worriedly.

Hermione assured him, "Johan would know if he has seen her. He's-" All three of them stopped in place by the sealed entrance-way, their eyes setting on the sight of two teenagers sleeping in each other's arms. Ron and Draco looked about ready to explode and Hermione dragged them out of the room promptly.

"Did you see-?"

"Oh no, I will not allow-!"

"They can't-"

"I cannot believe it-!"

"They're only sixteen-"

"Those two are in big-"

Hermione whacked her husband's arm at his outburst, "Leave them alone. Honestly, we knew this day would come!" Ron's ear flushed. "Did you see any stripped clothes on the floor? Were they naked? No, they are just asleep; so both of you, stop acting like the world is ending!" Draco glared at her mildly. She said sternly, "They are teenagers. Responsible teenagers. Draco, Katrina's been put through a lot. You know this. I'm guessing she needs this more then anything in the world."

"What? What does she need? To get pregnant?"

She frowned, saying flustered, "Of course not! True love. An unreachable love that couldn't be given to her by friends or family. A love we have all experienced."

"She's only-"

"I know. I know she is only sixteen. What about you and Harry? I believe you were the same age once as well, Draco Malfoy."

He clammed up.

"What about Johan?" Ron insisted.

Hermione crossed his arms. "He did nothing wrong. And don't you go persecuting him in the morning, Ronald Weasly, or I will have your head!"

She stormed out and he muttered, "Women..." Draco glowered.

"She has a point. No use bothering them now."

Hermione poked her head in. "I will send her home when she wakes up."

xxx

Katrina came into her family's apartment several hours later, skipping and grinning broadly."Isn't it a wonderful day, Dray? I just love Mondays..."

Her honey blonde hair flew around her face as she spun and kissed Draco's cheek when he stood up from the kitchen table, "I'd better get to work on my homework. Love you!" She hummed a lovely tune, passing Wesley to kiss his cheek and disappeared into her room.

The ten-year-old spat, "Eww, what's wrong with her?"

Draco smirked wryly, "I believe it's called love, Wes." He shuddered.

"I hope I never catch it."

The man chuckled, watching him sit down, "Not until you're fifty."

"I'll be too old then. Who wants to marry a geezer?"

"We're not having this discussion."

Wesley laughed, going for some cereal in a cabinet, "I hope I never fall in love."

"It's not so bad."

The boy made a face, "I don't care what anyone says, no kissing for me."

"Believe me, you'll feel different in a few years."

Wesley shrugged it off and Draco had a sudden realization. His daughter was in love. His kids were growing up.

He was getting old.