A/N: nothing to say so heres a disclaimer!!!

Disclaimer: no copyright infringement is intended so dont sue because i spent tons of money on seeing the Harry Potter movies, buying them on DVD and buying the books. JKR owns harry not me. i own autumn! lol

Chapter Seven: Void of Passion

Rumors concerning Harry Potter spread like wildfire through Hogwarts. So when Autumn dumped him and then left it was huge news. But Harry couldn't blame her, he knew exactly how she felt and it stung thinking about it. He could recall her words clearly in his head-

"Whats the point of looking for love in a place void of passion?"

It had been almost two weeks since she left. It was a Friday, the 28th to be exact. Ginny had recieved only two short letters from Autumn, both telling nothing more than she was okay and to beat Slytherin for her. They did beat Slytherin, but it probably would have been an even greater victory if they hadn't been missing a chaser. It was boring old dinner time and the old oak doors creaked open. Autumn walked through. Her hair was now shoulder length and layered, it was in soft waves and she had on dangly ear-rings with multicolored stars. She was dressed in muggle clothes. A hot pink tee that said- "Young and Angry" and black pin-striped pants that hung right on her hips with a belt with sparkley pink stars. On her feet she donned a pair of black high top Chucks. Autumn looked like a completely different person, and that was the point. She wanted to show everyone at Hogswarts who she really was, and that person included black eyeliner.

She purposefully walked past the Slytherin table on her way up to the teachers table, daring one of them to comment. And one did.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Pansy Parkinson drawled

"It's called makeup, maybe you should try some. That way when your boyfriend looks at you, he doesn't wince." She smiled sarcastically at Pansy before walking away silently.

"Professor?" Autumn stood infront of her father, Professor Snape.

"Can't you see I am trying to eat?"

"Doesn't look like it." Autumn smiled innoscently

"What is it?" Severus had grown increasing annoyed with his daughters absence. She was, though he would never admit it aloud, the only potions student he could remotely stand.

"During my leave I completed Malfoy and I's paper and I would like to turn it in now." She handed him a rather thick roll of parchment.

"Thank you, now go get some rest." The Professor said as he waved her away

Ginny was eager to find out how her best friend had been doing but all through dinner her atempt at an interrogation failed.

"Gin can't we talk tomorrow! I'm super tired, America is in a whole other time zone. Its early in the morning there."

"oh." Ginny turned back to her food, feeling downtrodded.

The next day Autumn awoke around lunchtime. Once she got up she found a note from Ginny on her trunk telling her they had all gone to Hogsmaede and they didn't wake to wake her because she seemed really tired.

'Guess I will have to go and find them since its so boring around here.' Autumn thought as she got dressed.

As she leaned over and began lacing up her Chucks she noticed something proped up against the wall. She smiled once she realized what it was. Her new broom.

'Perfect' Autumn thought sarcastically as she walked into The Three Broomsticks. She headed over to where Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny where sitting.

"Hey guys." Autumn said as she sat down. It was more crowded than normal, and here lately Autumn hadn't been enjoying large groups of people. Brought back too many bad memories. There was to be another Yule Ball she heard, another atempt at rallying hope in the youths. A fimilar sneer broke the silence:

"Oh look its the Potter fan club." Pansy giggled at his smart remark. Something unusual happened then, Autumn did nothing, and said nothing. She just sat for a moment before continuing with what she was doing before, staring down into her mug of butterbeer.

"Bug off Ferretboy" Giiny was rather protcective of her friends and most of the time it got her into trouble. Just like this time. Another scene of the deep riff between the houses. House Unity was something all the teachers wanted, but never thought would happen.

"ENOUGH!" Autumn shouted. Ginny and Ron were red-faced and leaning over the table at Malfoy and his goonies. They had forgotten that she was there, quiet in the corner. Everyone turned and looked at her, confused and wondering what they had done wrong. Her cheeks were tinted with anger and her head hurt from contempt. The room began to spin and become dreadfully hot.

Autumn's chair went crashing to the ground, as she rushed out the door. Leaving many a worried teenagers behind. She was indifferent to the cold outside, the temperture made no difference to her. Her heart would always remain the same degree. Icy.

Her pace quickened, until it grew into a run. She found herself out of breath and panting infront of the lake. Love it or Leave It, it was were she collasped, and left herself on the cold ground. She laid there, hiding from herself, her emotions. She tried to fight them back, but tears came. She felt broken and lost. She didn't know where to turn and felt the doors closing around her. She rolled over on her back, and sighed.

"I guess this is what you call a mental breakdown." Autumn said sarcastically

"That's about what I would call it too." That all too well known voice said

"What do you want." She repiled restlessly

"What is with the venom?"

"hmm isn't it obivous? I don't care that much for you Malfoy." The Blond who owned the aforementioned voice sat on the dying grass next to Autumn.

"Yes, I've been getting that a lot lately, but from you? Your my number one fan!" A smirk appeared on his pale face.

She sighed as her reply and sat up. She could never had guessed what he came to talk to her about, it was hard for her to swallow as is.

" I wanted to speak with you about something."

"Well thats really apparent, Draco"

"I am trying to be serious." Anger was present in Malfoy's tone

"Alright, fine. I am listening, I promise."

"I want out of being a Death Eater, and I need your help." He said in a small voice. She could heard the nervousness and knew it wasn't natural for Malfoys to feel that way. He wasn't lying.

"You hate muggleborns and half bloods though!"

"Shhhhhhh! Someone might hear you!" He reprimanded her

"alright fine." Autumn whispered sharply "Why though, why do you want out?"

"I may hate mudbloo- I mean muggleborns but that doesn't mean that I am going to kill them. Voldemort kills more Full-bloods that muggleborns! Plus he isn't even a full-blooded wizard himself! Dirty half-blood. They all think he is going to share his power, fools, he is only using them like pawns. And they are only disgracing their families." The frustration and disgust was back in his voice. She would have never guessed that Draco Malfoy wouldn't want to serve under the most powerful dark wizard in the world. But once you gave it some thought it made sense. Why would a spoiled brat like him want to share the glory? But then again wouldn't it kill him to be on the same side as Harry and everyone else he hates.

"What about Harry and everyone else? Won't it kill you to be on their side?"

"Hasn't killed Professor Snape yet." Autumn flushed at the mention of her father, how could he know. Draco leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear:

"He told me."

It had been 2 long weeks since the conversation had passed between Autumn and Draco, and the school had become noticeably calmer than it was before. But of course, like every other deed done at Hogswarts-good or bad- the fault fell upon a very puzzled Harry.

"Great Job Mate!"

"Way to go 'Arry!"

"Excellent Potter!"

"Ohh Harry, your the greatest!" (that particular one came from the latest installment of his fan club)

It was getting quite difficult for Draco Malfoy to watch all his handiwork be accreditted to Saint Potter. He was becoming rather nasty to be around, and his watch over the Slytherins was slowly becoming less and less strick. Unluckily for him, Autumn had noticed, which meant she had no intentions of even recognizing his plea for help. The whole incident had left a bad taste in her mouth, one she was more than ready to wash out.