Love in all Forms

Chapter 4: The Love Square Forms

Author's Note: Ok, for everyone who might get confused, I am sure you have heard of a love TRIANGLE. That is with 3 people, but my story contains a love SQUARE, which is 4 people. Ok, so here I go.

Draco turned over in his sleep. With a startled gasp, he sat up in bed. Blaise was shaking him.

"Dude! Wake up!" Blaise said.

Draco rubbed his eyes and got dressed quickly. The boys ran downstairs just in time for breakfast. Draco looked for Morgan and saw her sitting next to Hermione, giggling. He tried to catch her eye. She finally looked over and waved a little. He waved and smirked.

Blaise poked him. "Who's the babe?" he asked.

Draco glared at him. "Back of, Zabini!" he warned. His eyes flashed in annoyance.

Blaise shrugged.

At the Gryffendor table, things were a little more civilized. Morgan and Hermione were in a deep conversation about blue-eared periwinkles, an animal they would be studying in care of magical creatures the next day.

"I don't know if I want to go tomarrow," Hermione said quietly.

Morgan shrugged. "Why not?"

"Because, they show what you are thinking and I don't know what I will be thinking about tomarrow!" she said nervously.

Morgan giggled. "It will be fine! I told you, it is very obvious Ron likes you as much as you like him."

"I'm not sure though," Hermione sighed.

While they were talking, Ron and Harry were near whispering.

Ron's eyes widened. "So, you like Morgan and I like Hermione? Wow. It would be pretty dang cool if both relationships worked out, wouldn't it?"

Harry nodded. "But I am worried, what if she likes someone else? The hug she gave me last night seemed no more then friendly. And she hugged both of us this morning…"

"You never know. You don't know her well enough that way to know how she shows her emotions. She could have the biggest crush on you and you would never know it!" Ron stated.

Harry pushed him and Ron had to grab the table to keep from falling.

"Play nicely children," Morgan scolded playfully.

Harry blushed.

The four friends headed back to the common room for the remaining time before their classes started.

"Ok, who has Transfiguration first?" Hermione said.

"We all do," Morgan replied.

Harry and Ron grinned. Hermione shook her head, sighing.

On their way to Transfiguration, Morgan took Ron aside. "You have a huge crush on Hermione, don't you?" she asked him quietly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he insisted, denying her claim.

Morgan shrugged and went back to talking to Hermione. She suddenly felt hands clamp over her eyes. "Ahh!" she screamed, not really scared.

"Guess who," a voice whispered in her ear.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy," Harry growled.

"Potter! You ruined it," he glared at Harry. He took his hands off Morgan's eyes.

She turned around. "Hey!" She gave him a hug. "Whats up, Draco?"

Harry got angry. "You know him? Malfoy? Do you know what you're dealing with?"

"What do you mean? Draco is very nice. He gave me the tour yesterday. What's wrong?" Morgan said innocently.

"He is the most despicable person in the entire school," Hermione said softly. She wasn't sure how to react to Morgan's friendship with the one who called her "mudblood."

"I resent that, Granger. Watch what you say," Malfoy said, suddenly not so friendly. "I will talk to you later, Morgan. Next time don't bring your…friends." He ran off.

Ron glanced at Hermione and saw she was rather upset. "Morgan, you shouldn't be hanging out with him. He really isn't nice. He calls Hermione a mudblood and his father is a death eater!"

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed and stormed off angrily.

"Now you've done it, Ronald," Hermione sighed.

"What is a death eater?!?" Morgan said incredulously.

Hermione groaned slight. "Now I guess we have to explain. About 16 years ago, there was an evil wizard named Voldemort. He was trying to collect followers. Harry's parents defied him, but somehow, he found their hiding place. Voldemort killed Harry's parents, and then tried to kill Harry. But for some reason, he couldn't kill Harry and he lost a lot of power and disappeared. Every year Harry has been in school, he has had to battle Voldemort. That is why he has that scar on his forehead. Death eaters are followers of Voldemort," Hermione said slowly.

"I never saw a scar," Morgan said. "His hair must have covered it. But why didn't you tell me in the first place?"

"Harry was afraid you wouldn't want to be his friend if you knew about it, or that you would only be his friend because of it," Ron confessed.

Morgan looked upset, "Of course I would want to be his friend. I have to go talk to him right now!" She ran off in the direction Harry had gone. He was sitting in the Transfiguration classroom with his quill scratching over a blank book. He slammed it closed as she came in.

"Harry, we need to talk," she said.

"About what," he said, still looking at the table.

"You know what about. First off, if I had known about your past, I would still be your friend and I would still act the same. I think it is very brave you fighting him. I couldn't do it. And also, I am your friend because of your personality, not your past. Remember that," she told him. Morgan sat down next to him and gave him a hug.

Hermione and Ron walked in, closely followed by the rest of the class. They sat next to Morgan and Harry. Draco and Blaise walked in and took seats on the opposite side of the room.

Harry groaned. "I was hoping we didn't have class with Slytherin."

Professor McGonagell walked in briskly. "Take your seats, students. Turn to page 115 in your books."

Morgan felt a tap and her shoulder and saw a "bird note" floating next to her. She opened it quietly.

Dear Morgan,

How would you like to go to the three broomsticks with me for dinner tonight. I have gotten permission from the headmaster. Please come.

Love,

Draco

Morgan smiled a little and began to write her reply.

Draco-

If I don't have very much homework, I will come.

-Morgan

She was about to bewitch it back, when she got another note.

Morgan-

How about dinner tonight in Hogsmeade?

-Blaise

"Wow," she thought. "I feel really popular right now." She sent off the note to Malfoy and wrote one back to Blaise explaining she had already accepted a dinner invitation, maybe another night. When Blaise received her note, she saw him start to glare at Malfoy and Malfoy just smirked at him.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr.Zabini, is there something you wish to share with the class," Professor McGonagell asked them.

"No m'am," Blaise answered quickly.