Love formations...

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**Harry eyes darted back up towards Hayley's scar still glistening in the moon light. Before Harry finally knew what he was doing, he felt his legs get some feeling back before he turned and bolted back up towards the castle.

"HARRY!" screamed Hermione running after him, leaving a completely forgotten Ron and Hayley in her wake, as she ran ahead towards her boyfriend**.

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Harry's brain was concurrent. His body felt like lighten against the hard winds, stinging at his skin. His legs carrying him over the grounds of the castle. His body willing to take not even one rest until he was completely back on the platform of the cold stone.

"HARRY WILL YOU JUST WAIT!"

That voice. -- That voice Harry loved hearing. Loved going to sleep while hearing it in his head, loved having shivers run through his body, from hearing it so close to him, loved to hear it bate at him over school work. Even that voice couldn't have an impact on him as his legs carried him over the Hogwarts grounds.

But no one could ever doubt Hermione. Not even in the most incoherent times of life. When it came to her mind "where there's a will there's a way."

Unfortunately for Harry she found a way.

Harry; who by this point had blocked everything, that even so much, dashed by his mind to be totally oblivious to him. So oblivious in fact, that he didn't even noticed let alone hear Hermione pull out her wand and aim it at his back. Mere minutes later after careful aiming, she screamed:

"IMPEDIMENTA!"

Harry had been running so fast, that once the spell hit him full force in the middle of his back, he fell over hard, almost smashing his head against the cold stone, before he could prevent it with the blockage of his hands.

Harry was almost tempted to turn back around towards Hermione and demand she resurface the spell off his body.

Once he fully got his body contained again, he, having hard enough time as it was, turned over towards Hermione.

The site before him made ever angered cell hovering in his body, die away so quickly he felt like he had never felt it corrupt in his body to even begin with. That's how much of an impact Hermione had on him.

She was crimson read in her subsiding tan cheeks. Her breath was coming in rough gasps, she wasn't doubled over, but looked like she was about to faint on the other hand.

"Good -- lord..." she finally managed out.

"Hermione do the counter curse," said Harry, trying to move his arms around. He was more then willing to bet Hermione knew what his plan was going to consist of once the spell had been released from him. He was of coarse going to keep running. At this moment running away from everything seemed like a brilliant idea, but once again Hermione's mind was working wonders at keeping him nailed shut to the floor.

"Harry what happened back there?" asked Hermione advancing towards him. A mood he clearly wasn't anticipating. Something more along the lines of echoing yells carrying down the corridors in the wee hours of the night.

Harry feeling defeated rested his arms in a more comfortable position then he had been resting them mere seconds before.

"Harry?" she asked again. This time her voice wasn't fooling anyone. She seemed determined for something, only Harry couldn't figure out what.

"The s-scar," Harry muttered. He seemed almost afraid to say the word.

Hermione didn't say anything. She just slowly and lightly walk over towards Harry stunned position. She gently sat down next to him, shivering slightly at the cold floor touching her legs from beneath her skirt.

They sat in silence awhile longer. Hermione kept glancing around there bodies to make sure they were in no way to be over heard. Hermione only got the chance to stun Harry right as he had reached the platform connecting to the castles entrance.

"She really is my sister isn't she," said Harry after more seconds rolled bye.

Hermione looked shocked at his words. She turned her body so she was facing Harry face to face. Her eyes boring into his.

"Why would you even say that Harry?"

Harry turned his eyes away from her pleading brown ones. He didn't feel comfortable telling Hermione his thoughts, despite how much he knew she was the safest person to keep them with.

"Harry...." said Hermione in a more commanding voice. One so unlike her sweet mocking tone.

Slowly Harry began to tell her. "Ever since that day, when Sirius and Remus had told me I even had a family much less a sister, I didn't even have a clue one even existed to me."

"Remember the night I got drunk?" asked Harry, turning back towards Hermione.

To Harry that day seemed weeks ago, but in reality it was only five days pervious.

"How could I forget -- my lips are still bruised from you kissing me so hard," said Hermione in a sarcastic tone. Harry knew she was joking, but it still didn't make him feel better at the fact that he had implied Hermione with that. It still scared Harry to think about what he could have done to her, if Ron hadn't of been there. But then again Hermione was the one who had stunned him in the first place.

"Hermione you know -- that I would never hurt you like that aga --"

"I know Harry. We all make mistakes, and given what you were going through then, I can totally understand, but you were saying..."

"Right -- well the day I got drunk, when I was in Hogs Head, I was still denying the whole matter, so much in fact, that I thought this must have been a Death Eaters trick, -- or Voldemorts. I still think it is, but after seeing that scar on her forehead, -- she really is my sister."

"Harry -- I thought that also. Ron and I both did, -- to be quite honesty Harry, Sirius, Remus, and Dumbledore all thought that. From what we were told, they had searched for Hayley for a good two years. They looked through ever Death Eaters house in England, -- hell they even did a double search. They got Muggle police involved; to them it was quite obvious Hayley had died. Not once comprehending the thought of another Wizarding family taking her in and raising her."

"Yeah, I guess your right. Your always right Hermione, I guess, I'm too much of a prat to see the evidence right in front of me."

Hermione smiled a little at his comment. She leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. As she was about to pull away slightly, Harry taking a daring chance, brought his hands up to her cheeks, to hold her in place.

After Hermione leaned back into Harry's lips, it was just then that Harry realized that after all the 'Hayley' commotion; Harry and Hermione had, had very little time together.

As Harry was complying his thoughts and mentally cursing himself for not paying more attention to his girlfriend, he was more shock to say the least when he felt Hermione's tongue gently brush over his lips.

Harry; who was still not comfortable with the feel of kissing with his inexperience harpooning over everything, uneasily opened his mouth to her.

He momentarily melted into the kiss. All thoughts of Hayley emphasized from his mind for the time being.

Reputedly Hermione pulled away from him gasping for air. Harry retreated her movements and pulled away also.

"Are you hungry?" asked Hermione snuggling her head closer to under his shoulder.

"Not really -- you?"

"Same."

Harry felt Hermione shiver from under him and snuggle closer, as he felt a new gust of wind blow down upon them. Harry hardly felt it through his warm thick slacks and cloak, but as he looked over Hermione form of clothes, he realized that despite how warm her cloak must be, her skirt probably wasn't doing many wonders in that area of her body.

Harry was tempted to get up and carry her into the castle. But right as he tried to push himself away from the cold cement he found he couldn't. That's when he realized Hermione still hadn't casted the counter curse on him yet.

Hermione hardly noticed his inability to stand up.

"Er -- Hermione could you do the counter curse now?"

Hermione looked at him confused for a moment, before realization dawning on her; she pulled back out her wand and aimed it at Harry's chest.

"Finite Incantatem," said Hermione quietly.

"Thanks," said Harry standing up and trying to get some feeling back into his legs. Hermione leaned over and gave him a short kiss on the lips.

"C'mon, dinner isn't over yet, and I'm freezing out here -- lets go to the Common Room and sit by the fire."

"Alright," said Hermione, taking her hand within his as they started to walk back into the castle doors.

"What 'bout Hayley and Ron," said Hermione when she realized that they had left them down by the lake in the middle of there hectic incident.

"I'm sure they'll be fine," said Harry, with a mocking grin covering his face. He hadn't been the completely arrogant prat today which is what he should have been. Harry could tell from day one from Hayley's arrival that Ron was taking a little partially huge fancying towards his sister. It did make Harry glare at Ron from time to time, mostly grin, when he saw him being his most clumsiness around her, or stuttering for words. But then again compared to Malfoy, Harry would welcome Ron with open arms.

Harry tightened his hand around Hermione's as they began to ascended up the narrow stairs leading to there Common Room.

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**Harry eyes darted back up towards Hayley's scar still glistening in the moon light. Before Harry finally knew what he was doing, he felt his legs get some feeling back before he turned and bolted back up towards the castle.

"HARRY!" screamed Hermione running after him, leaving a completely forgotten Ron and Hayley in her wake, as she ran ahead towards her boyfriend**.

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Hayley lay sitting on the wet ground beneath her. She watched as she saw Hermione's retreating form run after Harry's, all though unless Hermione had running powers no one knew about, there was no way she was going to catch him at his rate of speed.

Hayley watch as both forms of running bodies vanished into the shadows of the night before them.

"What was that?" Hayley asked Ron, who was sitting beside her. She was to lost in the ramose of the moment that had just accrued, that she didn't even notice his hand was lying gently over her shoulder, somewhat keeping her warm.

"Ron?" asked Hayley turning to look at him. He seemed dazed, and in some form of inability to answer Hayley.

"Ron.." tried Hayley again moving her hand franticly in front of his face. After the fifth wave he finally started to gain his composer.

"Wha...What?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah -- yeah I'm fine."

"You sure?" asked Hayley, trying to gain her bodily functions and stand up. The water had somewhat stunned her muscles to react to any of her brains connections. It may have been warm while she was sinking beneath the waters depth, but out here, it was just plain freezing, as the November wind flew down upon them, freezing them to the spot.

"I'm fine," Ron assured her, while standing up beside her.

"What was that?" asked Hayley again, turning her head towards the place that Harry and Hermione last stood; before being engulfed into the shadows of the castle.

"I -- dunno," said Ron, in a eucharistic tone. Hayley stared at his depilated face. He seemed like he was keeping something from her. But Hayley as she was usually grown up with this attitude from her parents, simply just ignored it and put her mind else where.

Hayley shivered as she felt the piercing winds shoot through her cold and damp wool fabric.

"Merlin you must be freezing, -- here put this on," said Ron, bending over before her and retrieving the hand full of clothes Hayley had chucked off before diving into her vanquish mission.

Ron stood back up, and handed Hayley her cloak.

"Here let me," he said dropping all the other procession and holding the cloak out to her so she could come and greet its warm presence.

Hayley slowly walk over to him, and then turned and greeted Ron with the face cover of her soaking wet back. She shivered more as she felt Ron's hands brush over her wet shoulders. Despite the many layers of clothing Hayley was harboring she could still very well feel his touch, even through the thick fabric.

"There," said Ron after fasting the buckle of gold around the small form of Hayley's neck.

Hayley blushed at the sincere action from Ron. When she turned around to face him, she noticed that he was probably just as cold as she was minutes pervious. When Hayley spotted his cloak; it was still laying on the ground, cold and soggy wet.

"What about you?" asked Hayley gesturing towards his cloak.

"I'll be fine," said Ron, waving her off.

"No -- no -- here share mine with me," said Hayley, reaching up to the hem of the cloak to where the buckle lay. Right as she was about to unbuckle the gold strap, Ron put his hands over hers. She looked up to him with a confused look on her face.

"It's better if one of us gets the cold, and not the both of us," he said with another smirk on his face.

Hayley slowly brought her hands back down to her waist. If he wanted to freeze his arse off for an act he commented, that was fine by her.

"Shall we go then," asked Ron, eyeing the castle longingly. Hayley was more then with him, the Gryffindor common room fire was probably the most longing thing she wanted right now.

Hayley nodded her head, before bending over to pick up the left remains of her scatter clothes.

That's when it just accrued to Hayley that, while she was in her divisional phase, she had been too lost in the thought of the lake to actually acknowledge how much clothing she had been peeling off.

Hayley shuddering at the thought of Ron diving in to the lake to rescue her, and she being totally naked.

She tried to hide her grin as her and Ron began to walk up the sloppy damp slopes.

As they walk on, Hayley could visibly feel Ron shiver against the cold night air, and despite the warm thick fabric against Hayley's wet form, she was still freezing. Feeling incredibly ashamed at herself for letting Ron stay out in the cold this long without some kind of clothing, she finally reached up to the hem of her cloak and unbuckled her cloak.

Ron didn't seem to have noticed as she peeled the fabric off her body, and walk closer to him. Right as she laid the material over his shoulders, he looked up to her with a puzzled look.

"Hayley - I said no -"

"Just take it will you, might as well, were probably going to both be in bed tomorrow!"

"Are you sure?" his voice seemed like he didn't want the cloak, but his eyes were now longing it. Maybe a little more that, then the warm common room fire awaiting them.

"I'm sure," was all she said as they kept walking. Hayley kept her head down as they walk.

Hayley began to picture more and more of Ron diving into the lake, and pulling back out a naked ---

"Hayley?" said Ron, in an audible whisper.

Hayley looked up towards his eyes, but they weren't focused on her. He was looking at the castle doors with an amusing/shocked look on his pale face.

"Ron?" asked Hayley, trying to wipe away his gaze, but suddenly after she realized he must be looking at something unique, she felt her eyes following his towards the castle doors.

That's when she wanted to mentally slap herself and Ron. One her brain never seemed to work at moments like this, and two Harry and Hermione were sitting meters away from them, practically jumping down each other throat with there tongues lodge into each others mouths.

Ron grabbed Hayley's wrist and darting towards the other side of the castle. He seemed to have jumped into a jogging mode since now that he was running, Hayley trying to keep up with him.

Once they were safely out of ear-shot of the snogging couple, Hayley nearly burst into a fit of giggles and fell into a heap of water lying flat on the ground, Ron beside her.

"Are *laugh* they always *laugh* like that?" asked Hayley trying to sit up.

"If not that then staring at each other like goons," said Ron trying to sit up also.

"Bet you see a lot of that huh?"

"Not really, they usually never do it around me, so I don't mind, but -"

Ron stopped mid-sentence, and suddenly look foolish for almost starting what he was about to say, which clearly caught Hayley's attention.

"But what?" she asked without knowing how close she was scooting towards his body. Suddenly as her arm touched his, and she didn't seem cold anymore.

"Nothing."

"Tell me!"

"No - No its fine."

"What's not, who am I gonna tell?"

"Alright, alright fine, it's -- just weird, you know - they can snog nonstop, and look at each other all day, but they can't say I love you."

"Really?"

"Well that's what Harry told me last week, but who knows."

"Well I don't know about love so don't ask me anything in that gender," said Hayley through a stifled laugh.

When she turned back around to face Ron, he had a perplexed look on his face.

"What?" asked Hayley.

"You mean to tell me you don't know anything about love?"

"Yeah."

"C'mon your kidding me you must have a boyfriend back home?"

Hayley instantly went into another fit of giggles. She tried to contain herself, but Ron's words were sending her into oblivion format of laughter.

"What's so funny?" asked Ron after Hayley some what contained herself.

"Me a boyfriend!"

"You don't have a boyfriend?"

"Ron - can I be honesty with you?"

"Sure."

"I've never ever in my life even had one."

"YOUR KIDDING!"

"What's so surprising?"

"Your serious."

"Yes."

"Oh - okay," he said with a shocked look on his face. He turned his face away from Hayley's and stared ahead. An uncomfortable silence stretched out between them.

"Hey Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you jump into that lake?"

"I - thought you were drowning."

"Really - did I look like I was actually drowning?"

"Well when someone goes under water for more then twenty seconds people start assuming!"

"Well even if I wasn't - thanks anyway."

They sat in silence once more. Hayley feeling a little surprised at Ron words. Why did everyone assume she must have a boyfriend. Hermione had asked her, Harry well he already knew why she didn't, and now Ron? Maybe it was because she was sixteen, and maybe at Hogwarts most sixteen year olds are involved in a relationship.

'Wait a minute - most sixteen years old, Ron's sixteen, I wonder if he -'

"I bet the snogging fest is over - do you want to head back up?" asked Ron, who was already on his feet, staring down at her.

Hayley nodded her head, trying to get the last etherizing thought out. For some reason, she wanted to ask Ron, but then again she didn't want him to think she was throwing herself at him. She was just probably feeling some of those great sixteen year old hormones.

After Hayley got back up - she realized that she didn't have her clothes with her.

"Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"Where are our clothes?" asked Hayley while taking in the fact that Ron wasn't holding his damp cloak anymore.

"I don't - oh no!" His face immediately changed as the realization dawned on him. It must have been an incredibly hard realization because he looked immensely foolish right about now.

"What?"

"We - er - must have left them by Harry and Hermione."

Hayley doubled over with laughter again. Clutching her stomach for relief at how hard it was causing her to release breath from her lungs.

"Well c'mon lets go see then," said Ron.

Hayley stood back up, shaking slightly at how cold it had suddenly gotten. As they walked she was still letting out some giggles and stifled laughter here and there.

Right as they turned the corner, Hayley sighed in relief when Harry and Hermione were no longer sitting on the cold cement. She spotted her clothes inches away from the very spot Hermione had been sitting. It's a wonder that neither of them spotted Hayley nor Ron.

Once Ron had spotted his still dripping cloak near the cement platform, he went over and picked it up.

Hayley walked over to her belongings as well, as she bent over to retrieve her shoe. Right as she was about to stand back up, she felt something small and very cold hit the tip of her nose. Ignoring the tingling feeling at the tip of the soft skin, she walked over to the other spot where her other shoe lay.

As she bent over to pick up the bound leather, she felt the same small cold feeling hit her neck.

"Hayley...." said Ron beside her.

Hayley stood back up to face him. Before she could question his delusional form, Ron had pointed towards the sky.

"It's snowing!" said Hayley, looking over the thousands of snow flakes now starting to fall towards the depth of the earth.

"Hayley we really better get inside, before we could get really sick," said Ron.

He started to walk over to the remains of Hayley's clothes and pick them up.

"Thanks," said Hayley taking the clothes out of his hands and laying them in hers. Hayley never usually liked snow, maybe which was because she usually never had anyone to go out and play with it in. Despite her father and mother. Now with her at Hogwarts, she was sure that would be changed fast.

"Coming Hayley," asked Ron. Hayley didn't even notice him start walking ahead of her. She began making her way towards him, trying her best to ignoring the now cold shivers running down her back, where her still damp clothes lay; moisten the skin that lay there.

Hayley and Ron walked silently through the hall. Hayley feeling the warmth of the castle against her cheeks as her feet hit the ground. She now wanted nothing more then to slaughter her brain and her foolishness games.

She would bet anything she owned that by tomorrow morning she'd be starting her second day of classes off, with a cold.

They slowly walked up the stairs, ascending towards there beds. Hayley was too tired to start another conversation with Ron, and judging by the way he was pulling his cloak from behind him, he was just as exhausted.

"Frisbee Wiznets," said Ron, mumbling the new password to the Fat Lady.

She smiled down at them before opened her frame and allowing them access to the only thing they wanted to do and cuddle up on tonight; there separate warm beds.

"God these two never give in!" said Ron staring at the couch. Hayley walked over to him, but this time she wasn't stupid enough to follow his gaze, but curiosity getting the better of Hayley, she followed it moments later.

As she suspected it was true. There were Harry and Hermione. Fast asleep before the fire, cuddled up under each other arms and sitting on the warm couch; not either of them having to worry about shivering from goose bumps all over there bodies and robes so full of water, that it was making small puddles on the floor beneath him.

"Should we wake them?" asked Hayley turning back towards Ron.

"No, they'll wake up early probably, and go to there own beds."

"Well speaking of beds, I'm exhausted," said Hayley, slowly walking back over towards her dormitory door. Right as she was about to open it and begin walking up the cement steps, she turned back towards Ron; who was still standing in the same spot she had left him by.

"Thanks again Ron - you know for the lake," said Hayley, descending her head somewhat towards the floor so Ron couldn't see her face start to flush.

"No problem," said Ron.

"See you in the morning then," said Hayley.

"Yeah -- G'night Hayley."

Hayley flashed him one more smile before turning her back on him, and walking up the steps. Once she entered her dormitory, her bed was probably the most welcoming thing she had ever seen. She cursed softly when she realized she still had to change out of her damp robes.

Going over to her trunk, she pulled out a long sleeved-ankle length pink night grown.

Trying to keep her concentration on the buttons of her shirt, and off the picture of Ron's face, she slowly pulled off her soggy shirt that was now started to smell of lake water.

She shivered as the air hit her bare chest but she barely acknowledged it as she proceeded about her work.

After Hayley had pulled off her shirt, bra, knickers, and pulled the warm night shirt over her cold body she put her hair in a messy ponytail before pulling back the covers towards her bed.

Hayley slowly started to climb in under the covers and nearly sighed with contempt. Hayley suddenly loved the work the house elves will go to; too make the students beds warm. Not another thought crossed Hayley's mind, as she began to drift off into sleep; Ron's face still pictured under her closed eyelids before sleep finally took her as its victim.

It had only seemed like two minutes later since Hayley had finally crossed into the morality and blissful emotion of sleep, that she was being poked in the sides and shaken in a hard and demanding way.

She could hear a voice somewhere in the room, but the voice seemed so distant from her.

"Hayley...."

Shake.

"Hayley."

Shake.

"Hayley!"

Shake and huff.

"HAYLEY!"

Hayley immediately shot out of bed. She regretted it immensely when her gaze was anything but focused rather then filled with spinning objects and an extremely sore throat.

"Sorry 'bout that," said Hermione, hovering over her.

Once somewhat of Hayley's focus was becoming clear, she noticed the look in Hermione's eyes.

"Are you alright."

Hayley nodded her head. Even though she wasn't talking, she could tell if she even let to much breath escape her lungs it would scream bloody murder at how red the skin must be.

"Hayley how long did you and Ron stay out last night?"

"I dunno."

"Think!"

"Er - probably 'bout half hour before we headed in - why?"

"Merlin Hayley you could have ammonia - did you know it snowed last night!"

"Yeah - please don't yell?"

"You two didn't get pissed did you?"

"NO!"

"Then why is your head hurting -"

"I dunno, it just hurts, is all."

Hayley wasn't looking at Hermione, but could tell she was beside her, when she had felt the bottom part of her bed decline under her weight.

Hayley felt Hermione's hands come up to her face, and pull away her hands. Hayley rested her hands by her sides as Hermione put the palm of her hand flat against Hayley's forehead.

"Well it must have been more then half an hour Hayley," said Hermione pulling her hand away.

Hayley looked up to meet Hermione's now stern brown orbs. She was giving Hayley a stern look, and not looking pleased with her at the moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Hayley, you have about over a hundred degree fever!"

"How do you know?"

"Because you're burning up!"

"What time is it?"

"'Bout twenty minutes till breakfast."

"Is Ron sick as well?"

"I dunno - I'm going to go see Harry in a few minutes, I'll ask then, but you're not going anywhere," said Hermione making Hayley lay back against her pillows.

"Hermione I have classes!"

"Hayley you go to classes, they'll send you right back here, and then you'll get the third degree from Madam Pomfrey!"

"But it's only my second day I can't miss anything!"

"It's okay, I'll take good notes, and let you look them over, and I'll bring you your work if you want after classes, and if you're not better by tomorrow you can go and see Madame Pomfrey."

"Thanks Hermione."

"Anytime - oh and by the way I'll bring you some warm tea back from breakfast alright."

"Yeah thanks again."

"Rest up, this'll be the only day, you can miss this year."

Hayley watched as Hermione slowly closed the door behind her. After she left, Hayley laid back down on her pillows, sleep concurring her once more.

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Harry stepped out from the sixth year boys' dormitory looking clearly and evidently tired.

"Hey," purred a voice beside Harry. He turned and instantly smiled at the look of Hermione before him.

As Harry leaned in to coax her lips with his, he noticed his neck was oddly sore.

"Sore neck?" asked Hermione reading the look in his eyes and slightly pulling away from him.

"Yeah guess the couch isn't the most suitable place to sleep - don't get me wrong I loved spending it with you, but my neck is disagreeing at the moment."

"Yeah - thanks for that Harry, but I must say your chest was a very soft pillow."

"Thanks - hope you've had a better start at the morning then I have."

"Why what happened?"

"Er - just watching Ron retch into the trash can isn't the way I like to start my mornings off by."

"So Ron is sick also?"

"Very, he puked two times before I left, and when I felt his head he was burning up."

Hermione quickly glanced around the Common Room for any on-lookers in there area. But most of the students were one with themselves at the moment.

Hermione turned back towards Harry, before leaning in towards his ear and whispering:

"So is your sister."

"Hayley's sick as well?"

"She's burning up, I told her she needed to stay in bed and rest, and I'd bring her tea after breakfast, but Harry I think they stayed out there long after we headed in."

"Are you thinking the same thing I am?" asked Harry, a puzzled expression on his face.

"So please tell me I'm not the only one seeing Ron drool when he's around her?"

"Hardly Hermione, you should have seen Ron give Hayley her time table yesterday."

"Why what happened?"

"Well - Ron kept stuttering, and Hayley wouldn't stop blushing."

"Ha - Ha...love formations I see."

"Personally I wouldn't mind it, as long as she stays far away from Malfoy as possible."

"Yeah but Harry - Oi, Lavender where are you going?" asked Hermione focusing on the girls dormitory behind Harry, where no doubt Lavender stood, holding the handle and looking perplexed at her own room mate asking her where she was going.

"Upstairs," she said, gesturing her head towards the cement stairs before her.

"Why?"

"A letter came for Hayley and I was going to give it to her -- if you must know."

"She's sick and probably sleeping; we'll give it to her."

"She's sick, is she alright?"

"Just a case of the flu I think -- the letter please," said Hermione walking over towards her, and out stretching her hand.

Lavender pulled the letter out from within her pockets and handed it to Hermione in a smug way.

"Thanks," said Hermione turning away from her and heading back over towards Harry.

"Little bi parlor today are we Hermione."

"Just, this is only Hayley's second day of classes. I don't want her missing anymore work then she has to, and she needs all the rest she can get, but Ron -- well I guess there's nothing I can really do there."

"Who's the letter from anyway."

"HARRY!"

"What I'm only asking!"

Hermione did a sort of huff/pout, before she pulled the letter from within her robes and began scanning the top of the parchment.

"Hermione?" asked Harry seeing the look of nauseas and caution spread over Hermione's features.

"It's no one important," said Hermione stuffing the letter back within her robes.

"Must be someone important if Lavender is delivering mail for her now."

"Harry just drop it."

"Hermione c'mon who's it from."

"No one Harry."

"Hermione."

"Honestly - fine it's from her parents."

"Oh."

"Happy."

"That wasn't so hard now was it?"

"Well now you're mad aren't you.?"

"No me being mad would be having half a mind to go and march up to your dormitory, and tell that girl lying in the bed besides yours who she really is!"

"Harry," hissed Hermione. "Keep your voice down!"

Harry didn't answer her. He didn't mean to take his anger out on her, but then again, she was the one being stubborn seconds before and just not telling him who the letter was from straight up.

"I'm parched, let's just go and have some breakfast eh?"

"Look I'm sorry Mione."

"It's fine Harry, I completely understand, like I said to you last night, this isn't going to be easy."

"Maybe -- you're the best Hermione."

"Yeah so are you."

Harry lowered his head away from hers. He had a burning desire to suddenly speak something off his mind.

"I dub vu," mutter Harry under his breath.

"What did you say?" asked Hermione, looking at him with shocked eyes.

Harry kept his head down, his cheeks blushing crimson.

"Harry."

"Yes."

"What did you just say?"

"That I - I love you."

"OH HARRY!" screamed Hermione. Throwing her body at his, almost causing him to loose his balance footing and fall backwards.

"I love you to Harry!"

"Ha - ha didn't know you'd take it so well."

Hermione scowled a little, smacking him playfully on the forearm.

"C'mon love -- lets go down to breakfast now I'm famished."

Hermione didn't say anything by his words, just leaned up and her lips met his in a good morning kiss full of there new announced love. Harry kept her there for just a few blissful seconds before she pulled away.

Harry took her hand within his, and began to walk towards the portrait.

"You know - maybe I should talk to Ron about Hayley tonight.." said Harry.

"Harry your kidding me?"

"What I'd like to know, what's really going on."

"Harry, if you do that you'll embarrass him up until next Tuesday!"

"He'll probably still be barfing by next Tuesday anyway Mione."

"Your not funny Harry."

"Yeah well - wait HERMIONE!" said Harry grabbing her by shoulders, and giving her a lopsided smile. Causing her to freeze to the spot he was holding her in.

"What?"

"Right before I had left Ron asked me if he could burrow the Marauders Map."

"So?"

"Why would he need the Map when he is going to be lying in bed all day and wasn't going to get into any trouble for being out of classes?"

"Maybe he wasn't using it for that reason."

"Exactly, but then why would he want it -" realization dawned on Harry as he kept pondering the thought.

"Oh my, Harry your not serious?" asked Hermione giving him a reproachful look.

"Oh Hermione, it's so clear, he didn't want the map to avoid people he wanted it to check up on them, -- spy on them in a way."

"Harry that's totally barbaric."

"Then why else would Ron want the Marauders Map then to spy on Hayley?"

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I know not much is happening here. But hey not every chapter needs to have action. This chapter was mainly fluff! And a new relationship started with Hayley and Ron!

Thanks for reading thus far! Updates next Saturday or Sunday!

Sámi Potter