Warning: Some fluff. Some fighting. Heehee, explosive couples ahoy! : )

Two weeks had elapsed after the confrontation between Rose and Draco. They didn't ever speak to each other unless it was when they were trying to piece together the prophecy. And even then, they only spoke in sharp, quick monosyllables. The other six – Harry, Aurora, Ron, Hermione, Lindsey and Ginny – had no idea what had happened that day in Defence Against the Dark Arts with the chimaera. Well, they knew about the chimaera; they didn't know about the fight, or the kiss that followed.

They did notice, however, that the two were not fighting quite as frequently. They didn't actually speak to each other, and they daren't look at each other. Hermione thought it was a nice change that they weren't at each others' throats all the time. The others agreed, except for Lindsey. He was too busy kissing Ginny to notice make his opinion known.

It was now a Sunday morning, and Harry was humming as he walked down the hall back up to the Gryffindor tower. He had a huge, goofy grin on his face and it was taking all the willpower he had not to fall down on the floor where he was, and start laughing his head off with his glee. Yep. The Boy-Who-Lived was happy.

Harry had been called to Professor McGonnagal's office earlier that morning. He was rather concerned at first, but he was delighted to find out that she wanted to inform him of his new position: Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.

He was literally bouncing as he walked up to the Fat Lady. He flashed the portrait a dazzling grin as she prompted him for the password.

"Password, dearie?" she said, as always.

Harry grinned even harder. " 'Poppyseeds.' Why, you just look lovely this morning. Did you change your hair? Looks great. Have a good day!" he gushed. The Fat Lady, unused to such flattery, blushed a pink that matched her dress and fanned herself with her hand.

"Oh, you…" she trailed off with embarrassment.

Harry climbed through the portrait and fairly skipped up to his room. He met Lindsey on the way to the Boys' Dormitories. As usual, he was making out with Ginny.

Harry winced. "Jeez, guys! Do you have to do that here? I mean, Gin, c'mon. This is the Boys' Dormitory!"

Ginny pulled away and stared at him with amusement. "Well,

excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me, Mr. 'I Spent Most Of My Second Year In A Girl's Bathroom.' "

Lindsey raised an eyebrow, and went on. "I didn't know that. Sounds kinky. And besides, I can't get into the Girls' Dormitory to make out. Believe me. I've tried." He said earnestly, waggling his eyebrows at Harry. "On my fourteenth attempt, I was caught by McGonnagal." He shuddered. "Wasn't pretty, let me tell you."

Harry gaped, laughing. "Oh yeah, that reminds me," he said in-between laughs. "McGonnagal just made me Quidditch Captain."

Ginny pulled away from her devilishly gorgeous boyfriend. (A/N: guess who my fave character is???) "Oh, Harry, that's great news! Congratulations!" she enthused, grabbing his hand and jumping up and down excitedly. Lindsey grinned, and leapt down the rest of the stairs, sticking his head into the common room.

"Oi! People! Harry's been made Quidditch Captain!" he roared to the rest of the house. All the inhabitants all jumped up and began clapping.

Angelina, Katie and Alicia all came over.

"Congratulations! I'm so happy for you."

"I can't believe it! Well done!"

"Good job! You're the one who deserved it most!" they all praised.

Now, Harry was starting to get embarrassed. He grinned despite this. Ron and Hermione fought their way over through the crowd.

"Oh, Harry! Congratulations!" Hermione cried, giving him a huge hug.

Ron laughed. "Knew you had it in you, mate." He gave him a hearty clap on the back.

Lindsey grinned again. "I thought I heard mum saying something about that the other day to McGonnagal. She was really excited, but I didn't know she was talking about you."

Harry looked thoughtful. "Hey, Lindsey – how come we have Professor Lupin for Defence? I thought you said your mum was taking the job."

Lindsey nodded. "Yeah, but she's taking a more advanced class that starts later this month. I thought you knew. It's working in conjunction with DA, apparently," he said.

Harry smiled. "Cool." He let his mind wander over all the people in his DA class from last year.

This jogged Harry's memory. "Oh – people?" he asked, calling for quiet. "First things first: we have Quidditch try-outs on Tuesday! We need two new Beaters and a Keeper! All second-years and above can try-out."

Still smiling, he made his way up to the sixth-years dorm. He rushed over to his bed and jumped on it, bouncing up and down. Lindsey and Ron followed.

"I think I might try out," Black Jr. said happily to Harry. "You'd let me on the team, right?" he asked with a wink. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, sure whatever."

Lindsey watched him bouncing for awhile. "Are you sure that this Quidditch thing is all that's making you happy? You just seem really hyper," he reflected.

Harry stopped, and grinned. He flopped down onto the bed and lay on his stomach. "Guess who I just asked out? And guess who just said yes?" he asked in a sing-song voice.

Ron snorted. "McGonnagal."

Harry stopped grinning. He pulled a face. "Ew," he said.

Lindsey laughed and clapped him on the back. "Ron's right. It's pretty damn obvious," he said.

Harry looked quizzical. "Huh?"

Lindsey smiled. "As if we don't know already."

Ron nodded. "I'll eat a Canary Cream in the Great Hall if it isn't Aurora."

Harry laughed. "Yes! How did you know?" he inquired.

Lindsey snickered. "Everyone knows you like her. Ever since you accidently/on purpose saved her from that bowl of porridge. It was getting pathetic, really," he added.

Harry scowled. "Thanks," he said wryly, then shrugged. "I'm gonna tell Rose about the Quidditch." Ron and Lindsey nodded and walked out.

Hey, Rose, he called. There was no response.

Harry shrugged. She must be busy. OH, SIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! He shouted in his mind to his twin. He was rewarded with a shriek.

Harry! Don't yell so loudly! You've given me a headache, she grumbled.

Harry laughed. You weren't paying attention the first time. Hey, guess what?

You're mad and I'm not.

No! McGonnagal just made me Quidditch Captain! He exclaimed.

That's great! Just like Dad, Rose said. Then, she giggled. Hey, you know what? We should have a party tonight to celebrate! When everyone comes tonight, we can surprise them with a party!

Harry smiled. What a great idea! Sure! We'll be there. I won't tell anyone.

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It was about eight o'clock and Draco was standing in the Meeting Room. He was there early for the meeting, and he was there for good reason.

"We need to talk," he said firmly. Rose shrugged and rolled her eyes moodily.

"What about?" she answered coolly.

"About what happened that night with the chimaera and…and what happened afterwards," he said, wincing. He didn't like to think about that kiss much.

Rose stood straighter and looked up at him. "Didn't happen," she said assertively.

He sighed with relief. "Good. Just checking. So you won't say anything?"

"About what?"

"About what happened! You know what I'm talking about."

Rose glared. "It didn't happen, remember?"

"Then what are you arguing about?" he said exasperatedly.

"Me? You're the one who's arguing."

"Look, I'll say nothing and you'll say nothing. Agreed?"

"Never happened."

"Then we agree then."

"Fine!"

"FINE!"

And once again, they fell upon each other and started kissing passionately.

They were at it for quite a while, before Rose heard some voices coming from behind them. The sounds were muffled, but Rose thought she recognised two voices. She did a quick mind scan, and realised who it was.

Rose gave a squeak and pulled away slightly, just enough to murmur against Draco's soft lips, "Lu…nag...y!"

Draco's brow furrowed quizzically. "Huh?" he managed to mumble, his mouth still doing another, more enjoyable job.

Her eyes grew wide as saucers and she tried to push him away. He was much stronger and bigger than her though, and only pulled her closer. Draco grumbled as she tried to move away.

She groaned in frustration. There were two people outside the door, and they were about to walk in on them making out! She began to panic. Thinking frantically, she did the only thing she could think of.

Rose bit down on the platinum's tongue. Hard. He howled in pain and withdrew quickly, a hand to his mouth. He let out a stream of curses that she couldn't really make sense of, as he was having difficulties speaking.

"Crap! That hurt," he raged, glaring. "What the hell did you do that for?"

Rose was freaking out. She was staring at something behind him. Draco frowned and whipped around. He felt his stomach drop to the ground when he saw Lindsey and Ginny standing in the doorway.

His eyes popped. Then, he blinked. "Huh." The Gryffindor two were doing what they were now famous around the entire school for: making out. Needless to say, they were a bit too preoccupied with each other to notice anything that was going on around them. They were totally necking in the doorway, oblivious to everything.

Rose wiped her mouth quickly, hoping her lips weren't too bruised. "Good thing this isn't a spectator sport," she muttered, growing pink. Draco smirked.

"Could be," he said. "Now that you've been hit, I think every single person in the school has now seen those two necking. When you think about it…" he trailed off suggestively.

Rose pulled a face. "Oh. I stand corrected," she amended.

As she said that, Ron and Hermione entered, closely followed by Harry and Aurora.

There was a smack and a grunt as Aurora floated in, unaware of Ginny and Lindsey in the doorway. The others had skirted around the two, but Aurora hadn't seen them and had walked directly into them. The blonde girl blushed prettily.

"Oh, sorry! I drifted off," she apologised. The two just smiled.

"It's okay," Ginny grinned.

Rose started jumping. "Guess what?" she chirped. "Since Harry got Quidditch Captain today, I though we could have a party!"

While the Gryffindors grinned at each other, Aurora and Draco exchanged a glance. Hermione noticed. "What is it?" she asked warily.

Draco gave a smirk. He looked at Harry. "Guess who the new Slytherin Captain is," he said smugly.

Aurora smiled at Harry. "Double the party!" she exclaimed.

Rose walked off into her bedroom. "Come on in. I convinced Dumbledore to give me lots of sugar," she giggled.

The eight students walked into the bedroom. It was as mystical as usual, with the effective lighting given by the faeries. Except it was very different.

Her room had been magically altered, and it was now an enormous circle. There were funky sofas all around, in bright colours such as hot pink and purple and orange. Everywhere Harry looked, he could see dessert dished filled with chocolates in shiny foil paper. Quality muggle chocolate, such as Lindt and Baci. Hermione gasped.

"Oh my gosh! I haven't had muggle chocolate for so long…" she praised. "Yum!"

Draco made a derisive noise and walked in past her. Aurora smacked him gently on the arm.

Hermione looked thoughtful. "You know that lesson we had in DADA," she began slowly, "about Tarot?"

Draco shrugged. "Misia gone crazy, chimaera after me. I wasn't there for most of the lesson," he said simply, and helped himself to some chocolate. Both Rose and Aurora looked embarrassed.

Ginny shrugged. "Year below," she said.

Hermione went on. "Well, I thought it could help us with the prophecy. We just need to find someone who can use Tarot cards."

They all looked around at each other. Aurora slowly raised her hand. "I know," she said softly. "My people used Tarot a lot."

Draco nodded. "You want to grab your deck?" he asked.

Aurora nodded. "It's in my dormitory. I'll be back."

Draco stood quickly. "It's okay, Misia, I'll come with you," he said.

"I'm sure I can make it to my own room and back okay," she laughed. "Don't be so protective."

He was going to protest, but he knew she was right. "Okay, fine. Just leave me alone in a room full of Gryffindors," he joked.

Aurora got up and drifted out the door, amid the sounds of Rose and Draco bickering.

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The Water Nymph walked down the hallways and after a while, reached the Slytherin Common Room. She walked inside and was greeted at the door by Pansy Parkinson.

"Oh, hello Aurora," the pit-bull/girl cooed in a sickly sweet voice. "And how are we feeling today? Psychotic?"

Aurora turned pale. She swallowed, and took a step backwards towards the wall. "P-Pansy, I…what?"

Pansy advanced. "Oh, I know the truth. I've been told."

Aurora gasped, and sank to her knees, leaning up against a wall. "You…what? How?" she stuttered, her electric blue eyes wide and darting around the room.

Pansy kneeled down in front of the blonde. "Shh, shh. It's okay," she said in a condescending tone. "I know you're sick. You're disturbed. You need help," she said, and grabbed her hand.

Aurora began to gasp, her eyes rolling. "I…help?"

"Yes. Help. You need to go home, back where your family can take care of you."

Pansy stood and took a step back. "It's time to go home." She repeated firmly.

With a thud, two shadows came bearing down on Aurora. She squinted upwards and recognised the figures. "Crabbe? Goyle?" she whispered.

The two thugs physically lifted her. Each grabbed an arm and hauled her upwards. "No! I…what family?" Aurora shrieked, her rational mind disappearing fast. "My mother and father are dead! They were my guardians. They're all dead!"

Pansy smiled, and put her hand on Aurora's face. "Not your uncle Lucius," she said with malice.

Aurora felt like an icy claw had been plunged into her heart. "No…" she trailed off, and began screaming. She began to kick and punch at Crabbe and Goyle, but they held her too tight. They were much stronger than her.

They carried her, screaming and fighting, over to the fire in the Common Room. Passing a glass of water on the way, she put out her hand and closed her eyes. "Consurgo Aqua!"

With a reverberation, there was an explosion. The water in the glass rose up and seemed to multiply in volume like a water bomb. And indeed it was.

Aurora looked down at the floor and saw the three Slytherins lying on the ground, stunned. She shrieked.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourselves into! You were ready to give me to Voldemort? I am capable of creating a hydrogen bomb with my mere thoughts!"

She started to scream even more loudly then fell silent. She looked around and saw that she had transformed into her Nymph self, complete with the tail and blue skin.

She was also floating five metres in the air. Her mind was swimming. She felt incredibly weak. Aurora started to descend, to the sound of clapping.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

In the fireplace was Lucius Malfoy.

A/N

I'm sooo sorry this has taken so long!!! I've been really sick lately.

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