Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books, characters, settings, ideas, etc. I simply own the plot of my story, Sylvie Morgans, her mother, and her friend, Jane.

I would like to thank all my reviewers, it really means a lot to me, so thank you all. Sorry this chapter took so long, I truly do have the entire story planned out in my head, but it is hard for me to write it out in the steps necessary for it to be understandable to my readers. Thank you all, hope you enjoy chapter five! M.C.F.

The sun peeked through the curtains, and brings her gently, from a deep, peaceful sleep. She slowly rose up, enjoying the feel of the sheets on her legs, the sun on her skin, the warmth of the air. Then she remembers. She stops moving. The air is gone. She knows it one more time, she feels it, and she's there. The experience is the same, yet new, horrible, devastating. She tries to scream out, but she no longer has a voice; just like in dreams. She can no longer hear the sounds of the girls she sees wakening around her. She knows not if the pain is inside her or out. A shadow delineates the sun and slowly begins filling it in.

The tap of Hermione brought her back. 'Are you okay?' Hermione's face asked.

"Oh, fine, I'm fine, just… daydreaming…"

"About? You seemed awfully rigid…"

"Oh, right, sorry if I worried you, I was trying to remember if there was Potions homework…" Sylvie lied.

"Uh, yeah, the paper… three scrolls-"

"Besides that?"

"No, nothing besides that."

"It seems I must have gotten alarmed over nothing then," Sylvie said as she stood up and began arranging her robes. Hermione wasn't completely satisfied with Sylvie's answer, but as Hermione needed to get ready for the school day, and Sylvie appeared to need to do the same, Hermione filed it somewhere in the back of her mind and decided she would work on it later. Hermione decided to go to breakfast as soon as possible so she could wait for Harry and Ron and not look obvious, as she would do so by waiting in the common room. She quickly dressed, brushed her hair and teeth, took one last look in the mirror hanging on the inside of the door, and left.

Sylvie realized Hermione was rushing, and wanted to know why. She was far too tired to hurry after her though, it felt like she was several hours short of sleep; despite the fact that she had gotten more than she did on her first night at Hogwarts. After she had pulled on her uniform and robes, she reached under her four-poster bed and pulled out her shoes. She slipped them on with a yawn and quickly walked over to the door, shrugged at her reflection, and headed down the stairs.

"Oh! Oh, gosh! Gosh, I'm sorry!" Sylvie exclaimed as she ran into Harry as he waited at the bottom of the girls' stairs.

"Fine, it's fine, my fault anyway… are you okay?" Harry asked nervously.

"Oh, oh, yeah, I'm good… I mean I'm fine. If you're looking for Hermione, she already headed down to breakfast. At least… I think that's where she went…" Sylvie said as she tried to remember if Hermione had said she was going down to breakfast before leaving. "My fault anyway, I wasn't paying attention, sorry."

"Actually, er, I was wondering-er, if you and I could, er, have a talk," Harry stated, even more nervously than before.

"Uh, okay, I guess, but, um, should we eat first-"

"Oh, well, this won't take long, but, could you, er, follow me?" He walked away without waiting for a response and was out of the portrait hole before Sylvie would've even been able to think of one. She followed him for what seemed like half an hour, and he stopped in front of a blank wall next to the semi-familiar portrait of the curious man that appeared to be teaching the gray creatures ballet. Sylvie didn't know what to say, but she knew that she had to tell Harry that she didn't like him like that, that her heart belonged to someone else… A cherry-wood door appeared on the wall and Harry opened it, gesturing Sylvie to join him inside. She followed, frightened.

The door opened to a plain room. There was no bed, no candles, and no sense of romance. There were no windows or paintings, only two wooden chairs in the center. Sylvie quickly calmed, this wasn't the same room after all. Harry took one chair and Sylvie walked to the center of the room and sat in the other, which was facing him.

"Uh, um, you're probably wondering why I brought you here… well, er, I was, um, well, I was, er, I was taking a walk, just a walk around the castle, um and I um, I saw you. You were, um, you were with… er, Malfoy…"

"You followed me?" Sylvie was beginning to get scared again. What had he seen? Had Draco set her up?

"Well, I wasn't, well, not at first, but, well, er, I've, um, known him, and when I saw you two, well, I... got kind of, er, concerned. I know that sounds stupid, but um-" Harry hoped he sounded convincing, after all, he hadn't exactly followed them, he had been looking at the Marauder's Map, and had seen them walking to the Room of Requirement. He remembered the strange sensation he felt as he watched the two names merge together and become one.

"Have you told anyone this?" Sylvie asked as she felt her face turn scarlet, and her palms turn cold and begin sweating.

"Er, no… I just wanted, to, um, make sure that, you, um… Malfoy, um, he's kind of the person who um…." Harry couldn't look at her anymore, so he instead stared down at his shoes. How could a girl like her like Draco? "He, um, tends to, brag about things, um…"

"So the whole school is going to think I'm a whore? Is that what you're trying to tell me? Because I don't think that he's going to. If anything I think you're going to, and try to make it look like it was him who spread the rumors… just because you don't like him doesn't mean-"

"No! No, I just, never mind, you don't want to hear it, I can tell." Harry looked into her eyes and watched them soften. It was as if layers of ice were melting, and it made Harry feel as if he was melting too.

"You know… I'm not like this. I don't just sleep with everybody. I mean, I'm really not. Um, so, yeah, I'm sorry, but please don't tell people because I'm not like that and that seriously was the only time, and it's only him… and…"

"You don't need to explain, it's fine, I, really, it's just…" Harry didn't want to tell her, but what if he waited? It might be too late.

"What?" Sylvie sounded worried again.

"It's just, er, are you, uh…? Are you… er…"

"You think I'm pregnant?" Sylvie was confident that she wasn't, but then again, what if Draco hadn't done the spell right, and why would he know the spell right off hand? He had obviously performed it before. Or maybe that was just a fake. Perhaps he wanted to get her pregnant. Sylvie was once again filled with questions, and she hoped upon hope that they could be answered.