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"Tut, Tut – fame clearly isn't everything." – Severus Snape

A/N: Hi! Hola! Bonjour! Salve! And welcome to my seventh chapter!

Chapter 7: Terrifying News

Ah – the sun pouring down on my back. The soft sand of the beach warming my bare chest. So there I am, lying on the beach, on my stomach, reading all about the Chudley Canons' Championship. A green umbrella shaded my eyes from the harmful, yet beautiful, sun.

I soon felt soft hands prodding my back, and suntan oil being poured softly on my skin. I looked up from my newspaper and noticed I was the only guy on the beach. A whole ton of hot and beautiful girls, atleast 50 of them, walked towards me with their hips moving from side to side, in tiny bikinis, and their hair laying down on their shoulders.

They reached me and made a circle around me. A part of the circle of all these girls opened, and one sexy, beautiful, sweet girl walked towards me, in the center. Her body was covered scarcely with a tiny blue bikini, the strings tied behind her neck, and by her sides, revealing some cleavage. Her soft brown hair lay nicely on her shoulders, and her dark blue eyes bored into mine.

I started breathing harder as she neared closer and closer to me. She kneeled down, and leaning over she pulled me up into a pretzel sitting style, sat in my lap and wrapped my arms around her tiny waist.

"Amber…" I stuttered, as she raked her nails slightly on my chest. I nipped at sensitive flesh on her neck, making her moan with desire. She turned around and brought her face closer. And closer. And closer.

Our lips met and I begged for entrance into her mouth, which she granted eagerly. Her hands wandered all over my chest, while moaning into my mouth. I placed my hand on her back, and slowly brought it up. She lay me down, and crawling up my body, pushed her mouth onto mine once again, pushing her tongue into mine roughly with more passion than ever. My hands fiddled with her bikini string. I pulled on the strings to bring her top off and –

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Harry yelled thrashing in his bed, waking Ron from his pleasant dream. Ron, having his experiences before with Harry's thrashing in bed, threw off his covers and dashed over to his best mate's bed, to shake him awake, still a little red from his passionate dream.

Harry's thrashing woke up the other boys in the dorm and they rushed over to help hold down Harry's kicking and thrashing.

"Neville, get Hermione and Ginny. Tell them to come up here." Ron commanded, still attempting to shake Harry from his horrible dream.

"Dean, get McGonnagall. Bring her here as fast as you can."

Both boys nodded briskly, understanding the situation somewhat, and went off to do what Ron told them to do.

Suddenly Harry's eyelids flung open, clearly startling both Ron and Seamus.

All was silent for a few minutes, maybe about two or three, with the exception of the creaking walls, and the rain patting harshly on the delicate window.

Suddenly everything came to life. "Harry, what happened?" Seamus asked Harry in a jumpy manner.

Harry was about to answer something, probably a lie such as "It was a bad dream." But he screamed out, possibly waking every dead spirit in the castle, and clutched his glowing red scar.

Now on his knees, he leaned down hiding his face from everyone. Harry couldn't believe the pain he was going through. It was more than anything he could imagine. He clutched his throbbing head, hearing nothing of what was going on.

McGonnagal had just entered, along with Neville, Dean, and the two girls, Hermione and Ginny.

Harry glanced up painfully toward McGonnagal, he needed someone in the order. He whispered, "Narcissca Malfoy…dead…he's…angry." And then the world went black.

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"My, it's been a while since I've seen Harry Potter in the hospital wing." Came the blurry voice of a middle-aged woman.

"Well let's hope that's a good sign then Madame Pompfrey." A soft voice sounded, sounding oddly familiar.

"Yes, let's just be glad he's going to be alright." An unsure soothing voice spoke.

"He'll be fine." A confident male voice echoed through the room.

Harry slowly opened his eyes to a squint. He could now see blurry figures in front of him.

"Ron's right." Hermione responded, "Harry's strong, he'll get through this one just like the rest."

Harry tried moving his right arm to reach the small table next to him for his glasses, but as soon as he lifted it just a little, pain surged throughout his arm, causing him to let out a painful groan.

"Harry!" all four voices, exclaimed.

"Harry! Are you feeling all right? Do you need some help? Do you want anything? Breakfast?" a concerned Hermione shot questions out.

"Harry, mate, finally you're up! You've been unconcience for about," he checked his watch, "seven hours!" Ron explained.

"I'll go get you some breakfast, Harry." Ginny excused herself from the light conversation going on, and exited the room on her mission.

She walked down the hall and turned the corner, not really paying attention to where she was going, but instead wondering what Harry's odd dream could've made his scar hurt, atleast she supposed it was his scar that made him unconcience in the first place.

"Ow!" she snapped, just as someone cursed, "Crap", as she bumped into someone, which soon ended up with herself landing on the floor, on her butt.

She allowed herself to look up, and found herself looking straight at Malfoy, his light blond hair wind-swept, his face sweaty, as if he had just been running, and his pale cheeks tinged with red.

In his hands were strawberry tart and toast. 'Probably for himself' she thought to herself. 'Oh well, too bad for him.'

She leaned forward, and gave a seductive smile to Draco. His eyes widened in alarm, confused on what was going on, and shocked that Ginny Weasley would come onto him.

She leaned in, closer and closer, until they were mere inches apart, and then as quick as lightning, she grabbed his "breakfast" and tore down the halls back towards the hospital wing.

First confused on what happened, and then annoyed, he started making his way to his destination, his stomach grumbling for food.

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Ginny reached the hospital wing quickly, each breath coming out short. She held out her right hand, holding the toast, and her left hand, the strawberry tart – although it had been broken up a bit in her hand.

Harry took the breakfast, thanked Ginny, and started to stuff his mouth hungrily.

Hermione looked annoyed. "Do all boys need to eat in this disgusting way? Can he NOT chew normally?"

Ginny giggled at this, while Ron attempted to protest with his feeble comebacks.

The door opened and Draco Malfoy entered with a scowling face. As soon as he entered Ginny suddenly burst into peals of laughter, glad that she got the best of Malfoy.

Ron looked puzzled for a second, obviously wondering why a Malfoy would be visiting a Potter, when his hating instincts took over him. "What do you want, Malfoy." He spat out with distaste.

"Same thing as you do." Draco countered, taking a seat in Ginny's empty chair.

Ron's mind flashed back to his dream for a second, startling him, and he wondered if Malfoy did that on purpose. "If he did," Ron thought, "that would be bloody scary."

"Hey! Malfoy get out of my chair!" Ginny exclaimed stomping over to her now occupied chair.

Once again the door opened to reveal Amber rushing in with her one-shoulder backpack almost falling to the ground.

"Hey – heard something – going – on with – Harry." She panted taking deep breaths between her words, "Some – thing – wrong?" She took in the scene of Harry in the hospital bed with a distant look, and Hermione with a worried expression on her face and her hands on her hips. Ron's face beet red from embarrassment because of his dream, although Amber didn't know that, while Ginny was attempting to push Draco off the chair, although he was much stronger than her, and Draco smirking at the pathetic attempts of the smallest Weasley.

Just as they were all yelling, talking, and explaining things to eachother, the door opened and Dumbledore walked in. Everything went quiet. His face was grave.

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A/N: YAY! The 7th chapter's finally up – I've been working on it little by little for the past EVER! Lol – don't blame me, blame school o/ but I'll get it together – it's just the time management thing you know? First I've gotta learn how to manage my time between EVERYTHING I do and voila – I've got spare time to update my story!

SOOOOO – review! o) well now that that's out of the way I'm so excited about the next chapter that I want to go write it right now – so I'm gonna start now, but I dunno when it'll be up. But I'm gonna do my ABSOLUTE BEST to get up the next chapter by Friday – a.k.a. in about 1½ days. SOMETHING BIG IS GONNA HAPPEN!

I love you all – in my own happy way! ;o) review!