Who We Settle For...And Who We Are Meant For

Chapter Five

A Slightly Disturbing Dream, Finishing The Preparations For The Ball & A Trip To Hogsmeade

Last Time:

Harry grasped the thought and got up, telling Ron on his mind, but, suddenly he froze in his tracks. 'No,' he thought, 'I won't tell Ron.' He receded back into his arm chair, and watched as the Draco Malfoy dot walked away from the Ginny Weasley one. Then, slowly, that one, too began to move in the direction of the Hospital Wing. He shook his head and moved his eyes on. That had been an interesting observation, but not the one he was looking for. Silently, he tapped the paper, thinking in his mind who he wanted it to show him. It zipped around for a moment, then settled on a particular dot. The dot that Harry stared at until his eyelids began to droop and his posture sag. The dot's name, securely located some where along the Gryffindor Girl's staircase, was that of the sleeping Parvati Patil.

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I'm confused

Somebody lend a helping hand

I feel used, and abused

My life is falling through my fingers like grains of fine sand...

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Hours after his little encounter with the Weaslette, Draco still lay on his bed, his eyes wide with shock at himself, and his mouth set in a firm line. Dreaming about her-that was OK, there was no way his father would find out about that- but kissing her? That was a whole different matter. Why had he kissed her? Why? Why had he even asked those questions? Why hadn't he just stuck to the one about her exiting the DADA corridor? But no, his curiousity had gotten the better of him. He had seen her there, all alone, no one in sight to bother him, and he had taken advantage of it. He had backed her up to the wall, asked a her a few questions, then kissed her. Why? He had never kissed any one out of impulse, out of pure instinct, like he had her. If he wanted to kiss some one, he kissed them, but made sure he was always in perfect control of his actions. But he hadn't wanted to kiss her, did he? 'You did,' a little, tiny voice in his head mocked, and Draco didn't deny it. Some small part of him wanted her more than anything else. Wanted her. 'This is all wrong,' he thought, rubbing his temples and closing his eyes.

He regretted the action as soon as he did it. Burned onto the back of his eye lids was a picture of her, a small smile forming on her perfect pink lips, her blue eyes glittering mischeviously. His eyes flashed open and he groaned, placing his hand over his lips and remembering how hers had felt against his. She hadn't exactly kissed him back, in fact, she had seemed a bit scared to, maybe a bit nervous. And he didn't even know if what he had done qualified as a kiss. It was merely him brushing his lips against hers, not even lingering for more than a second. Yet it had felt so good. So unbelievably good. So unbelievably right. 'Why did I do it?' he asked himself again, 'Why did I do it?' He found himself thinking about her telling the whole school, then his father finding out. He shuddered, thinking of the beatings his father would inflict upon him, the scars he would get. Usually when his father beat him, he avoided giving him any cuts that would scar, but Draco was sure that for this he'd not only be disowned, but beaten to a bloody, scarring pulp.

Draco shuddered. His life was going all wrong. Ever since he seen her that night in the Charms classroom, most all of his thoughts had revolved around her. Her icy blue eyes, her cherry pink lips and blood red hair. Her slender, tall frame and curves in all the right places, not to mention-dare he think- her supple breasts. She was so perfect, so beautiful that she should be shut away some where where no one could see her. Eyes didn't deserve to look over her, he didn't deserve to have kissed her soft lips- - 'What a second,' Draco thought, 'What am I thinking? I'm a Malfoy. I can do anything I want.' 'As long as it stays between your father's rules,' a solemn voice interrrupted, and Draco knew it was right.

He knew it was right.

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Ginny wandered through the DADA corridor, her mind on only one thing: blood. She wanted it, she craved it, she needed it. She entered the room she had come to call her own and set herself down on the cold concrete floor between many packets of the red liquid and took one packet out from a stack, baring her fangs and biting down on it. But the bag would not burst. She clamped down harder and harder, but still it would not. Frustrated, she threw it aside, and took another bag. The same thing happened. She took yet another, but again, it would not burst. Hunger knawed at her stomach. She needed fooodd. She was hungrryyy. A sound that came out like a growl echoed out from her mouth. She parted her lips and screamed into the air. Then the ground began to shake. She opened her eyes, and looked around in horror, the bags were falling...falling on her...but they weren't bags any more, they were red bricks, soaked in blood...bricks soaked in blood...falling...falling...

Suddenly, Ginny was out of the room, and instead was pinned against the wall, but not unwillingly. She was smiling teasingly at the person who had his-it was obvious from his height and masculine build- arms on either side of her head. He leaned down, his firm body pressing against hers, and she tiptoed, pressing herself more into him, and their lips met. The kiss was sweet, and slightly familiar, but Ginny didn't have time to contemplate it, because the next thing she knew, was that her hands were covered in blood, and he was no longer there, but instead, at her feet. She couldn't see his face, though, but see two tiny puncture marks on his neck. Fearful, she reached up at her mouth, only to find it covered in blood. She screamed...

"Don't fail, Ginevra,' a voice that came from every where but no where at all said, 'Find him and change him before its too late...Before this happens...' The last thing Ginny saw were a pair of black eyes that belonged to Her...

Ginny was abruptly awake in the cold silence of her room. The snores of the other four girls could be heard, and while normally they would have seemed an annoyance, tonight they seemed strangely comforting. Ginny breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god she was out of that dream- - it had been becoming strangely disturbing. But still there to dampen her mood, was the knowledge that she had to complete the quest. She knew the voice that had been in her dream, and she knew those eyes. It was a warning, almost a threat, but not quite. But, too it was a reminder of what she'd have to do, and it scared her to the very bone. She wouldn't want to do that to any one, to put them through what she had been, especially if they were what they were supposed to be. But then again, she wouldn't want to be alone for the rest of her immortal life, and she wouldn't want to see that person die, like what had happened to Her so many years ago...

Flashback

'Love is a true thing, pure and wonderful in every way, but Ginevra, true love only occurs once in life, never again. I was many a century old when I had my first love. He was a charmer in every way, and we fell in love quickly. But it was a true love, if not a young one, for he was only seventeen, and me, young for a Vampyre. He didn't know of my heritage, and I didn't tell him, fore back then I was ignorant as any one. And so on the Eve of his eighteenth birthday, we married. I bore him two sons, and only one of them carried Vampyre blood. But as it is, only females can carry successfully and blossom Vampyre blood, and so, the seed of blood that was in him passed down to his sons, and their sons until finally, it passed to you through your father.

'Back to my story. When my love turned thirty, and our two sons were born, I was forced to leave him, though my heart tore and broke for it. It was obvious that I was not aging at the same pace as he, though he hadn't noticed anything yet. I couldn't have told him, now, for if I were to have changed him, he would have died, regardless of what I did. So I left him, and I was there at his funeral, and at the funeral of my sons. It was painful, Ginevra, and to you, I would reccommend: Do not take this lightly...'

End of Flashback

But Ginny had taken it lightly-at least up until now. In her dream, she had experienced only lithe of the pain she would have to endure if her love died, and some how, she knew it. Thinking of what she had thought of this earliar, how she had thought she could just change any one and not be bound to them, not really care. But now Ginny realized that she musn't take this lightly. She had been lucky that who she was connected to-her soul mate- was even in the same mortal life-time as she. Her changer had had to wait centuries, and even so had lost him-her soul mate, and now, till the end of time, she would be alone, truly, truly alone.

Laying there in her sheets, and staring up at the ceiling, Ginny vowed that she would not be one to watch her love, her soul mate die-or to conquer the harships of this cruel life alone. She would find her soul mate, and change him before his eighteenth birthday, no matter what.

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Every one, except the Slytherin Prefects and the Head Boy was there the next day, scattered comfotably around the Hall they had to decorate for the Ball. Every one was occupied with some thing, and it gave the room a homier, peacefully busy aura, one that Hermione loved and embraced, though her mind was else where. She was standing beside Ginny, golding a piece of cloth-streamer while Ginny's dainty hands braided them fast as a whip. They were using the muggle way for doing this because all attempts to use magic had been throttled by the thick, heavy fabric. The Slytherin Team, as they had come to be called, were down in the dungeons, arranging for the arrival of the 'scarier' items for the Ball.

"Mione? Mione? Earth to Mione?" Ginny's clear voice pushed Hermione away from her thoughts, "Don't mean to break your-uh- 'concentration', but you can drop that piece of cloth, now. And, yes, it would be awefully nice if you could pick up the other piece." Hermione looked at Ginny for a second, then realized what she was supposed to be doing. Blushing slightly, Hermione picked up the other piece of cloth, dropping the one she already held in its place. She handed one end to Ginny, before returning to whatever planet she had been on. It seemed to be only seconds later that Ginny's voice interrupted, "Mione?"

"What is it now, Ginevra?" Hermione snapped, agitated into the use of Ginny's first name. Seeing the look on her friend's face, she quickly apologized, "Sorry, but I think I woke up on the wrong-"

Ginny cut her short, "I know. But you might want to look behind you, and if what you're thinking about is what I suspect, you'll like what you see." Hermione scoffed, slightly, knowing that the person she was thinking about was probably the last person Ginny would suspect she was thinking about, but nevertheless, she turned around, twisting the cloth around her body so she could see better. She did, indeed, like what was before her eyes. Looking back at Ginny with a slightly gaping mouth, she saw the girl was whistling silently to herself, an innocent smile painted on her even more innocent face. Hermione looked back at the person whose cool green eyes searched her body relentlessly from the door. That person was no other than Blaise Zambini. Hermione's heart gave a leap.

"You like?" came out of the blue, ad Hermione, without thinking, answered, "Yes," without even turning to face her questioner, who was none other than the youngest Weasley herself, the innocent smile gone. Hermione flushed to the roots of her bushy hair. "I m-mean no," she stuttered back quickly, but that just earned an evil-like smile from Ginny, who was watching, the fabric forgotten, with her hands on her hips.

"I'll never get you humans," she muttered jokingly, though in some strange way Hermione knew she meant it. Ginny was different, and though Hermione ignored it, she could feel it every time she was around the younger girl. "I mean," Ginny continued, her eyes back on her work, "he likes you. You like him. Why not get together?" Ginny looked up briefly, cocking a reddish eyebrow in the process.

Hermione was surprised. Ginny had never been so bold of mind before, but maybe her idea was some what valid. "But I couldn't," Hermione said, "There's Ron. I don't want to hurt him. Oh, Gin! The last thing I want to do is hurt Ron!" Hermione ignored the cloth still held in her hands, and dipped her head into them instead. "I couldn't," she repeated, realizing how torn she was between these two.

"Herms," Ginny said understandingly, "you don't wanna hurt Ron, thats understandable. But the thing is, are you hurting yourself?" Hermione looked at Ginny once more, her eyes surprised and admiring. She had never thought Ginny could be such a good source of advise, let alone such an intellectual. But still, the question probed deep into Hermione's heart and posed the question that she, nor Ginny, dared ask, 'Who do you love more?'

Hermione looked back at the tall, lean figure at the door. He was still staring at her, his eyes intense and unblinking, as if he, too, was waiting for her to answer that question. His handsome face was set with an almost determined look that, if it could make her choose right now between him and Ron, would have made her chose him. His dark hair wasn't spiked today, but fell slightly into his eyes in a way that made him look very cute, but intimidating at the same time. His arms were folded infront of him in a business-like manner, as he leaned casually against the huge door that was so many times bigger than him. Hermione then thought of Ron, his lanky body, and sweet boyish looks. He was tall, but not as tall as Blaise, and definetly not very muscular. He wasn't really handsome, but he definetly wasn'y unpleasant to the eyes. Hermione was torn.

Who did she love more?

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Stepha was out of the Hospital Wing a few days later, and, lucky for her, hadn't had to do any work for the Ball, and, from where things were at, wouldn't have to any way. This was because of two reasons. One, they were nearly finished. And two, Noah seemed to be doing every thing for her. It was obvious to Ginny the spring in Noah's step, the light in his eyes and lightness in his stance. He was beaming, glowing, and, so was Stepha. She had a feeling that something had happened in their relationship, something they had not yet told her about. She wasn't really curoius though, because it really wasn't her business what Noah and Stepha did together, but instead she was happy for them. The way they looked at each other like there was no one else in the world who mattered more, and smiled at each other with every ounce of happiness there was in their forms. Noah seemed more talkative, and smiled more often. And once, Ginny could have sworn, she heard him laugh, though it was merely a brief sound from deep in his throat.

The trip to Hogsmeade came around faster than Ginny knew was possible. It landed on the Saturday that marked three weeks since Ginny had become a Vampyre, and she was very happy. Becoming a Vampyre was one of the best things, it seemed now, that could have happened to her. The blood every night, the wonder every day. She loved it. She loved every thing about it...except one fact. The quest. She knew she'd have to make a move to find her soulmate, now. But she needed more advise, more time. She didn't even know how much time she had left. And she felt trapped. She knew she had to find him, but she didn't know who he was and had only a limited amount of time. 'If I had only been human,' she swore, 'I would've had all my life...' But she wasn't a human, and she didn't have all her life. She didn't even know how much time she had left. She, in technical terms, was screwed.

"Are you sure?" Stepha asked Ginny yet again. Ginny had just offered to let Stepha and Noah go to Hogsmeade together, with out her. It wasn't like she was trying to pry herself off them, but she was in such a good mood, she just felt that she should give them both some time alone. Ginny nodded furiously. She had said so, and she meant so. Plus, Hermione had offered to take her shopping with Parvati and Lavendar, and Ginny found the offer quite tempting. Every thing seemed to fall perfectly into place today. There seemed to be nothing that could anger her, or upset her, not even the quest. "Oh, Gin! You are my best friend. Thank you so much!" Stepha said, throwing her arms around the red-head, "And," she detatched herself, "If you feel lonely without us, just look for us, right?" Ginny nodded and rolled her eyes, but smiled none the less. Stepha was beginning to remind her of her mother.

"Now move it, you crazy thing!" Ginny said pushing Stepha towards where Noah was waiting, "Go! Go! Have a good time!" Ginny waved the two off, and, once they were out of sight, she looked around for Hermione. The bushy haired girl was not hard to find-mainly because she was kissing a certain male red-head goodbye for the day. Ginny watched the exchange from a distance, listening to Hermione's words as well.

"Don't worry, you oaf!" she teased Ron, but Ginny could see that she had probably practised these words in her head over and over again last night, "I'll be fine for one day. I just want to hang out with my girls. Cummon! Off with you!" Hermione pushed Ron away, towards Harry, delivering him a stiff kiss on the cheek before turning around to face Ginny, who was leaning against a statue, her arms folded and her face serious. Hermione walked over to her and shook her head. "I can't choose, Gin, I just can't. I love Ron's personality, and I know absolutely nothing about Blaise, except that he probably likes me. Ever since that night...He's been staring at me and-"

"Cornering you?" Ginny asked, sniffing Hermione sheepishly. Hermione gave her a look that said, 'How did you know that?' and Ginny answered crisply, "You smell like his cologne, Mione. His cologne."

Hermione put a hand on her head. "God, I smell like him, now! What next? Its just, I like Ron and stuff, but I feel drawn to Blaise! Ginny, I don't know why. I just don't." Ginny reflected on Hermione's words for a minute or two, thinking about, suddenly, a certain silvery-blonde haired Slytherin, whom she had been purposely avoiding for the past few days. Ginny felt drawn to him, too, even though he was a stuck up git. Ever since that kiss, maybe even before...

"Follow your heart, Mione," Ginny said shortly, "I can't choose for you. Only you can choose who is right for yourself." Hermione gaped for a second, then nodded her head. Ginny was surprised, yet again by herself. Where were these words of wisdom coming from? They sounded almost alien coming out from her mouth, and Ginny was inclined to think they were. Shaking her head, she said, "Lets go find Parvati and Lavendar., then get to our shopping. We're wasting time." And with that the two walked off.

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Draco watched the Weaslette from inside a shop. She was walking with Granger and two other Gryffindor girls, their arms filled with shopping bags. He sneered briefly as a cover up, when Granger saw him, but she seemed to pay no mind. Weaslette...Draco couldn't help but look at her. She was beautiful, and his heart craved her presence. Some how she made him want to drop his father's son in a pile of cow dung and just be Draco. But he knew deep down he couldn't do that. She probably didn't even feel the same ache in the chest that he did when ever he didn't see her for too long. She probably had forgotten all about that kiss already. Probably had forgotten all about him...Draco's stomach gave a pang of almost sorrow. She didn't dream of him like he dreamt of her. She didn't feel the same way he did. She didn't care. He watched as she laughed and flipped her long blood red main. 'She doesn't care,' rang out in his head, like bells. 'No, wait,' Draco reminded himself for the fifth time that day, 'I'm a Malfoy. Since when do I care?'

"You OK, mate?" a gruff voice adressed Draco. He turned around. It was none other than Blaise, who was also staring out the window at the retreating back of Hermione Granger, "You don't look so fine. Mine on filling me in on whats going on with you and the youngest Weasley? Or will I have to probe around myself?"

Draco shook his head. Here he was, in a position to pour his life out to Blaise, but, if it was one thing, he was going to make sure Blaise poured back. "I'll tell you, on one condition," he started, "you have to tell me why you've been cornering Granger between classes." Blaise smirked and cocked an eyebrow. Draco copied his expression, and toegether the two boys walked out of the shop, their silently decided destination the Three Broomsticks, for a couple Butterbeers mixed with a pint of FireWhiskey.

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Ginny wasn't in the least surprised when Harry showed up to ask Parvati if she'd like a drink with him at the Three Broomsticks. Ginny had noticed the fact that the Indian girl had been the center of Harry's attention for a while now, and she couldn't blame him. Parvati was a petit, curvy girl, with sleek black hair and olive green eyes. Her skin was perfectly bronze-a tone that certain girls would absolutely die to get. Not to mention the fact that Parvati was showing an interest in Harry, as well. And then, Ginny couldn't blame her either. Harry was as hot as Gryffindor boys got, with his dark hair, and green eyes. His glasses, was not really a problem, since they made him look cute, and his body, made up for any nerdy residue they left behind. Tall, and muscular, Harry's body was the envy of many boys, as Parvati's skin was of many girls.

At first, Parvati was rather shy. She didn't really study boys much, and had never been on a date before, mostly because her traditional Indian family forebid it. But it wouldn't be too bad if she got caught with Harry Potter, now would it? After some light persuasion from the other girls, Parvati and Harry soon walked off, a little under ease. "That girl's gonna have to get her first kiss some time," Lavendar commented, as she watched her best friend walk off with Harry.

"I agree," Hermione put in, "She's too absolutely meek. I mean, so shy and stuff. But I could guess that her parents would arrange a marriage for her like they did in the old times for Indian girls." Hermione flipped her hair knowledgably.

"You don't say," Lavendar said, then her eyes lit up and she rounded on Ginny. "But wait. We have a believer of abstinence here with us today. Presenting Ginny Weasley." Lavendar's hazel orbs took on a mischevious glint. "So how is your love life, Gin?"

That was what Ginny didn't like about Lavendar. She was fast to catch on to things, and a continuous nuisance about certain topics. Take this one for instance. Sighing, Ginny said, "I have no-" Then her voice stalled and her breathe caught in her throat. Did that kiss with Malfoy count as a love life? Ginny could almost feel his soft lips on hers again, if only for those brief moments. The tingling sensation, the almost tickling wonder of it.

The other two girls stopped dead in their tracks, seeing the look on Ginny's face. "Are you hiding something from us, Ginevra?" Hermione asked in a tone of authority. Her chocolatey eyes narrowed into juicing mode. And by juicing mode, I mean 'I'm-gonna-get-this-info-out-of-her-if-its-the-last-word-she-utters' mode.

"N-no," Ginny found herself blushing, and backed away to a wooden bench on the side of the street, resting her bags at her feet and sitting down. She brought her wrists up to her eyes and looked over the red marks that were still there. Red finger marks. Malfoy's finger marks. It was only then Ginny realized she had actually liked having Malfoy that close to her, holding her in such a way to the wall. In fact, if any one had seen the position they were in...She took a deep breathe of air, almost expecting to smell him-Malfoy. His alluring masculine smell of pine trees and rainwater. It was a sharp smell, fresh, but Ginny liked it.

"And what are those?" Lavendar butt in indignantly, plopping down next to the red-head and taking one of her hands in her own, her keen eyes inspecting each redish mark that blemished her friend's usual porcelain skin.

"Oh my god!" Hermione said excitedly, "Ginny's been having sex! And from the looks of it...rough sex!" Lavendar and Hermione burst out into laughter, and a fits of jumping up and down.

"So who is he?" Lavendar questioned, "Any one we should know about? How 'bout that Ravenclaw boy you always hang out with? He's kinda cute. How long have you not been a virgin? How long have you two been going out-?"

"I have not been having sex, you two!" Ginny said rather loudly, alerting most of the other students who were out on the streets about their train of conversation. Speaking in a lower voice, she continued, "I don't have a boy friend." And, she added, "And I'm still a virgin."

The other two girls seemed almost crestfallen. Taking seats on either sides of her, both leant back. "But what are those then?" Lavendar pointed out weakly.

"I- me and some one...had an accident in the halls..." she lied. It was breathtakingly convincing, but not enough for Hermione.

"But those look like they were purposely inflicted by some one's hands grasping yours..." Hermione said, her eyes studying the marks, "The person's hands were a lot bigger than yours so he is probably male and fairly big. From the look of it...he was either holding your hands behind your back or...above your head. Can you justify any of this?"

Ginny looked at Hermione for a moment, her jaw hanging open. "What have you been doing in your spare time girl? Studying forensic science?" Hermione beamed proudly, but didn't say anything. "Fine, then, I'll tell you two what happened," Ginny lied blissfully, "Me and this guy bumped into eachother and see ended up in a weird position on the floor that included him holding my hands above my head. Right? Right.

"Oh-" Lavendar started, but Hermione cut in, "She's lying of the bat. If something like that happened, I would've known about it by now, being Head girl and all."

"Huh," Ginny said, getting up, her jacket slipping involuntarily off her shoulder to reveal the tattoo. Ginny cursed and pulled it back up, wishing silently that she had not decided to wear the tank topi she had gotten for Christmas last year. But, unofrtunately for her, Lavendar's sharp hazel eyes had already spotted the tattoo.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "A tattoo! Our Gin really is growing up!" With that Lavendar practically tore the coat off Ginny's shoulders, showing Hermione, who burst out into a squeel, the tattoo on Ginny's right upper arm.

"I can't believe you never told us!" Hermione started, and Ginny knew she was in for a hell of a lot of explaining, once both Hermione and Lavendar began to tug her along the street towards the newest pub in town.

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"Do you hear what I'm hearing?" Parvati whispered in an undertone to Harry, her dark hair falling into her eyes and brushing his cheek seductively, though she was not aware of what her actions did to him. Her olive green eyes were sparkling mischeviously as she eyed the rather drunk pair of Blaise Zambini and Draco Malfoy sitting at the bar, discussing in low voices two Gryffindor girls that Parvati knew rather well: Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley.

"Yes," Harry growled into her ear, kind of frustrated with the fact that his pants were getting tighter with Parvati sitting so close to him, and with hearing his friend Hermione and somewhat acquintance, Ginny, being discussed by his two drunk enemies. He couldn't hear exactly what the two Slytherins were saying, but he caught certain words that were enough to drivehim mad of anger. Then he remembered the Maruader's Map and his observation. Maybe he could let Parvati in on his secret, editing certain parts so that the map would still be his secret, but so that she got the clear idea of what he suspected they were doing. "Last night," he took a swig of his Butterbeer, "I was taking a midnight stroll and happened to end up by the DADA corridor. I hid behind a statue and saw Malfoy and Ginny. Couldn't exactly hear what they were saying, though. He backed her up into a corridor and that was the last I saw."

Parvati's eyes grew wide. "What do you think they were doing?" she asked shocked. Her seat was a bit closer to the bar and her ears sharper, so that she could hear almost every bit of the conversation accurately, while listening to Harry at the same time. She just couldn't wait to dish this information out to Lavendar, Hermione and Ginny. It was too good.

"I don't know," Harry said softly, "But Ginny looked a bit angry. I can't say for sure, though, I was some way off from them." He took another swig, suggestively brushing his hand against Parvati's thigh, but making it look like a kind of mistake. He could tell she enjoyed the touch though. He could tell. "I didn't tell Ron when I got back to the Common Room. Didn't want him to be more worried. You know, with all this friction going on between him and Hermione. He would've had a nervous breakdown." Harry looked at Parvati closely, her eyelashes fluttering. How he wanted to kiss her!

"Yeah...Blaise is talking about Hermione, Harry," Parvati said nervously, "What if...but she'd never cheat on Ron. Hermione's to good a girl."

"Of course Hermione wouldn't cheat on Ron..." Harry said, but his voice faltered as Parvati's lips moved closer to his, then finally touched. He embraced the kiss, but couldn't help thinking about Hermione and Ron's situation. 'Would she?'

Author Note: Its done, finally. Review and tell me if you like it. Parvati and Harry's romance commences now. It doesn't really have a twist. Hopefully I'll be able to start the twist of Stepha and Noah's romance next chapter, and maybe bring Hermione's problem to a new level. For the person who is confused about Ginny's eye color. Its blue. Black eyes are for the mystery lady, whom I refer to as Her. As for the map confusion, sorry about that. I forgot, ole me. Haha, but lets just pretend it happened my way, K? Good. REVIEWWW! :-)