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Chapter Eleven – The Chase and the Get Together

Later on that evening found Harry and Draco in Harry's room sat on the overly large bed. They had been sat talking, just talking, for the lesser part of two hours. In those two hours they had learnt more things about each other than they had in six years. It just showed that you didn't really know someone, until you got to know him or her properly.

"How about a game of Firsts?" Draco smirked.

"I'm surprised you know that game, Draco. It's Muggle," Harry said. "But, yeah. I'll play."

"Excellent," Draco grinned. "Okay. First time you…rode a broom."

"The first flying lesson with Madam Hooch in first year," Harry replied automatically.

Draco's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? That was your first time?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. I didn't know anything about Magic until I got my acceptance letter to Hogwarts," he explained.

Draco shook his head. "I can't believe it."

"Believe it," Harry said. "First time you…made a friend."

Draco thought for a minute. "Probably Pansy," he said. "My parents and her parents have known each other for years and years, and when they both had children at the same time, they brought us together as playmates when we were little. They want me to marry Pansy, you know." He sighed. "A few years ago they betrothed the two of us, to be married when we were eighteen."

Harry looked worried. "So you're going to marry her then?"

Draco laughed. "No, no. Do you honestly think I'd marry Pansy when we can never see each other as anything other than friends? Besides," he smirked. "There is the tiny fact that I'm so obviously and completely gay."

Harry smiled. "But what about your parents? Do they know you're no marrying her?"

"Of course," Draco snorted. "I made it quite clear that I refuse to marry her. I said it was because we were just friends and so wecan't marry. I didn't tell them the real reason. I don't think they'd take it well if I told them I won't be producing an heir for them!" He chuckled.

"And is Pansy okay with it?" Harry asked.

"When I told her we won't be getting married she jumped for joy!" Draco exclaimed. "She never did like real relationships, you see. Not one to settle down, that girl."

"I see," Harry nodded. "Prefers to play the field a bit."

"Well, a bit is a huge understatement, but yeah." Draco laughed.

"Okay, your turn," Harry smirked.

"Hmmm. First time you…had sex!" Draco grinned.

Harry blushed, and then looked away.

Draco's mouth dropped open. "Are you serious?" he asked. "You're a virgin?"

Harry, his cheeks flaming red, nodded.

Draco shook his head. "I can't believe it!" he exclaimed. "How can you be a virgin? Everyone wants some of the Boy-Who-lived. You've got people throwing themselves at you!"

"I just wanted to wait for the right person," Harry said. He looked straight into Draco's eyes.

"A bit of a romantic, are we?" he asked, moving closer to Harry.

Harry smiled. "Yeah, I guess so."

Draco leaned in towards Harry. "I can live with that," he murmured, then closed the gap between them.

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A few days after her encounter with Snape, Hermione was sat in the common room, infront of the fire, once again reading Dyvill's diary, as she had being doing every minute of her spare time. She had read it and read it many times, but she still couldn't find a way to be able to save Harry and Malfoy.

She was so absorbed in her reading that she didn't notice when someone sat down beside her.

"Hermione?" Ron asked timidly.

Hermione looked up from the book and glared at the red head. "What?" she snapped.

But at seeing Ron's red, sore eyes and dishevelled appearance, Hermione's eyes softened. She closed the book and placed it on the arm of the chair and looked once more at Ron

"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

"Not, that you'd care or anything," he started. "But Lavender and I broke up."

"What do you mean not that I'd care? Of course I care!"

Ron shook his head. "You're too busy reading that book these days to notice anything," he told her. "You didn't notice when Neville finally did something right in Potions and the whole class clapped, you didn't notice when Colin Creevey showed everyone the picture he'd took of Snape in his underwear," Here, Ron gave a shudder. "Hell, Hermione you didn't even notice when Blaise Zabini and Seamus kissed in the Great Hall yesterday announcing that they were together!"

Hermione was shocked. "Blaise and Seamus are together!"

Ron threw his hands in the air. "See? That's exactly what I mean! You must be the only person who didn't see that!"

Hermione looked guilty. "I'm sorry, Ron," she sighed. "I'm just trying to find a way to help Harry and Malfoy. There must be a way!"

Ron put his arm around her shoulders. "Of course there will be, Hermione. But you should have some rest once in a while. You're not yourself anymore. I never thought I'd say this but you're studying more than you usually do."

Hermione gave a weak laugh. "I'm sorry about you and Lavender," she said, giving him a hug. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Ron shook his head. "Not really," he sighed. "I guess it was for the best. Things weren't really working out at all, and we were arguing 24/7. Not the way I want a relationship to be."

Hermione wiped the tears from Ron's eyes with her finger. She gave him another hug. "Just remember, Ron, that I'm always here for you. I promise."

Ron smiled. "Thanks Hermione," he released himself from her grasp. "But there's something I want to, no, something I need to tell you."

Hermione looked puzzled. "What is it?"

Ron blushed and looked away from her and rubbed the back of his neck. "Hermione…I… this isn't easy for me to say but…"

"But what, Ron?" she held one of her hands in his free one. She squeezed it gently.

"Hermione…I…" Ron looked straight into her brown eyes. "Hermione, I love you."

"Ron…I…" she drifted off. She was speechless.

Ron gave a weak smile. "I've always loved you, Hermione," he said. "Probably since the day we met, but I just didn't know it then. I've tried to forget about you, I've tried to suppress my feelings because I knew you wouldn't feel the same way about me. I even went out with Lavender to see if my feelings vanished." He bowed his head. "They didn't. I can't fight it, Hermione. Everything you do, everything you say makes me fall more in love with you. I…I can't help it." He took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, Hermione."

He let go of her hand and moved to stand up, but Hermione gripped onto his wrist and pulled him back down. She took both his hands in hers and looked deep into his eyes. "I don't know what gave you the idea that I didn't love you Ron," she said, with tears in her eyes. "Because I do. I have done for a while now, but when you started going out with Lavender I presumed you didn't feel the same about me."

Ron leaned forward. "But I do," he whispered.

"I know," she replied. "I know that now."

They both leaned forward further and pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss. It didn't last long, but it poured out all the emotions both teenagers were feeling. When they pulled apart, they smiled and gazed into each other's eyes.

Ron swallowed nervously. "Hermione, will you go out with me?"

Hermione smiled even more. "I'd have thought the answer to that would have being obvious," she said.

"So that's a yes, then?" Ron asked, hopefully.

Hermione shook her head. "Oh, Ron," she said affectionately, and pulled him into another kiss.

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A few hours later found Harry and Draco stood in the entrance to the castle, waiting for Hetti to arrive.

"So what are we going to tell everyone then?" Harry asked.

"The truth, of course," Draco replied.

"What, that we managed to get stuck in Ancient Egypt, in the bodies of royalty no less, befriended a girl who's father is a wizard who made us a potion to send us back to the future, and the two of us somehow got together along the way?"

Draco smirked. "Something like that, yes."

Harry shook his head. "They'll have a hard time believing that."

"Harry," Draco said. "We're wizards. For us, anything's possible."

"That may be true," Harry replied. "But I still think they'll have a hard tome believing you and I are together."

"That, Harry," Draco said. "Is something I am inclined to agree with you on."

It wasn't a moment after he had said that, when Hetti turned the corner. She waved at them enthusiastically. She walked up to them with a bounce in her step.

"Well, boys," she said. "I think it's about time you should be heading home."

"I, for one," Draco said. "Couldn't agree with you more."

The three of them grinned and set off towards the village. Suddenly, there was a noise behind them. When they turned around, they saw a bunch of guards running after them, weapons held infront of them.

Harry and Draco exchanged a panicked glance. "Uh oh," they said together.

"What do you mean 'uh oh'?" Hetti asked. The boys didn't reply, then just turned back around and ran, Harry pulling Hetti along with him.

"Would you please care to tell me what's going on?" Hetti shrieked.

"Well," Draco gasped for a breath. "We sort of went into the Queen's private room."

"You did what?" Hetti yelped. "Are you completely mad?"

"Of course not!" Draco snapped. "Did you think we wanted to get chased by a gang of Palace guards?"

Hetti shook her head. "Well, no, but you should have-"

"Known?" Harry said. "We should have known? How could we? No one bothered to tell us that we weren't allowed in there, did they?"

Hetti looked apologetic. "Okay, I'm sorry! I should have told you. I guess I just forgot!"

Draco shook his head. "No time for apologies!" he shouted. "We have to get to your father's house and drink the potion before the guards catch up with us!"

Hetti, who was now no longer held on to by Harry, ran out in front of the boys to lead the way. "Not far now!" she called back to them.

Draco turned towards Harry. "How can she be fitter than us?" he asked with disbelief.

"I have got no idea," Harry replied.

A couple of minutes later, they saw the familiar house of Shenth's in the distance. "About another two minutes!" Hetti shouted.

"Thank Merlin," Draco panted. "Any longer and I think I might die!"

Harry silently agreed. This was much more of a work out that what they did for Quiddich. They turned a corner and went up the path leading to Shenth's house.

"Finally," Harry said, as they stopped at the front door. Hetti knocked persistently. "Hurry up, father," she muttered.

A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Shenth looking dazed. "What's with the rush?" he asked when all three teens ran past him into the house. They went straight into the Potions room and peered into the cauldron.

"Is it done?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Shenth replied. "About five minutes ago."

"Hurry up, then," Draco urged impatiently.

"Yes, yes," Shenth said. "I just need to bottle it, and-"

"No time!" Draco exclaimed. "Have you got a cup or something?"

"Why, yes, of course, I'll just go and fetch it." Shenth walked over to one of the shelves and took out two silver goblets. He gave one each to Harry and Draco. They quickly dipped them into the potion, and pulled them back out.

"Do we drink the whole potion?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Yes, that would probably be best," Shenth replied.

The boys brought the goblets to their lips and were about to drink when…the guards came crashing through the door. Out of shock, both boys dropped their goblets, spilling potion onto the floor.

One of the guards, who looked like the leader, pointed to Harry and Draco. "You two," he said in a deep, demanding voice. "You're coming with us."

Both boys swallowed. Two guards that were stood behind the one who had spoken steppe forward and grabbed Harry and Draco, holding their hands behind their backs. They kneed them at the bottom of their backs, urging them to walk forward.

"You can't do this!" Hetti exclaimed. "Leave them alone!"

"I'm sorry, but it's by the Queen's orders that I have to bring throw these two in prison."

Harry and Draco looked at each other, fear evident on their faces. Prison?

"On what charge?" Hetti demanded angrily.

"Invasion of the Queen's privacy, whereby being in her private chamber, and the locking of two guards in a small room who were not found until four hours after." The guard replied.

Hetti bit her lip. She didn't know what else she could do to help the boys. No one would believe her if she told them who the Prince and Princess really were, so that option was out.

She was about to say something, when her father cut her off. "Very well, guards," Shenth said. "Take them."

The guard bowed his head and motioned for them all to leave. The guards holding the struggling boys were the last ones out.

When they were gone, Hetti turned on her father.

"Why did you let the guards take them?" she hissed.

"There was nothing we could do," Shenth replied calmly. "Besides, I believe they will find their own way out."

Hetti looked puzzled. "You mean they'll escape?"

Shenth smiled, but did not reply.

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