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Chapter 8-Potter and Potions
Draco tried his best to keep his head as low as he could once he and Hermione returned to Hogwarts for the rest of the October holidays. Their absence at the Halloween feast had not gone unnoticed, and most students had questioned various professors on the subject. However they had son been silenced by Dumbledore who had explained away their non-attendance by stating they had been missing due to Head boy and girl duties. This clarification seemed to satisfy the nosey students and their lack of presence was not mentioned again.
The dramatic change of Hermione's hair and eye colour thought remained a constant topic of conversation, and although the majority of the gossip had died down, Draco was still on the receiving end of many dirty looks from Ron and Harry; the latter of who's got dirtier within two days of Halloween. Harry pushed past Draco at the end of a Care of Magical Creature's lesson, and Draco swore he heard the boy-wonder mutter under his breath:
"I know what you did, and you're going to pay."
This angered and worried Draco-she'd only gone and bloody told him! The last thing he wanted right now was a showdown with the boy-who'd-fucking- lived.
He sat down silently in potions eyeing Hermione and Harry on the other side of the room-they were whispering together but fell silent as Snape swept into the classroom.
"Today," he purred, "we ill be brewing Veritaserum. It WILL be on the N.E.W.T. exams at the end of this year, and as you have all decided to continue with this class you WILL brew is successfully or leave immediately."
The group worked silently and quickly, and Draco soon finished, sitting down to note down the method as the silvery liquid cooled and shimmered.
"I don't care Hermione; I'm going to talk to him."
Draco looked up at the sound of Harry's raised voice in time to see Hermione shake her head and place a slender finger to her lips in a desperate effort to quieten her friends' anger.
Draco stared at her; he couldn't help it-she was so beautiful: She'd tied her hair back in a loose knot at the back of her head, but a few tendrils had worked themselves loose and fell around her face. She pushed them behind her ear and Draco saw her face was flushed from the heat of the classroom. He moved his gaze slightly and his eyes met Harry's; he didn't look happy as he fixed Draco with a look that (if it could) would've killed.
Draco lowered his eyes and continued to work.
He and Hermione spent the rest of the lesson stealing longing looks at each other, in between Harry's angry glares.
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That evening after dinner, Draco made his way to his rooms. Once inside he threw himself onto the large, green, leather couch and Accio'd himself a vodka-he downed it in one and shuddered...he HATED vodka, but he knew his nerves needed it more than his body detested it.
At nine o'clock there was a knock on the door. Draco stood, walked over and opened it. Harry was on the other side, looking worryingly calm for someone who had just found out that their best friend was sleeping with his nemesis.
"I suppose you're here to talk?!" Draco asked.
"No," Harry replied-still calm, "I'm here to do this."
BAM!!! Harry's fist collided with Draco's cheekbone. The impact threw him backward and Harry pushed past him:
"No we can talk." He said, entering Draco's rooms.
Draco stood up, his fists clenched; ready to knock the fucking-boy-who- lived off his smug feet. Harry was now stood in front of the ornate fireplace, tall and calm-his stance reminded Draco of his own father...it was a disturbing sight. Draco made towards him, preparing to smack the head off the arrogant gits' shoulders, but Harry raised a hand and eyebrow in succession:
"Now, is that really a wise idea, considering why I'm here?!"
Draco knew what he meant-Hermione-what would she think if she knew Draco had K.O.'d her best friends. He lowered his fists:
"Look," he began, "I..."
"Don't!" Harry interrupted, "Just don't. I don't want to hear your miserable, pathetic excuses. It's bad enough you made our lives hell for five years THEN you screw with our minds by declaring that it was all just a farce and you're really all holy and good, THEN you go and screw Hermione. What the hell is wrong with you?! What is it that makes you think that you can mess with us and do that to her?! She's gone completely mad...thinks it meant something...that YOU mean something to HER! What was it?! A memory charm?! A potion?! Some other kind of spell or trick?! Tell me!"
"Which do you want me to answer first?!" Draco asked, innocently.
"Don't fuck with me Malfoy. You're already a big enough prick in deep enough shit...don't make it any worse."
"Fine...keep your hair on wonder boy." Draco replied, yet he remained silent. This seemed to anger Harry even more and he turned, walking over to Draco and grabbing the cloth of his robes, pulling them-their faces were now inches away.
"Well?!" Tell me Malfoy. What the fuck did you do?!"
"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you Potter?! For me to tell you all the juicy little details. Why?! You jealous?! Wish it was you do you?!"
"Oh come off it Malfoy." Harry scoffed, letting go of Draco's robes and moving back slightly.
"Oh that's right...the jealousy over Granger is preserved especially for Weasel isn't it?! You here on behalf of him...to teach me a lesson?!"
"Shut it Malfoy." Harry warned.
"Ok. You won't hear another word out of me."
"Tell me what went on." Harry pressed; his voice low and dangerous.
Draco simply stood there shaking his head and shrugging...remaining silent, an innocent look upon his face: He knew it was winding Potter up and that gave him satisfaction-although he knew it wasn't doing him any favours, considering his position.
"OH very funny Malfoy." Snarled Harry, taking another menacing step towards Draco, taking out his wand and pointing it at Draco's throat. "I've had just about enough of you as I can take in a lifetime."
"What are you going to do wonder boy?! Duel with me?! Kill me?!"
Draco saw Harry falter slightly; he obviously taken his wand out in a spur of the moment action, and hadn't planned past this.
"Come on wonder boy." Draco mocked, smirking.
"DON'T call me that!" Harry responded angrily.
"And why should I watch my language to you after you waltzed in here and tried to knock my head off?!"
"Oh no Malfoy," Harry laughed, "you are not getting out of this that easily."
Harry crossed the space between them and stood facing Malfoy-only air separated the two angry wizards.
"Tell me Malfoy." Harry threatened, "Tell me what you did to her."
"Nothing." Replied Draco simply.
"Don't lie." Whispered Harry, and without warning he took two steps backwards, pointed his wand at Draco and yelled:
"Verita Revealai!"
A shot of silvery light flew from Harry's wand and hit Draco squarely in the chest, sending him backwards and winding him.
"What the hell was that Potter?!" He gasped.
"I wasn't getting the truth out of you before but I might now. I thought you of all people, being Head boy and all, would recognise a truth spell when they were hit by one. It works in much the same way as Veritaserum." Harry's eyes were glinting evilly as he continued, "Now tell me...what did you do to her?!"
Draco tried to fight the spell-what the hell was it with people forcing him to tell the truth-first Snape (Author's note: see re-amended Prologue) now Potter; soon he'd have no secrets left. He couldn't battle the hex but, realising he couldn't he opted for the next best thing; as much sarcasm as he could muster:
"This may come as a surprise to you Potter but I was actually telling the truth-I didn't do anything to Granger. Everything that happened on Halloween happened because she wanted it to...because we both wanted it to. There were no spells or potions, no deceit or tricks, it just happened."
Harry appeared to go numb for a moment and he sank slowly into one of the large armchairs, gripping his hair and staring at the floor.
"No. She'd never...never, not with you."
"She did." Draco replied. Harry raised his head, looking solemnly at Draco:
"Why did you do it Malfoy? Why do you want her?! Is she just someone who took your fancy?! A casual fling?! A challenge?! Or was it just to piss me off?!"
"So many questions," Draco responded, "but the truthful answer is none of the above. I love her."
Harry scoffed at this response:
"Come off it. You?! Love?! There's a joke and a half. You've shagged half of Hogwarts and now you want me to believe that you're in love?! With Hermione?!"
"It's true." Said Draco, sitting down. "It must be-the spell. It just happened. I suppose it's because we've been working so closely together- with The Order and school."
"You really love her?!" Harry pressed.
"Yes Potter, I really love her. She's amazing."
"I know that." Harry responded, lowering his head again and seemingly believing Draco's words; well, he didn't have much choice.
"Shit!" Was all Harry said, still focused upon the wooden planks covering the floor.
"How long is this spell going to last?!" Draco asked, concerned that Potter would probe him for more information of a personal matter.
"Ah don't worry." Harry reassured him, "It's not as strong as Veritaserum and should wear off in a minute or so."
There was an awkward pause.
"Does Ron know?!" Draco ventured.
"Hell no! Do you really think you'd still be sitting there in one piece if he knew you were doing the dirty with his ex?! He'd have ripped you to shreds by now."
"Are you going to tell him?!"
"I should-the Gods know how much I'd like to see him break every bone in your body-I'd do it myself if it weren't for the fact that The Order needs you and Hermione: I've promised her I won't kill you and I won't tell Ron so he can't kill you wither. Truth of the matter seems to be that she doesn't want to fell out with Ron or me, and she doesn't want to see you get hurt-heavens know why but she does actually seem to genuinely care for you. She'll tell Ron when she's ready."
Draco smiled at the revelation of Hermione's feelings for him. Harry looked up again:
"Sorry about your face."
"Hey, s'ok. I probably deserved it: I'd almost certainly have knocked you one if I'd found out you were bedding my best friend."
"Hey! Crabbe and Goyle ain't my style." Harry grinned and Draco smiled.
"Yeah, I heard you were seeing that female Weasley."
"Ginny." Harry corrected.
Silence.
"Do you want a drink or something?!" Draco offered, felling he should be at least marginally polite to Harry seen as he hadn't slain him down with a flaming sword or anything.
"Sure. What have you got?!"
"Um...pass actually. I haven't looked in a while. I think there's some Fire Whiskey lurking around somewhere. Or do you want something else?!"
"Fire Whiskey sounds fine."
Draco Accio'd the bottle and two glasses and the enemies sat down.
An hour or so later the pair were engrossed in a game of very competitive chess, the near empty bottle of Fire Whiskey standing next to the board. Harry, having still not improved at the game in seven years was groaning as his Knight was crushed by Draco's bishop. He poured himself another drink.
"You do realise that this doesn't make us friends don't you?!"
"What?! Just because I'm creaming you at chess?! That's not very mature." Draco replied, focusing on his next move and not quite grasping the context of the conversation.
"No. This." Harry responded, beckoning his glass at the room and their situation. "OK, you're on our side, and fair enough, I've got to put up with you and Hermione....being together, but it DOESN'T mean we are friends OK?! I still think you're an evil bastard who deserves to be hexed to next Tuesday."
"Fine by me because I still think you are an arrogant git who needs to brought down a peg or to by a good Slytherin style beating up."
"So we are just tolerating each other? Deal?!"
"Deal." Draco responded, moving his Rook forward, "Checkmate."
"Bloody hell." Harry swore, downing one drink and pouring another.
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Eventually, Harry made to leave. As Draco was shutting the door Harry turned back to face him:
"If you EVER hurt her I swear I WILL kill you." He promised, before walking off.
Draco sighed: some things never changed.
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The next day Hermione came to see him. It was early, and Draco was still in bed. In fact he didn't notice her until he felt her wriggling into his bed and into his arms. He opened his sleepy eyes, smiled and kissed her forehead:
"What time is it?" He muttered.
"Um....half six." She confessed, giggling.
He groaned and pretended to look angry:
"I don't have to be up for another hour and a half."
"I know that...neither do I, but I wanted to see you. I spoke to Harry last night."
"Me too." Replied Draco, noticing his throbbing cheekbone-why hadn't he cast a healing spell he asked himself.
"Aw." Purred Hermione, touching his bruised, swollen face. She whispered a spell and waved her wand over the aching area. It instantly felt better.
"Thanks."
"Was he really mad?!" Hermione asked.
"What?! You been before or after he nearly decapitated me?! He was alright actually...don't get any ideas though," he hurriedly continued, seeing the hope on Hermione's face: "We're only tolerating each other for your sake." Draco didn't mention the truth spell.
Hermione smiled and snuggled closer.
"You know, I think everything's going to be OK." She said kissing him. He smiled and began exploring her body, dragging her underneath the covers into a safe haven.
If only they'd known what was going to happen in only a few hours time.
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I'm sorry!!! It's another cliff-hanger!!! I'll update as soon as possible this week or next.
Slytherin Spirit
dracoNmione: I know they've fallen for each other a bit quickly: I know it might've pleased more people if I'd dragged it out a bit more but that's just the way I thought it up...sorry. I'm glad to see you've continued reading though, and just for you I have now altered the prologue...I hope you approve :o)
Miss Rhapsody: I took your advice and read your stories...they are so good. I'm glad you are enjoying mine as much as I do yours. And no I don't have a Beta...I'm very impatient you see and tend to just post up as soon as I've finished a Chapter. And (*feels dumb*) what's PWP?!
Space cadet and elven princess: YAY!!! I'm back up and running (hopefully it'll all stay OK this time). Glad you're still reading and enjoying the story.
N.B. I don't own anything you recognise.
Chapter 8-Potter and Potions
Draco tried his best to keep his head as low as he could once he and Hermione returned to Hogwarts for the rest of the October holidays. Their absence at the Halloween feast had not gone unnoticed, and most students had questioned various professors on the subject. However they had son been silenced by Dumbledore who had explained away their non-attendance by stating they had been missing due to Head boy and girl duties. This clarification seemed to satisfy the nosey students and their lack of presence was not mentioned again.
The dramatic change of Hermione's hair and eye colour thought remained a constant topic of conversation, and although the majority of the gossip had died down, Draco was still on the receiving end of many dirty looks from Ron and Harry; the latter of who's got dirtier within two days of Halloween. Harry pushed past Draco at the end of a Care of Magical Creature's lesson, and Draco swore he heard the boy-wonder mutter under his breath:
"I know what you did, and you're going to pay."
This angered and worried Draco-she'd only gone and bloody told him! The last thing he wanted right now was a showdown with the boy-who'd-fucking- lived.
He sat down silently in potions eyeing Hermione and Harry on the other side of the room-they were whispering together but fell silent as Snape swept into the classroom.
"Today," he purred, "we ill be brewing Veritaserum. It WILL be on the N.E.W.T. exams at the end of this year, and as you have all decided to continue with this class you WILL brew is successfully or leave immediately."
The group worked silently and quickly, and Draco soon finished, sitting down to note down the method as the silvery liquid cooled and shimmered.
"I don't care Hermione; I'm going to talk to him."
Draco looked up at the sound of Harry's raised voice in time to see Hermione shake her head and place a slender finger to her lips in a desperate effort to quieten her friends' anger.
Draco stared at her; he couldn't help it-she was so beautiful: She'd tied her hair back in a loose knot at the back of her head, but a few tendrils had worked themselves loose and fell around her face. She pushed them behind her ear and Draco saw her face was flushed from the heat of the classroom. He moved his gaze slightly and his eyes met Harry's; he didn't look happy as he fixed Draco with a look that (if it could) would've killed.
Draco lowered his eyes and continued to work.
He and Hermione spent the rest of the lesson stealing longing looks at each other, in between Harry's angry glares.
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That evening after dinner, Draco made his way to his rooms. Once inside he threw himself onto the large, green, leather couch and Accio'd himself a vodka-he downed it in one and shuddered...he HATED vodka, but he knew his nerves needed it more than his body detested it.
At nine o'clock there was a knock on the door. Draco stood, walked over and opened it. Harry was on the other side, looking worryingly calm for someone who had just found out that their best friend was sleeping with his nemesis.
"I suppose you're here to talk?!" Draco asked.
"No," Harry replied-still calm, "I'm here to do this."
BAM!!! Harry's fist collided with Draco's cheekbone. The impact threw him backward and Harry pushed past him:
"No we can talk." He said, entering Draco's rooms.
Draco stood up, his fists clenched; ready to knock the fucking-boy-who- lived off his smug feet. Harry was now stood in front of the ornate fireplace, tall and calm-his stance reminded Draco of his own father...it was a disturbing sight. Draco made towards him, preparing to smack the head off the arrogant gits' shoulders, but Harry raised a hand and eyebrow in succession:
"Now, is that really a wise idea, considering why I'm here?!"
Draco knew what he meant-Hermione-what would she think if she knew Draco had K.O.'d her best friends. He lowered his fists:
"Look," he began, "I..."
"Don't!" Harry interrupted, "Just don't. I don't want to hear your miserable, pathetic excuses. It's bad enough you made our lives hell for five years THEN you screw with our minds by declaring that it was all just a farce and you're really all holy and good, THEN you go and screw Hermione. What the hell is wrong with you?! What is it that makes you think that you can mess with us and do that to her?! She's gone completely mad...thinks it meant something...that YOU mean something to HER! What was it?! A memory charm?! A potion?! Some other kind of spell or trick?! Tell me!"
"Which do you want me to answer first?!" Draco asked, innocently.
"Don't fuck with me Malfoy. You're already a big enough prick in deep enough shit...don't make it any worse."
"Fine...keep your hair on wonder boy." Draco replied, yet he remained silent. This seemed to anger Harry even more and he turned, walking over to Draco and grabbing the cloth of his robes, pulling them-their faces were now inches away.
"Well?!" Tell me Malfoy. What the fuck did you do?!"
"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you Potter?! For me to tell you all the juicy little details. Why?! You jealous?! Wish it was you do you?!"
"Oh come off it Malfoy." Harry scoffed, letting go of Draco's robes and moving back slightly.
"Oh that's right...the jealousy over Granger is preserved especially for Weasel isn't it?! You here on behalf of him...to teach me a lesson?!"
"Shut it Malfoy." Harry warned.
"Ok. You won't hear another word out of me."
"Tell me what went on." Harry pressed; his voice low and dangerous.
Draco simply stood there shaking his head and shrugging...remaining silent, an innocent look upon his face: He knew it was winding Potter up and that gave him satisfaction-although he knew it wasn't doing him any favours, considering his position.
"OH very funny Malfoy." Snarled Harry, taking another menacing step towards Draco, taking out his wand and pointing it at Draco's throat. "I've had just about enough of you as I can take in a lifetime."
"What are you going to do wonder boy?! Duel with me?! Kill me?!"
Draco saw Harry falter slightly; he obviously taken his wand out in a spur of the moment action, and hadn't planned past this.
"Come on wonder boy." Draco mocked, smirking.
"DON'T call me that!" Harry responded angrily.
"And why should I watch my language to you after you waltzed in here and tried to knock my head off?!"
"Oh no Malfoy," Harry laughed, "you are not getting out of this that easily."
Harry crossed the space between them and stood facing Malfoy-only air separated the two angry wizards.
"Tell me Malfoy." Harry threatened, "Tell me what you did to her."
"Nothing." Replied Draco simply.
"Don't lie." Whispered Harry, and without warning he took two steps backwards, pointed his wand at Draco and yelled:
"Verita Revealai!"
A shot of silvery light flew from Harry's wand and hit Draco squarely in the chest, sending him backwards and winding him.
"What the hell was that Potter?!" He gasped.
"I wasn't getting the truth out of you before but I might now. I thought you of all people, being Head boy and all, would recognise a truth spell when they were hit by one. It works in much the same way as Veritaserum." Harry's eyes were glinting evilly as he continued, "Now tell me...what did you do to her?!"
Draco tried to fight the spell-what the hell was it with people forcing him to tell the truth-first Snape (Author's note: see re-amended Prologue) now Potter; soon he'd have no secrets left. He couldn't battle the hex but, realising he couldn't he opted for the next best thing; as much sarcasm as he could muster:
"This may come as a surprise to you Potter but I was actually telling the truth-I didn't do anything to Granger. Everything that happened on Halloween happened because she wanted it to...because we both wanted it to. There were no spells or potions, no deceit or tricks, it just happened."
Harry appeared to go numb for a moment and he sank slowly into one of the large armchairs, gripping his hair and staring at the floor.
"No. She'd never...never, not with you."
"She did." Draco replied. Harry raised his head, looking solemnly at Draco:
"Why did you do it Malfoy? Why do you want her?! Is she just someone who took your fancy?! A casual fling?! A challenge?! Or was it just to piss me off?!"
"So many questions," Draco responded, "but the truthful answer is none of the above. I love her."
Harry scoffed at this response:
"Come off it. You?! Love?! There's a joke and a half. You've shagged half of Hogwarts and now you want me to believe that you're in love?! With Hermione?!"
"It's true." Said Draco, sitting down. "It must be-the spell. It just happened. I suppose it's because we've been working so closely together- with The Order and school."
"You really love her?!" Harry pressed.
"Yes Potter, I really love her. She's amazing."
"I know that." Harry responded, lowering his head again and seemingly believing Draco's words; well, he didn't have much choice.
"Shit!" Was all Harry said, still focused upon the wooden planks covering the floor.
"How long is this spell going to last?!" Draco asked, concerned that Potter would probe him for more information of a personal matter.
"Ah don't worry." Harry reassured him, "It's not as strong as Veritaserum and should wear off in a minute or so."
There was an awkward pause.
"Does Ron know?!" Draco ventured.
"Hell no! Do you really think you'd still be sitting there in one piece if he knew you were doing the dirty with his ex?! He'd have ripped you to shreds by now."
"Are you going to tell him?!"
"I should-the Gods know how much I'd like to see him break every bone in your body-I'd do it myself if it weren't for the fact that The Order needs you and Hermione: I've promised her I won't kill you and I won't tell Ron so he can't kill you wither. Truth of the matter seems to be that she doesn't want to fell out with Ron or me, and she doesn't want to see you get hurt-heavens know why but she does actually seem to genuinely care for you. She'll tell Ron when she's ready."
Draco smiled at the revelation of Hermione's feelings for him. Harry looked up again:
"Sorry about your face."
"Hey, s'ok. I probably deserved it: I'd almost certainly have knocked you one if I'd found out you were bedding my best friend."
"Hey! Crabbe and Goyle ain't my style." Harry grinned and Draco smiled.
"Yeah, I heard you were seeing that female Weasley."
"Ginny." Harry corrected.
Silence.
"Do you want a drink or something?!" Draco offered, felling he should be at least marginally polite to Harry seen as he hadn't slain him down with a flaming sword or anything.
"Sure. What have you got?!"
"Um...pass actually. I haven't looked in a while. I think there's some Fire Whiskey lurking around somewhere. Or do you want something else?!"
"Fire Whiskey sounds fine."
Draco Accio'd the bottle and two glasses and the enemies sat down.
An hour or so later the pair were engrossed in a game of very competitive chess, the near empty bottle of Fire Whiskey standing next to the board. Harry, having still not improved at the game in seven years was groaning as his Knight was crushed by Draco's bishop. He poured himself another drink.
"You do realise that this doesn't make us friends don't you?!"
"What?! Just because I'm creaming you at chess?! That's not very mature." Draco replied, focusing on his next move and not quite grasping the context of the conversation.
"No. This." Harry responded, beckoning his glass at the room and their situation. "OK, you're on our side, and fair enough, I've got to put up with you and Hermione....being together, but it DOESN'T mean we are friends OK?! I still think you're an evil bastard who deserves to be hexed to next Tuesday."
"Fine by me because I still think you are an arrogant git who needs to brought down a peg or to by a good Slytherin style beating up."
"So we are just tolerating each other? Deal?!"
"Deal." Draco responded, moving his Rook forward, "Checkmate."
"Bloody hell." Harry swore, downing one drink and pouring another.
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Eventually, Harry made to leave. As Draco was shutting the door Harry turned back to face him:
"If you EVER hurt her I swear I WILL kill you." He promised, before walking off.
Draco sighed: some things never changed.
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The next day Hermione came to see him. It was early, and Draco was still in bed. In fact he didn't notice her until he felt her wriggling into his bed and into his arms. He opened his sleepy eyes, smiled and kissed her forehead:
"What time is it?" He muttered.
"Um....half six." She confessed, giggling.
He groaned and pretended to look angry:
"I don't have to be up for another hour and a half."
"I know that...neither do I, but I wanted to see you. I spoke to Harry last night."
"Me too." Replied Draco, noticing his throbbing cheekbone-why hadn't he cast a healing spell he asked himself.
"Aw." Purred Hermione, touching his bruised, swollen face. She whispered a spell and waved her wand over the aching area. It instantly felt better.
"Thanks."
"Was he really mad?!" Hermione asked.
"What?! You been before or after he nearly decapitated me?! He was alright actually...don't get any ideas though," he hurriedly continued, seeing the hope on Hermione's face: "We're only tolerating each other for your sake." Draco didn't mention the truth spell.
Hermione smiled and snuggled closer.
"You know, I think everything's going to be OK." She said kissing him. He smiled and began exploring her body, dragging her underneath the covers into a safe haven.
If only they'd known what was going to happen in only a few hours time.
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I'm sorry!!! It's another cliff-hanger!!! I'll update as soon as possible this week or next.
Slytherin Spirit