Chapter 3

"Ri maybe you should have stayed at Hogwarts for the hols."

"Too late now. Besides maybe they'll leave me alone for the rest of the holiday."

"We need to find better healing charms even better would be a way to safely store healing potions. You're still coughing up blood. Why did they beat you this time?"

"Our beloved Potions professor wrote to them. He told them about the common room bubble bath incident."

"Incident, as if it was a meticulously planned effort on the part of your friends. Besides No one was hurt and if anything it introduced Crabbe to soap."

"Rus I think our lives would have been easier if that damn hat would have placed me in Slytherin. At least then I could keep an eye on both you and my brother."

"My biggest problems are Potter and Malfoy. At least Malfoy graduates this year."

"I'm sorr.."

"Don't you dare apologize again. You may actively participate in my torture but whenever I look in your eyes I know your hearts not in it."

"Are you going to get mushy again? I knew we shouldn't of made that soul mate potion. We're only thirteen years old!"

"But my heart our love was fated in the stars. We have only gained knowledge of what the fates had in store of us."

"Rus, I'm the one with the concussion but are you okay?"

"Yes. I was trying to make you laugh. I obviously failed."

"You need help. Even more than I need Madam Pomphrey."

"Are you really upset that we are soul mates?"

"Not really. I love Remus he's good friend. And when James isn't being a prat he's a good guy. But you're the only person in the world who really knows me. I don't have to pretend to be the cool class clown or attempt to be the perfect son. I already love you more than any member of my family."

"You know that is almost deep. Especially coming from a fourteen year old."

"A youngling like you has no room to talk. You're only thirteen yourself!"

"Youngling? Is that even a real word?"

"Prat tell me when you birthday is!"

"Already yelling at me? Moments ago you were professing your love."

"I know you dad believes in some kind of dark binding magic related to birthdays but I'm your best mate. Not only that I'm your soul mate. Tell me!"

"Sorry I love you too and our lives maybe forever entwined but revealing my date of birth would give you too much ammunition."

"I won't tell James. Not even Remus. I wouldn't purposely hurt you."

"I know that but the teasing would never end & the gifts it would inspire would be horrid."

"I already know it's sometime between Jan and July."

"Well that really narrows it down."

"It must be near a holiday. Its date has to have some significance if it will inspire horrid gifts."

"I've spoken too much. I must leave."

"Come back here. I can get out of this bed! Come back you are suppose to help me with my potions essay!"