Because my chapter names weren't all that exciting and I'm stuck coming up with more, I'm going to just do numbers for now. Here's a short one.

Chapter 7:

Hermione came over to where Ron and Harry were sitting. She'd been watching them play Wizard's Chess for almost an hour now. She stood behind Ron's chair. From where she was, she could look down the back of his neck. His red hair was curling up slightly at the point where it met the collar of his shirt. Just under it, she could make out the faintest of freckles working their way down his spine. For a split second, she considered leaning down and blowing down his neck to startle him. The thought surprised her. She was the one startled when Ron turned and looked up and her from his seat.
"What are you looking at?" he asked as he ran his fingers over his neck. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing." She felt her face getting warm so she looked to Harry. "I need to ask a favor. Can I borrow a Divination textbook from one of you?"
"Sure. Don't you still have yours from 3rd year?" Harry began to stand up, but Ron beat him to it.
Hermione moved so Ron could slide by her. "No. I gave it to Ginny. Didn't think I would need it since I dropped the class."
"Why don't you borrow it back from her?"
"I need one that's more advanced. I need one from our class level."
Ron returned, slightly out of breath. His face glowing like a dog that had retrieved a ball during play, he smiled at Hermione. "Here you go."
Hermione looked over the pristine book. "Ron, have you even opened this?"
He blushed, "Not really. I usually just look at Harry's in class."
"How do you do your assignments?" She noticed he averted his gaze when she looked at him. "Never mind. Thanks for the book...I'm guessing you won't need it back right away."
"Whenever you're done with it...take your time...you know where to find me...no rush..." Ron sat down as he babbled.
Harry gave his friend a strange look. Ron was acting seriously weird, even for Ron. He turned back to Hermione. "What exactly are you looking for in there? I thought you considered Divination to be pointless."
"I do. But, I want to read this and see if it gives me any ideas as far as Michelle and Trelawny are concerned."
"If anyone can figure it out, you can Hermione." Ron sounded very sincere as he spoke. Harry gave Ron another surprised look which prompted Ron to speak again. "What? She is the one who usually figures these things out first."
"Thanks Ron." Hermione smiled briefly, feeling somewhat confused by his behavior. But, she also felt somewhat pleased by his comment. She returned to her seat and spent the rest of the night dividing her time between reading and glancing at Ron.

The knife gleamed in the candlelight. A few feet away, Harry stood frozen. Tears were sliding down his face. The room seemed cold and dark. He said something, but it was impossible to hear. The knife plunged into his chest. Blood seeped out of his wound.
Michelle heard the screaming first. Two thoughts were competing for time in her head. The first--how did the knife stab Harry when he was so far away? The second--who is screaming? It was only when she inhaled deeply to scream again that Michelle realized she was the person screaming. Her eyes opened suddenly and she sat up in her chair. She could feel the sweat running down her cheeks...or was she crying? She looked around the common room. Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, she quickly wiped her face with her shirt. It began to slowly come back to her. She had skipped lunch to take a nap. She hadn't slept well last night thinking about what had happened between herself and Harry in the Great Hall. Daphne decended the stairs and rushed to where Michelle was sitting.
"Are you okay? You screamed so loud I thought someone was killing you." She looked Michelle over half expecting to find a wound on her.
"I'm okay." she answered quietly. The dream was still very fresh in her head.
"You must of had a bad dream. I saw you sleeping in the chair when I came in." She held Michelle's gaze. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to get McGonagall?" She rose to leave the room.
Michelle grabbed her arm. "No! Please, don't tell anyone about what happened...please."
Daphne was concerned by the desperation in Michelle's eyes. "It's okay. We all have nightmares. I had this one where one of those crazy creatures Hagrid keeps made it's way out of the pen and was chasing me and..." Daphne cut off her story seeing fresh tears in Michelle's eyes. "Hey...it's okay. Really..." She kneeled in front of where Michelle was sitting and cautiously gave her a hug. Michelle couldn't help it. She was just so tired of keeping almost everything to herself. She gave in and hugged Daphne back as she cried. She didn't say anything more about the dream; she just took comfort in the care of another person. A few minutes passed till Michelle was able to pull away.
"I'm sorry. I just really needed to cry." Michelle looked embarrassed.
"Obviously. You must have been holding that in for awhile now. No wonder you always look tense." Daphne sat back on her heels.
"I look tense?" Michelle wiped her eyes again.
"You make Professor Snape look like the king of the land of relaxation."
"And where is that exactly?"
"Where's what?"
"The land of relaxation...I need to book a flight there immediately." she smiled sheepishly at Daphne.
Daphne smiled back. "Well I can't exactly say where it is, but I can take you to another special place."
"Where's that?"
"The land of chocolate and gossip...just what you need. Let's go find some of the other girls and we can get together tonight." She stood up and offered Michelle a hand.
Michelle took it and pulled herself out of her seat. "Thanks Daphne. Listen, I'm sorry I haven't been very chatty since I started school."
"It's alright. I remember what it was like when I first got here. 'Course I was little so I'm not sure what your excuse is..."
"I'm nuts apparently."
"And very tense..."