Chapter 8

Melody strolled back to the common room only to be greeted by Seamus who was reading a book by the fire. His dark clumsy hair and his strong Irish accent made Melody gawp at him. He looked up, and Melody quickly turned away, she turned a light shade of pink.

"Oh, hi," he exclaimed smiling awkwardly at Melody who just waved back. She pulled a piece of hair behind her ear and muttered a soft hello.

"Shame about tryouts," she said standing on one leg. Seamus nodded his head and went on reading his book, which Melody could make out was titled, 'how to get a witch in a week'. Melody tried to stifle a giggle, but she couldn't help herself, a look of disgust spread across Seamus' face.

"What's so funny!" Seamus was outraged and couldn't understand why Melody was now laughing very loudly at him.

"It's… It's… just your book…" she said through laughter. Seamus held it behind his back and looked away shyly, "Look Seamus, I didn't mean to embarrass you," Melody said smiling, "I think it's great you are looking for love," Melody pulled a ridiculous face and sat down next to him.

"So girls really go for that sort of thing then?" he asked Melody who was to entranced by his sparkling green eyes.

"Yeah," Melody sat closer to Seamus who looked nervously around the common room, they were alone.

"Do you go for that sort of thing?" Seamus' palms started to sweat profoundly.

"Yes," Melody leaned in close to Seamus who closed his eyes.

"It hasn't got to this part in the book yet," Seamus joked. Melody's brown curls tumbled down framing her heart- shaped face and her rosy cheeks. And they kissed. Melody's heart skipped a beat and the only thing watching them was the moon, engulfing the romance from the room and flooding it with light.

"Harry!" Melody said running up to him the next morning in the Great Hall. Harry who talking to Ron turned round to face Melody, she was wearing an extremely large grin on her face.

"What's the matter with you?" Harry said shaking his head he never got girls.

"Ah, many things are perfect in my life… It's a Saturday; the new quidditch tryouts are tomorrow, and the best thing of all… I kissed a boy last night!" Melody whispered the last bit so not may people would hear her. Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"WHO?" Ron said excitedly. Melody leaned over the table, she couldn't imagine what the Slitherins would say if they found out.

"Well, don't freak, but it's… um… Seamus," Melody crunched down on a slice of toast, Harry and Ron just stared at each other.

"That's great," Harry said smiling.

"Carmella!" Draco boomed looking up and down the corridors of the dungeons. Carmella hid in a dark corner hoping he wouldn't notice her, "Carmella, I know you're here I saw you run here." Carmella didn't want to spot him, every time she did look at him she thought of the prophesy and one of them dying. She hated Melody but she didn't want her to die. She stepped out of the darkness and twiddled with her hair.

"Yes," she whispered coldly. Draco grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her up against the wall. Carmella let out a whimper but was silenced by the sight of Draco's wand pressed up against her face.

"Now," he said, "You know something, don't you," Carmella was silent and began to think of ways to escape. Draco was acting very strangely, one minute he was off talking to Pansy and the next minute he was flirting with her. Carmella rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.

"Yeah, doesn't mean I should tell you," she tried to move forward but Draco pushed her back, "fine then, I shall tell you something about well…"

"What?" he said stepping closer to Carmella who was beginning to get nervous.

"Well… there is this prophecy…"

"So,"

"So, it has your name signed at the end of it and it is in your hand writing," Draco frowned and let go of Carmella's wrists which he was holding tightly.

"What… I didn't… I swear… I wouldn't be able to…"Draco backed away. Carmella rubbed her wrists and walked towards him.

"I know… I know you didn't, I trust you… but you've been acting strangely recently,"

"How?"

"Like you haven't been able to remember anything which happened in the last eight days, the prophecy, you've been talking to Pansy… and you promised her… well… you promised… never to speak to me again."

"What… I didn't talk to Pansy… I didn't promise her anything," Draco sounded genuine and Carmella believed him.

"Isn't it strange how Pansy is involved in this somehow…" Carmella thought hard, "On the first week of school, I encountered Pansy in the common room…"

"What happened?" Draco sounded concerned.

"Well she told me never to speak to you again, that I was getting in the way of you two being together, and that you two were still going out,"

"That bitch! What did she do to you?"

"Well we had an argument and then we started fighting,"

"If she ever does this again I'll… I'll…"

"She already did," Carmella interrupted.

"When?" Draco started to turn a deep shade of puce.

"Yesterday at the quidditch tryouts, you held me and she hit me, but I managed to escape and well. I kicked the crap out of her." Carmella found it strange that Draco couldn't remember anything and tried not to laugh at the way she had described the incident. Draco looked shocked and ashamed that he would do such a thing.

"I'm…I'm Carmella-"

"It's ok, you didn't know," Carmella said sympathetically, fiddling with a piece of hair, which hung about her face.

I think she has something to do with me not being able to remember anything," Draco said scratching his head.

"Come in,"

"Professor Dumbledor,"

"Oh, Professor Snape come in, I was expecting you," Dumbledor gestured towards an empty seat. Snape sat down and cleared his throat.

"I have done some tests on the prophecy and I have found that Mr. Malfoy has nothing to do it,"

"Well who does," Dumbledor peered at the greasy- haired man who began getting nervous.

"Well, the rest of the faculty have discovered that it is a real prophecy and was made by 'you-know-who', or at least one of his… his helpers," Snape whispered the last word and bared not to think of the evil man he once worked for, he was too one of those helpers. Dumbledor showed no emotion but instead thanked Snape and showed him the way out.

"This is such big news!" Hermione screamed at the top of her voice in the girl's dormitories. All the other girls gathered round and listened intently to Melody as she told them about Seamus and their kiss.

"Well and then we kissed," the girls squealed loudly and started asking questions.

"So, was it romantic?"

"She looked so beautiful," Seamus said coolly, recalling the night in his own mind, he wished he could re-live it over and over again.

"Details!" Ron shouted tugging on Seamus' pyjamas.

"Ewww… That's my cousin I don't wanna hear that," Harry said covering his ears.

"It's just a kiss," Neville remarked.

"We didn't say ewww, when you and Cho kissed, and you told us everything!" Seamus said turning back to the others, and telling them about Melody. Harry frowned and rolled his eyes.

It carried on like this for most of the night until all the girls had gotten so tired and fell asleep on Melody's bed. Harry who moaned again cut the guys' discussion short.