The hall was still in complete shock, Sirius was still laughing, and someone was screaming. Harry didn't know who, he was still trying to comprehend everything Morgan had just said. The ministry was being cleared out and prepared for a attack, there was already an attack tonight, on the thirty-first Hogwarts was going to be attacked, the dememtors were coming.
"Harry!"
The ebony haired boy realized it was Hermione screaming, she was pointing to the air right in front of him. Standing there was Ginny Weasly, still in the blood strained crimson dress, her body a sickening picture from a horror show. Her left eyes hung from a thread of nerves from the bone of her face, the bone of her nose pierced the skin, her strawberry hair was plastered with blood.
"What is it Hermione?" Harry asked. Hermione shivered, Ginny was looking at her.
"Ginny, it's Ginny…She's standing in front of you."
Harry looked right up at her face, his emerald eyes were huge. But he starred right through her. "Hermione?"
"She's moving her hand," The guesture was stiff and jerky, like the corpse she was. Hermione suppressed the urge to vomit. "I think she wants to write something." The brunette got out of her bag a note pad and a pen. She handed tem to Harry, who offered them to the ghost.
"Miss Granger what is going on?" Dumbledore asked carefully. He wasn't sure, he didn't see Ginny's Weasly's form. Ginny growled wordlessly at Hermione.
"Ginny Weasly's ghost is standing right there." Hermione stated in a surprisingly stable voice.
"Then why can't the rest of us see this so called ghost?" Dumbledore asked all politeness.
"Hermione's a spiritual medium, she can see ghosts, real ghosts!" Nommie snarled.
"She is not!" Trewenly sqawked. "She does not have the eye!"
"Shut up you old hag! Just look at Harry!" Nommie took a deep breath. "Hermione what does Ginny want."
"She want's to write something." Hemrione looked at Ginny, she wasn't taking the pen, she couldn't hold the pen, her fingers brushed through it. "Harry? Give me the pen."
Harry shot her a confused glanced, but gave her the pen, Hermione pointed her wand at it and muttered something, a second later a sharp knife was in her hand. "Mione?" Hermion's heart went out to Harry, remembering how Ron attacked him.
"Harry, she used blood last time, I need you to cut your arm, not deep, just enough so she can write with the blood. I think that's the only thing she can touch." Hermioen explained, handing him the knife.
Harry shivered, he held the knife inches away from his own skin. He ignored the teachers and students cries, but he slit the inside of his arm. It struck him how much the red line looked like Draco's scars, he wondered if they were still there. His head spun violently. The Gryffindor winced as cold, harsh fingers brushed his skin and lathered themselves in blood.
The hall again fell silent, girl fainted, a few boys did to. The teachers fell into quiet shock, Sirius had stopped laughing, he was moaning softly. The seemingly floating blood drifted over to the table. Ginny pushed away the plates, startling a few Slytherins into unconciousness.
On the bare table she wrote, pausing for more of Harry's blood. Ginny stepped back, respectfully and carefully Hermione walked over and read the scrawl off in a smooth tone. "We'll wash our hands free of this blood, can you save me? We'll leave this town and run, run forever. I can save you, my bloody valentine."
Sirius cackled, Remus moaned, Oreo gasped, Morgan sighed. Sirius insane laughter returned. "It's all happening again! Who'd think'll take Harry?" Remus slapped him.
"Sirius, get a hold of yourself! This doesn't have to happen again!" The werewolf snarled.
"The same exact words, but last time it was your blood Remus, because you were the sacrifice. This time Harry's the sacrifice, he'll belong to Voldemort. You'll come with me." Sirius murmured.
"Sirius?" Remus started. "What do you mean?"
"Sirius we'll win this time, just as we did again. We're stronger now."
"Monster." Sirius whispered.
"What are-what are you talking about?"
"I-I'm a monster." Sirius whispered. No one heard their conversatation, Morgan was hugging Sirius tightly, he wasn't laughing anymore. Oreo had taken Morgan's seat next to her werewolf.
"Morgan? When will the dememtors come?" Harry asked.
"End of the week." She said horasly. "All the ministry officials you see here will be staying at the castle for your protection. Go to your towers or whatever. Anyone whose involved in this stay. Is Ginny still here?"
Hermione shook her head. She loped her fingers in Blaises and shivered. Harry was hugging Rowan all the tighter, she was tying a napkin around his arm to stop the bleeding. Torri was angry, in his arms Draco could feel her as a ticking time bomb.
"Draco, this isn't right, the demetors shouldn't be in the castle!" She hissed.
"I know, love, but it's the way it is. Don't fight it."
"It's wrong!"
"Shut up, Torri."
The hall was cleared out except for Harry, Rowan, Hermione, Blaise, Torri, and Draco. Dumbeldore finally spoke up. "None of you are to go anywhere alone, or without a vampire, understand. Stay with each other, stay in Slytherin tower, all of you. There's no need to explain anything. The school doesn't need to know about the violin, or Harry your wings, if possible. I will explained to the teachers and they will explain to their houses as much, or little as they see fit. You may go."
The coming of the dementors came and went like the tides. For a few weeks at least their life took on some stability. Sirius was grinning and mischevious as always and Remus was now assisting him in their pranks.
Daniel and Torri had talked often about controlling her powers, she and Louie were going through a sort of therapy session during divinatation. Draco was playing violin only during the day, Torri's drawing took up her nights.
Harry was still a bit afraid of his dinner knife and weary in general, but he to was recovering with the quiditch. He was actually playing on the Gryffindor team, mostly because Seamus and Dean were threatening Ron's posse. Without Ron they didn't hate Harry anymore, he slept in Gryffindor some nights now. Ron had been shipped to St. Mungos, Harry didn't like to think of his former friend.
Hermione and Blasie were officially together, and they couldn't have been cuter. They were in the puppy love phase. Rowan and Harry's relationship was going very well, they did a lot of joking and laughing, but they were more of a loving, grounded couple.
Draco and Torri's relationship was starting to take an odd turn. Often violent fights broke out between them. When they weren't fighting they were the fun loving, and quirky couple they were. They were either up or down and struggling to find that middle ground Rowan and Harry had.
It was October 30th. The Halloween ball had already been set up, everyone was giggling about what they would dress up as.
"Row, what color do you think I should wear?" Hermione sighed, she was scurrying around her room trying to find her make up. Rowan was sitting on Harry's bed trying to help as politely as she could. Torri had given up on Hermione and was laying on her bed.
"Erm…Mione I think you'd look nice in blue?" Rowan offered.
"No! I can't wear blue, you have to wear blue, it looks great on you!" Hermione squeaked.
"Um….Red?" Rowan asked.
"No, it makes me look to pale, besides everyone'll be in red!"
"Pink?"
"I look fat in pink!"
"White?"
"No I'll spill something on it!"
Torri finally groaned and slammed the bed with her palm. "You know Blaise's favorite color on brunettes is yellow,"
"What kind of yellow?" Hermione asked, she had the star struck look in her eyes.
"Rose yellow he said." Torri's brows furled in confusion. "You'd look good in a pale yellow,"
"Yellow Rose…." Hermione was now looking for something to match yellow and torturing Rowan. "Tor what are you wearing?"
"Gold!"
"What kidn of dress?"
"I'm going shopping with Louie tomorrow!"
"Why aren't you going with us?" Hermion asked, faking a hurt look. Torri threw a pillow at her teasingly.
"I always shopped with my dad, it's just a habbit, I need Louie to help me."
Rowan laughed. "I don't know hwo you don't drive him insane with your 'do I look fat?'s?"
"Oh, shut up!" Torri cried jokingly. "Seriously I want to get some sleep Mione!"
"Aren't you going to go in with Draco?" Rowan asked.
"No, he's being a bastard." Torri grumbled. She crawled under the covers and flicked off the lamp. "He'll be sorry when he sees me tomorrow!" She fell right into sleep.
Chuckling softly Hermione slid into bed. "Night Rowan."
"Night Mione." Rowan yawned. They joined Torri in the land of sleep.
The next morning was a very strict affair, the group, Hermione, Rowan, Torri, Draco, Harry, and Blaise (sometimes with Milly and Pansy), was meeting at nine thirty to go into Hogsmade.
Rowan slept through Hermione and Torri showering, and both girls had to wait for the Ravenclaw to get ready, and sadly they missed breakfast. "Rowan!" Torri wined. "We're going to be late!"
"Hold on! I have to do my other eye!" She cried, holding the masacra up to her other eye. She came away from the mirror looking perfect as usual. Hermione felt no jealousy toward Rowan, Hermione wasn't a jealous person. Torri, was more envious, Rowan was beautiful, she'd always been beautiful. Torri had been a total pig when she was little and ever sinc 7th grade her life seemed like it was a constant battle to stay beautiful, but that was a little dramatic.
It was surprisingly cold so early in the season. Hermione was in her usual short white coat and jeans with warm fuzzy boots. Hermione never spit anything on her clothes, Rowan was in a mid thigh length coat, made of brown curdory, with a foe-fur collar. Cold didn't affect Rowan, at all. She was in pair of light suede boots and a skit that hit the same place as her boots. Torri was in a thickest coat of smooth black leather, lined with fur that came down a little further then Rowans. She was the only one with gloves and a scarf.
"Torri how can you breath in all that!" Rowan teased. "It's so lovely out!"
"It's practically snowing!" Torri agrued. Hermione just laughed. They found the boys trying to throw leaves at each other. Draco was only in a denim jacket, Harry was the one in the thick fur coat, and Blaise was just in a heavier denim jacket, lined with fur.
Blaise and Hermione hugged Rowan and Harry kissed, Torri and Draco scowled.
"Bastard."
"Bitch."
"Man-whore,"
"Slut."
"Yeah well I like Louie better then you." Torri stuck out her tongue and waved goodbye to everyone and agreed to met them at one for lunch. She found Louie sitting on a stone bench in the court yard, dressed casually in denim and a heavy coat. "Louie!" She gave him a huge hug. "Draco's being mean!"
"Oh, dun worry luv, he's just…adjusting." He gave her a wink. "To Hogsmade?"
"Yuppies." He wrapped Torri in his arms and they went jumping away to Hogsmade. They reached the entrance fo the village. "Can we walk?"
"yeah, sure Tor. So what are we shopping for?"
"Stuff for the ball tonight."
"What! Can't you do that with Hermione?" Louie wined.
"No!" Torri gave him a light swat. "I always shopped with my dad, he's doing ministry work, but made me hair, nail, and makeup appointments."
"Someone's low matinence." Louie muttered.
"Well I just want to look nice." Torri shrugged. "I want to look good so Draco'll like me again."
Louie wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "He loves you! Draco's just not used to these kinds of relationships, I know your doing your best."
"I don't want to get mad at him, but when he's provoking me what can I do!"
"Just tell him you love him. He's a self-destructive person, so're Harry and Sirius. They know they shouldn't hurt themselves so they provoke people they love into hurting them. When they loose those people they just loose control and that's when cutting anc suicide happens."
Torri beamed at him. "And I'm supposed to be the phyciatrist here!"
"I'm smarter then I look." Louie said batting his eyelashes, both knew it was true. They didn't feel like being serious today. "Right, so which dress shop are we going to?"
"Erm…Look! Let's try there!" Torri pointed to a nice looking shop. It was big, full of racks with beautiful dresses hanging everywhere. The sales person greeted them nicely. "I was looking for something fancy, for a Halloween ball?"
"Any particular style or color?"
"No, not really."
The sales lady led them around and fished through a rack marked 3-5. She pulled out a black sleevless corset dress, pretty, but dull. She got another dark purple dress of light taffeta that had long flowing sleeves. Torri hung that one on Louie, The sales lady also offered her a crimson silk dress with piles of black lace for sleeves and zillions of gold sparkles.
Torri took both the red and purple dresses into a dressing room, she emerged in the purple dress and spun around. "Whatcha think?"
"Well….turn around.."
Torri did.
"It's a bit….I think the sleeves over power you, your not tall enough for sleeves like that, also it looks like you don't have anything….up there."
"Bitch." Torri growled teasingly. She changed into the red dress. "Better?"
Louie agreed. "Do you like it?"
Torri shrugged. "It's okay, I'd like to shop a round a bit more though." She changed and looked around the store a bit more, nothing really worked. The left and found a small boutique that looked good as well.
The sales lady was a total bitch. After a few more failures Torri found a nice white dress, and a light pink dress that worked. But neither were really right for Halloween. They had half an hour till lunch and were quickly losing hope.
"Hey, Tor what about that place?" he pointed to a run down looking shop. Torri shrugged and followed him in. The sales lady here was much nicer.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I have a Halloween dance tonight and I need a dress."
"Last minute shopper?"
Torri laughed. "Totally."
"Any colors or styles?"
"Well….Something with sleeves of some sort would be better I think, but not with those really long sleeves." Torri tried to make them with her hands.
"Oh, yes, you have a smaller build, they'd over power you."
"Do you think any color would work better?" Louie asked. "We're really desperate we've been shopping for hours."
The sales lady looked at Torri. "Well what are you going as?"
Torri sighed. "I'm not really sure, just something kind of dark and evilish."
"Then a darker color, you could do black, dark blue, gold, maybe even purple." Torri just gaped totally lost. The sales lady laughed. "Well I'll find you some stuff, you find a dressing room, they're all open.
She returned with four dresses. A skin tight short black one that had laces down the front and little cap sleeves, a dark blue full scale ball gown with a square necked bodice with little frills of lace that acted as a short sleeve and panels of blue silk sewn together for a skirt, a dark purple one of soft floaty fabric that didn't quiet reach her knees ,and a burnished gold dress with a high neck, but a cut out butterfly shape around her collar bone, the dress itself was woven with beads that shimmered every time it moved.
Torri tried on all four. She came out in the black one.
"Nice, but slutty." Louie said matter of factly. Torri harrumphed, but greed, she changed into the blue one. "I like that one, what do you think?" He asked the sales lady.
"It's a very nice dress, I agree it looks great."
Torri beamed, she changed into the purple one. "I don't like this one so much."
"It looks the best so far." Louie said incredulously.
"It's kind of…I don't know not Halloweeny." Torri came out in the gold dress. She looked in the mirror for a moment. "Shiny!"
"I like it to, Torri, but it is sleeveless." Louie smiled. "It makes your eyes look more gold. I like it a lot, Tor."
"I love it, but I'd like a jacket in case I get cold."
"No, Tor. If your going to get a sleeveless dress you'd better wear it sleeveless." Louie chaisted. "If your not comfortable get the blue one."
"No!" She looked at herself in the mirror. "I like this one."
"If you want some coverage I think I have the perfect thing." The sales lady presented her with a pair of dark gold lace fingerless gloves. Torri was gaping as she put them on.
"Wow!" She looked back in the mirror. "I'm going to look so good tonight! We'll take the dress and the gloves!"
"It's an expensive dress." The sales lady warned.
Torri shrugged. "I've got money."
Torri attempted to pay with a muggle credit card, that didn't work, so Louie procured a large sack of money from his coat and left her an extra big tip. He also asked if they could pick it up at around four. The lady agreed and wished them a good day. They headed over to the three broomsticks for lunch.
Louie pushed open the door and gave Torri a kiss on the cheek. "I'm heading back to the castle, I'll be back around two?"
"Alright, bye Louie."
"Remember what I said about Draco!"
"Go!"
Torri found everyone sitting at a large table right by the window. Draco was laughing and smiling, like he never did with her anymore. The overwhelming urge to leave filled her. But Torri plopped down next to Hermione and greeted everyone warmly, she didn't even look at Draco.
To her surprise Rowan and Hermione were telling animated stories about their adventures that day, and it kept things form getting awkward. Torri listened and laughed with the rest.
"Did you find a dress?" Rowan asked. "Is Louie still sane?"
"Yes, Louie is sane, and I found the hottest dress!"
"What's it look like?" Hermione asked.
"It's a secret!" Torri giggled. Hermioen cried out in mock outrage, Torri almost forgot Draco was there. Rowan joined in the giggle fest. Draco hadn't smiled since Torri sat down.
Finally Blaise heaved a sigh. "Draco, lighten up!"
"What! I'm perfectly light and happy!" Draco snarled.
"You've been sulking since Torri came in, you two had better work this out or I'm killing you both!" Blaise said loudly. Torri grinned.
"I have not been sulking." Draco growled. "I'm going out." He left, knocking over his chair in his haste to leave.
Torri wanted to cry. She really wanted to cry.
"What a jerk!" Hermione cried. She gave Torri a hug. "Tor, that was so not your fault! You didn't do anything."
Harry was surprised at how well Hermione knew Torri. "Tor, I'll go talk to him."
Rowan growled. "You should dump him after all this! How long has he been like this?"
"Since Monday, but we didn't start fighting till Wednesday." Torri sniffled.
"Torri! That's three days!" Hermione cried. "You guys hardly fight for more then one."
"What did I do wrong? I didn't look at him, I didn't say anything mean." Torri mumbled. Harry growled angrily and flew out of the three broomsticks. He found Draco leaning against the pub, looking at the cloudy skys.
"You bastard!" Harry shouted, he didn't care about the heads he turned, Draco didn't either. "How dare you treat her that way!"
"She's the one calling me names." Draco growled.
"You've been distant all week and she's only tried to help, when you scream at breakfast 'you'll never understand, so stop trying' I'm not sure whose calling who names!"
"Well she can't." Draco sighed and looked back at the sky. "I still have the scars, they won't fade Harry, whenever I touch my violin they go bright red. How can she be near me when I'm a danger to everyone around me."
"Draco we decide to be with you and you decide to be with me, despite my past. It's her own choice. She loves you, I mean she really loves you, that kind of things one in a billion. Most girls would give up on you after the first fight. I'm honestly surprised she doesn't burst into tears!"
"Am I that cruel? I am aren't I. Torri I kind, open and loving, I'm the opposite, we shouldn't be together."
"If you really believe that then go to hell Draco." Harry said in disgust. He went back inside and the blonde felt betrayed in a sense. Harry didn't stay to say something different and sappy. No one left him, ever. Draco starred up at the sky, feeling the temperature drop.
"Draco? You'll get sick if you stay out here."
He didn't need to look over to hear Torri's voice flow through his ears, like a loving caress saying come here. "How can you still care?"
"Because, you're an idiot and no one else will." Torri scoffed. "Besides," her voice softened. "I love you."
"I don't love you."
"That's a lie and you know it."
"How do you know?"
Torri smiled at him. Draco wanted to hug her and say he was so sorry and so lucky to have her, he wanted to hit her for being so naïve. She reached out and brushed her fingers across his cheek. "You're so cold." She noticed how swiftly he brushed away her fingers, and how he looked down.
"Torri, isn't Louie meeting you soon?"
"Yes."
"You should find him."
"I'll be feeling guilty about upsetting you."
The blonde looked at her truly in shock. "How can you feel guilty, you did nothing wrong. I just…punished you for caring, and I'm so sorry."
Torri ran her fingers through her hair, Draco itched to touch that main of hair so like an angels. "It's alright, I love you. It kills me to see you hurting yourself like this. You pick fights with everyone, hoping they'll hurt you. I'll hit you if that's what you really want, I'll say I hate you. I just want to love you." She gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "There's Louie, I'll see you tonight."
He watched as she ran over to embrace her vampire. I want her to hug me. I want to be the object of her affection. He sighed and went back inside, knowing apoligies were in order, and dreading them.
"Louie!"
"Torri, my snookums I've found out where you appointments are, shall we?"
"Yes lets,"
They found the nail salon easily. They discussed with the woman there what to do for her nails and decided a shimmering gold bronze polish, and small gold jewels on each finger. Torri decided that was to be her only jewelry for the night. Afterwards she was shoved into a salon chair and her hair was washed, cut, and styled.
The layers were beautifully re accented so it highlighted her face, The lady had put in light gold undertones everywhere, that sparkled in the light. It was very voluminous and now tumbled half way down her back, she liked it long. Next they threw her in the make up chair and made up her face.
Her skin was covered in foundatation, to cover the natural blush in her cheeks, a lot of foundation actually, black mascara and then a sparkly gold over that, her eyes were done in layers of gold, bronze and black so it radiated out from her eye lid. Her lips were a rich shade of pinkish red.
She paid and tipped them very well because she didn't really look human anymore. She looked more like a gold nymph, with creamy skin. Normally her skin was much less perfect. She and Louie ran over to the dress shop, picked up the dress and gloves, and then purchased a pair of strappy gold heels the sales woman had picked out. They gave her another tip and jumped back to the castle.
"Alright Louie, see you later tonight?" She said as they landed in the court yard.
"Yeah, you look great Torri."
"Thanks Louie." She gave him a quick kiss and dashed back to the Slytherin Tower. It was already five thirty. She hung the dress and shoes in a closet in the bathroom, the black cloth covering the dress kept it from being seen. Torri went up to her room and picked up her vampire chronicles book and started to read. She heard a loud knock on the door.
"Torri! Are you ready yet? We're heading down!" Hermione called.
"You go ahead, I'll be right there!" Torri called.
"Ya sure?"
"Yeah positive!" When she was sure they were gone she glanced out the door, all clear. She dashed into the bathroom and changed into the dress. It looks great with her hair and all the gold, her nails didn't quiet match the dress, but she liked the clash. Her shoes gave her three inches of height, better for dancing.
She ran as fast as she could down to the great hall and primped a moment before carefully opening the door. The tables were gone, the room was light by soft floating red, orange, and yellow lights, moving all around the room. There was a black dance floor set up, around it was set up little cushioned nooks and tables.
The hall looked magical, more then it usually did, the ceiling was replaced by and endless number of stars. Everyone was in dark colors, a few whites and pinks and lavenders, a silver, maybe a few other gold's, Torri stood out and she liked it.
She looked around for Hermione and Rowan, she saw Rowan imdeietly, she was sorounded by boys of all ages and sizes asking if they could dance with her, she tactfully danced with all of them for a short while, before finding Harry, who was dressed up in Dark red that clashed beautifull with her dark blue flowing ball gown.
She found Draco entertaining all the girls, he was in black silk pants, boots, and a flashy gold trimmed gold coat over a black shirt, also trimmed in gold. As she passed over the dance floor she knew people starred at the colors and how they played over her dress and hair. She didn't quiet make it before she was mobbed.
The next thing she knew she was dancing with an attractive brunette who of course was taller then her.
"What's your name, cher?"
She looked over at Draco. He was flirting. Bastard.Torri batted her eyes lashes. "That's a secret."
"Oh really? Then I suppose I'll just call you cher."
"That works."
"May I cut in?"
Torri was smoothly carried away by none other then her hero in black. A muggle son blasted over the radio, she loved this song! Maroon five, she will be love. What a funny song, ironic that it came on right now
"Harry, is it working?" Hermion whispered. The ebony aired boy was next to her looking at Draco and Torri.
"They're together."
"Let's go investigate shall we?" Blaise offered Hermione a hand and swept her onto the dance floor.
"May I have this dance, cherie?" Harry asked bowing to Rowan.
"If you call me cherie again you can have anything you want!"
"Does the most beautiful creature in the room have a name?" Draco breathed softly in Torri's ear.
She smiled mischeviously at him. "Well I can't exactly tell you that, or it would destroy the surprise."
"How about I call you beautiful one?"
"Hm…Try harder."
"Cher?" He asked, swinging her out. "You are a beautiful dancer."
"I learned young. You aren't to bad yourself. Try again"
"Hm….Perhaps, ma cherie?"
Harry and Rowan swung by them grinning. "I think it's working." The blonde whispered.
"I liked cher better." Torri commented.
"How about darling?"
"Not feeling it."
"Honey-bun?"
Torri laughed. "I'd like one."
"Angel?"
"Hm…."
"beautiful one, it suits you perfectly." Draco whispered. "I miss you."
"I'm right here, silly, besides you don't know who I am."
"I miss you, everyday, every night, every second I'm not with you!" Draco tilted her back, acutely aware of how fragile she was. "I can not eat, I can not sleep tonight. I need you."
"I need you to." Torri whispered. He brought her back up, they slowed their dance. "Draco what are you saying?"
"I'm so sorry, I'm so lucky to have someone like you to watch over me. I want to marry you."
"Draco? We're sixteen, don't you think it's a little early to think about marriage?"
"I love you, I'll spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
He dipped her low, Torri looked up at him for a moment, before latching her lips to his. "Yes, someday Draco Malfoy I'll marry you."
He pulled from his pocket a gold band, with a diamond stud, sourounded by tiny sparkling diamonds, the main one was a dark champagne colored gold. "For you…" He slipped it on her finger.
"Draco, you didn't have to, you shouldn't have."
"I have and I will shower gifts on you every day, and someday I'll bring you a million red roses!" He said, his voice was filled with laughter. The brunette laughed.
"A million?"
"A million red roses! Because even a million couldn't match your beauty!"
"Aw! That's so beautiful!" Nommie said, whipping a fake teat form her eye. Louie's arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
"Remember when I proposed to you?"
"You haven't gotten me a ring yet."
"I haven't found the most beautiful diamond in the whole wide world yet." Louie kissed her lightly. "No diamond can rival your beauty."
"I love you."
"And I love you."
"Wanna get a room?"
"Oh yes."
The two vampires vanished, and another sappy song curtsy of Blaise came on, Yellow card's only one.
Sirius was dancing with Morgan. "We cheated fate! Look it didn't happen again! We're safe, it's over, all over."
Morgan couldn't help but laugh at how happy he was. "God I love you. I'll die if I lose you."
"You won't lose me, love, because we won."
"Oh Sirius, I wish I was sure."
"We have now, then. Tonight, dance with me until the sun rises?"
"Remember when we would go out clubbing?"
"We must go again."
"I love you Sirius."
"I love you, Morgan. Let's get married, we'll have the worlds most beautiful children!" Sirius took them off in an even faster dance. "And our wedding will be in the most beautiful church, with stained glass windows and we'll invite everyone!"
"You've been saying this for years!"
"I mean it, now! If we don't get married we must mate."
Morgan cracked up and leaned closer to him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I missed you, I missed you so much. Never leave me again!"
"I won't, I promise." Sirius eyes went hollow, knowing he belonged to Mallvorn, knowing he was claimed. "Let me go to Harry, and I'll let you break me all you want."
Sirius repressed a shudder and hugged Morgan tightly. I'll come to you someday, but let me have my love now.