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We'd like to dedicated this story mainly to our wacky lunch table (2005-2006 school year; James, Zak, Devon, Kevin, and Courtney). You guys are the coolest uncool people we know. Haha. Much Love. And there are a few other people: Corinne, Rachel (my cousin), and more…
Lies From Me to You
Chapter Seven
Written : February 17,2006 - February 20,2006
Posted:July 31,2006
Note: This chapter was basically written by me, Kristina, cause I just couldn't resist the temptation to write, and I got a little carried away. Haha, sorry Emiline. Anyway, she added a few things of her own, but it was mostly me.
Read and review? Please…?
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A few weeks after the Hogsmeade episode, the gang settles in almost-relaxed places, a bicker or two every once in a while, and maybe the occasional food-fight too. Halloween was looming ever closer, and along with that, Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts, which, as of that particular moment, happened to be the most talked about activity, well almost.
"Have you guys tried this chicken yet? It's so good," Ron said, through a few bites of the meat.
Saige and Hermione raise quizzical eyebrows at him, and shared a 'wow, is he really that much of a prat?' look.
"Ron, why are you such a nutter?" Ginny said, plopping down alongside Hermione.
"Have you tried this chicken yet? Mm," He took another bite.
Ginny looked at him, and glanced over at her friends.
"You see? That is what I live with," Ginny said to her with a grin.
Her friend smiles, shooting Ron a flirtatious grin.
Ron ignored Ginny's comment and friend's smile, clearly engrossed with his chicken.
"This is Kaliie," Ginny said. "she's gonna try out for the team today."
Kaliie was pretty. Her long, dark brown hair was tied in a messy bun, and her sparkling green eyes flashed longingly at Ron, who seemed to have fallen in love with his checking, hence the slobbering.
Ron looked over at her then, for the first time, smiling at her.
She smiled back, happy to see him blush because of it. The blush crept up to his hairline, so it looked as though his whole head was as red as the cinnamon Bertie Botts Every Flavor Been. It was pretty funny; watching those two look at each other as if they just found something they had been missing for a long, long time.
Harry cleared his throat, taking the liberty of speaking, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"Good, because we'll be needing a couple of beaters, since Fred and George left… come to think of it, we're going to need a chaser, too…" Harry pointed out, seeing as he was the captain for the team and all.
"Beater's the position I want," Kaliie said, glancing at Ron between each word who had finally looked down, giving all of his attention to his beloved chicken again, much to Kaliie's chagrin.
At this point in time, Torri walked over to the Gryffindor table, sliding in next to Saige,
"Too bad I can't play on your team. Chaser's my favorite position," Torri held her chin in her hand disappointed.
Saige looked at her oddly, hew brow creasing.
"Wait a moment…aren't you a chaser for your own team? Slytherin?"
Torri shrugged.
"I suppose."
"Well then if you're the beater already- hey! Wait a moment! Did you just say Slytherin? We're rivals, then!" Ron said, tearing himself -- a bit reluctantly-- away from his chicken.
"Yeah, we're suppose-ed enemies, now," Torri said with a wink.
Saige rolled her eyes, and looked over at Harry, who was talking to Parvati Patil about something that didn't exactly seem like Transfiguration homework, judging by the way Parvati kept running a hand through her hair, and laughing, making that furry green beast in her chest claw at her insides, tearing her apart, driving her almost to tears. She looked away then, swallowing the tightness in her throat, and squeezed her hands together, inhaling. Her eyes burned and she blinked, trying to keep the tears at bay.
Hermione saw this, patted Saige's arm gingerly, and told her it would be okay.
Torri, on the other hand, was in an animated conversation with Seamus Finnegan, and had no idea what was going on, besides the fact that Seamus was leaning in dangerously close to her face…
"Thank," Saige whispered, looking away from her sister and shaking it off. She pulled the treacle tart plate towards her. She reached across the table for a big spoon, and she looked up. She caught Kaliie's eye, and gasped.
Something about the other's eyes, and that same hair, and…it was the same exact feeling that Saige had gotten when she looked at the new DADA professor, except this time stronger, more precise, more…painful and sharp, like a stab in the side…
She felt weak' the spoon in her hand felt heavy, and then she felt light-headed, and woozy. The room swam before her, and she felt as if she were going to pass out.
And then Torri's arm knocked into her and she quickly looked away, setting the spoon down. She wasn't so hungry anymore.
"Come on, let's go down to the pitch," Harry said, looking at his watch. "It's almost time for the tryouts to start."
Everyone sat down their stuff and retreated off to their rooms to grab their brooms and to change their clothes.
Saige pulled on a pair of distressed dark-blue jeans and a crimson tank - - it was reasonably warm, and she always felt more comfortable in jeans, anyway, even when riding a broom that went over one-hundred miles per hours.
Torri, even though she wasn't trying out, put on a black zipper-up sweatshirt and a pair of low-rise jeans.
Hermione wasn't trying out either; instead she picked out a pair of jeans and a gray shirt.
Saige pulled out her Firebolt, checking her reflection one last time. Butterflies crept into her stomach, and her cheeks were already red and flushed.
"Breathe," she said aloud to herself, and let in a deep, slow breath, and turned away from the mirror.
She caught up with Torri and Hermione as they were walking to the pitch.
"Nervous?" Hermione asked with a smile.
"Just a little," Saige said with a nervous laugh, and then they were silent. Even though Hermione and Torri weren't trying out they were nervous; the tryouts would determine who was going to be on the team, who was going to leas Gryffindor this year. Then again, Harry knew what he was going, and he was sure not to disappoint.
"Good luck," Hermione told her with a quick hug.
"Thanks," Saige said with a small smile. She was shaking; the butterflies in her stomach had multiplies ten times, and she could barely walk.
"All joking aside," Torri said once Hermione had retreated off to the stands. "You're going to make it on the team. You've always been a superb flyer; you love it. You've been doing it since you could practically walk. You've always made it look so easy. You're going to be great. You're the best."
"Thanks. That's means a lot to me." Saige told her, and hugged her.
"Break a leg, love," Torri said with a wink, and followed Hermione.
"Okay," Harry said, holding his Firebolt in his hand and motioning for all the students to gather around.
"We're going to circle around the pitch a dew times. Do whatever kind of tricks you like; I'll be able to get a sense of what I'm working with. Stop on my whistle."
Saige let out a breath and flew up into the air following the rest of the students. As soon as she got about thirty feet into the air, she forgot about everything else. The wind blew through her hair , blowing it away from her face, and the cool, crisp air filled her lungs, and made her feel free and happy. She rose a bit higher, aware of the slight vibration underneath her. She spiraled up, and then flew upside down for a little while. Then she rose up a but, and dive bombed, she swerved upright at the last possible second, and then did a few other tricks.
Torri was right - - she loved to fly.
Harry blew his whistle. Saige descended back down, and touched down lightly with her feet, still about two feet from the ground. "That was excellent. Some of you I've very impressed with," Harry said, looking straight at Saige.
She blushed and looked down.
"Alright, now this time, I'm going to separate you into groups of six - - we're going to try a three minute scrimmage."
Saige was in the second last group, and so was Kaliie. She flew next to a boy, Evan Distal, and inhaled. She could do this.
And she did. She flew better than almost everyone, Harry being an exception, and she played chaser better than everyone else - - even Ginny, who, supposedly, was one of the best in ten years.
"Great!" Harry said, looking around at all the students one the game was over. "Just give me ten minutes to sort through you lot, and then you'll know who made the team."
Saige exhaled, and then walked away from the chattering students, over to a tree, and sat down beneath it, setting her broom down beside her.
The sky was so blue, and clear, only a wispy could or two here and there, and so she looked out over the grassy horizon, flowers dotted into the landscape. The sun was bright and warm, feeding her a few rays of it energy, and she sat there, soaking it up, suddenly feeling very tired. Saige closed her eyes and listened to the wind, and the rustle of the leaves. It was so nice in this spot. She could fall asleep right now.
Then, a sharp pain stabbed at her mind, poking it, ripping it apart. She gasped. It was dark all around her and she had goosebumps on her arm. She tried to see, but it didn't seem to get any lighter. She tried to breathe, but it hurt to inhale, and the air was damp and thick, and she coughed, hugging her knees to her chest,
Then came the vision.
First she felt the pain. It wasn't coming from her, but the place she was in - - a street, a dark, cold street, slick with water. There was pain and destruction and it hurt to think.
Then, dark, tall, hooded figured came out of the dark, gliding down the street.
Then, there was a flash of light, and three people, all unrecognizable, fell dead at her feet.
She sucked in a breath, getting ready to scream. But she couldn't. There was no sound. But something strange was happing to her - - she was slipping away, falling, and then she was back underneath the tree. Her eyes snapped open, and she inhaled glad the lightheaded feeling left her.
A whistle blew.
She stood, pushing the vision to the back of her mind, and picked up her broom. She turned to look at the Forbidden Forest, shrugged, and then jogged over to Harry with the rest of the students.
She'd worry about it later.
"All right! All right! Everyone listen up!" Harry beckoned, and the chatter died down.
Out of the corner of her eye, Saige saw Torri and Hermione huddles close together, fingers crossed. Saige turned her head so she could see them.
"The Gryffindor team this year will be Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Katie Bell, Kaliie Lee, Dean Thomas, and Saige Malfoy. Congratulations to those to made it. I'll post up notices when I've got the pitch booked."
Saige let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. She made it, she actually made it.
"Way to go!" Hermione said, coming over to give her a hug. Torri smiled, and hugged her too.
"Congrats!"
"Thanks! Gosh. I was so nervous! Shaking the whole time!" Saige said with a laugh.
She was so relieved. Now she had something to look forward to.
"I guess we'll be rivals now, eh?" Torri said with a wicked grin.
Saige nodded. "I guess so."
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Halloween.
Two words.
Torri's birthday.
Here we go.
"Happy birthday Torri," Saige, Hermione, Harry, and Ron chorused in the Great Hall the next morning.
Torri squished herself in between Saige and Ron.
"Yes. It is a happy birthday, isn't it? In fact, it's a very happy birthday."
Saige and Hermione laughed.
Saige dug in her bag for Torri's present and Hermione, Harry, and Ron set theirs on the table.
"Ohh, which one should I open first? Ron's!"
Torri tore the paper into shreds and opened up the cardboard box. Inside contained a few boxes of Fred and George's Skiving Snack boxes.
"Thanks!" Torri said happily, kissing Ron on the cheek and pushing the boxes aside. "I already know which classes to get out of too."
Harry had gotten her a good-sized box filled to the brim with all kinds of different candies from Honeydukes. Hermione had given her a drawing set, complete with canvas, paint, brushes, charcoal, and oil paint.
"The best for last," Saige said, sliding the small blue box towards her.
Torri opened it up hungrily, and took out a gold ring with a diamond on it in surprise.
"There's an inscription on the inside," Saige said.
Forever and always,
Friends for the rest of our days
"Aww! Thanks!" Torri said and slipped the ring on.
"Welcome," Saige said with a smile.
"These presents are so cool! So much better than the rinky-dinky hair-ties I got last year from Draco."
Saige snorted.
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An hour later, Hermione and Saige were conversing in Saige's room about the Ball that night.
"So…what are you going as?" Hermione asked, crossing her legs and looking up at Saige expectantly.
"Well, I'm not exactly going as anything. Maybe a princess from a fairytale? Nothing in general."
"Can I see your outfit?" Hermione rested her chin in her hands.
"Okay, but you have to promise not to tell a soul. Cone of silence," Saige said, and walked into her closet. A few minutes later she came out with a dress - - a beautiful dress.
Hermione gasped.
"Saige…that dress is gorgeous!"
And it was. It was ivory, floor-length, and had a two foot train in the back. The bottom half of the dress was just ivory, but the fabric was smooth and flowing. It did poof out a bit, but in this case it made the dress look even better. The bodice was a corset, complete with intricate and ornately designed flowers, forming a V at the front and back, where the 'dress' part of the gown flowed down from.
Saige held an ivory mask in her other hand, but it was one of the ones where it only covered the eyes.
Hermione touched the dress with her hands, amazed at how smooth it was.
"It's beautiful," she said with a smile.
"Thanks," Saige said and put the dress in her closet. "I hope Blaise likes it…"
But she did not mean Blaise. Hermione caught the note of sadness in her voice. Hopefully, that would change later on tonight, but first she had to tell Torri about the dress. Hopefully Torri had gotten the dirt on Harry's outfit from Ron; she could be very witty and cunning when she wanted to be.
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"So," Hermione asked Torri sometime later in the stands of the Pitch, where the Gryffindor team was holding practice; the first game was in a month. "Did you find out about Harry's costume?"
"Yes," Torri said, looking out across the pitch where Harry was talking to Ron, whose ears were redder than red at the moment. Torri smirked.
"And?" Hermione prodded.
"He's going as Prince Charming," Torri said with a chuckle.
Hermione smiled.
"Good. Saige's dress is so beautiful. It's all ivory…Let's just say you'll know it's her when you see her," Hermione said, clapping loudly when Saige got the quaffle in the left goalpost successfully.
"I just hope that this plan will work as smoothly as Saige scoring a goal," Torri said, clapping along with Hermione when Ron swerved to the right at the last second fending off Ginny's quaffle.
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A few hours later, Torri and Hermione made their way down to the Great Hall in their gowns, astounded at how quickly everything had changed in the time of an hour and a half, marveling at how beautiful everything looked.
It was night, and overhead the stars twinkled down at them mysteriously, providing the only light in the whole Hall. There were dark green, purple, and navy blue grapes hanging down from the ceiling, the floor was polished so well that you could see your own reflection perfectly.
Torri spun around the Hall, appreciating for the first time in her life all the stares she was attracting from the other boys in the Hall. She smiled to herself, think Saige would be proud.
She didn't think she had done wrong with her dress, either. It was black and had thin straps, and the part that covered her chest was tight, but not hooker tight. The rest of her dress was loose, making her have a straight looking figure. It was short, and only went halfway to her knees. All in all, it was a dress basically made for her, showing off her model figure just right. Her mask was black too, and made of silk, giving her model image a striking effect.
Hermione's dress was a deep crimson, the straps crossing in the back, a white flower placed right by the left strap. It was floor-length, a bit of a train behind her. Her hair was tied back into a curly ponytail, bouncing whenever she walked. Her own mask what the same dark red.
Torri's own hair was down and messy, a tames messy. Torri was known for her long waist length hair…but she had surprisingly cut it to five inches below her shoulders.
"Where are the guys?" Torri asked, finally stopping to take a breath.
"Over there. Come on," Hermione said, grabbing Torri's arm and then dragging her over to the table- - even though both of the guys were wearing masks. Ron's red hair gave him away every time.
"Wow, you sure know how to look nice," Harry said, a smile in his voice.
"Are you saying we never look nice?" Torri asked, placing her hands on her hips.
Harry pretended to look like he was deep in thought.
"Hmm…"
Torri punched him playfully.
"I'll remember that Potter."
Hermione grinned, and then both she and Torri scanned the room for Saige. Well, actually Hermione did most of the scouting since Torri wasn't exactly sure what Saige was wearing.
"There she is!" Hermione whispered urgently, clenching Torri's arm.
"Cinderella," Torri breathed, admiring how pretty sister looked.
And apparently, everyone else (mainly the guys) thought so too.
Her hair was piled up on top of her head in a complicated twist, two rhinestone barrettes keeping it in place. A pearl necklace completed the dress, and she walked over to them. Ron's hair once again attracting attention.
"Now," Torri murmured to Hermione, and then she grabbed Saige's arm just as she was about to reach them, leading her out to the dance floor.
Torri positioned Saige so she could see over her shoulder.
"I wanted to say hello to Ron and his friends…" Saige said, spinning around.
"Uh, maybe later," Torri said, watching as Hermione led Harry out onto the dance floor, too.
"You know, maybe that isn't such a bad idea. As a matter of fact, here comes that stranger right now. Gotta go! Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't do…which doesn't leave a whole lot, but anyway! You look amazing!" Torri said, and then got her bum out of there.
"Uhm, thanks?" Saige called, thoroughly confused.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked, his voice deep and low, but oddly familiar.
It's not Blaise, she thought, and was surprisingly relieved. Being with Blaise was a place she didn't want to go to, even though she had done it almost a million times, but those thoughts left her mind almost as quickly as they had come. Whoever this mystery guy was seemed a million times better than Blaise ever could be, and as he held her gently, spinning her around lazily, and brought her back to him, she didn't care about…what was his name again? Blaise, right?
"You smell nice," he whispered into her ear. She shivered, entwining her arms around his neck.
"Thank you," she said softly, and let her lips touch his neck lightly, amazed at how smooth and soft his skin was.
"So do you."
He laughed.
He had a nice laugh, she thought with a grin.
He seemed so familiar to her, but a stranger as well. If only she knew, it would make this whole thing easier.
But there was a sprout of hope growing within her. There was one person she hoped it was. One person that she…loved? No…yes. She loved Harry. She had always loved Harry. With Harry, everything had been different. She could actually be more of herself around him; everything felt so easy and comfortable.
She wanted him to be Harry…needed him to be Harry. IF he wasn't…it would be painful. It would be…disappointing.
"Ten… nine… eight…"
They stopped dancing, and looked up at each other.
"…six…five…four…"
She was aware of how close their lips were…how hot his breath was on her cheek. She looked up at him, her arms tightening around him, as he lightly touched her cheek. Her breath caught…
"…two…one…"
"Don't take it off," she whispered.
"Why not?" he asked, surprised. He wanted to know just as mush as she did who he had been dancing with, his heart was beating rapidly, the first time he saw her enter his breath had caught…and now, he was hoping to Merlin that she was Saige, because then everything would be alright…he could lover her openly…
"Kiss me," she breathed.
And he did.
His lips pressed lightly against hers, pulling her as close to him as he physically could, letting his tongue glide across her lower lip, amazed at how soft and warm and smooth her lips were, and how good she tasted. Like mint and chocolate.
Sweet, like candy.
Saige felt like she was flying. She felt as if she was leaving her own body, her soul wrapping around is, and they both looked down at each other, smiling and laughing.
She obliged, opening her mouth and kissing him back.
Nothing felt better, nothing felt more right…
Everything seemed to slip away; the grins on Hermione and Torri's faces, the hundreds of students masks laying on the floor, forgotten. All the couples the couples embracing. All of it was gone.
They pulled away, breathing heavily.
"Can I see you now?" he asked, letting his lips rest of her neck.
"Yes."
"On the count of three," he said placing his index finger and thumb on the end of his mask.
"One…" they started together. "…two…three…."
And they took their masks off, and the glided to the floor smoothly.
"Harry?" Saige whispered.
"Saige?" Harry asked, just as surprised.
"Thank Merlin!" Saige exclaimed, and hugged him to her.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
"Oh my God…" Harry said, wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he could.
"I'm so relieved. I was hoping it was you…" Saige said, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
Harry kissed it away,
"So was I. I'm so glad…"
"Harry….I love you…I'm sorry for not saying anything earlier…"
"Me too. I love you so much…"
They kissed again, this time fiercer and wanting, as if their bodies were finally showing what their hearts had been feeling for a long time.
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Torri and Hermione watched Harry and Saige contentedly, smiling and sighing every few seconds.
"It's such a fairytale," Torri said, clasping her hands together.
"We do pretty good work, don't we partner?" Hermione asked with a grin.
Torri laughed.
"There's only one problem we have to deal with now."
"Eh? What's that?" Hermione asked her brow furrowing.
Torri sighed, casting one last happy glance at Harry and Saige, and then her smile turned into a frown.
"Blaise."
"Oh," Hermione said, and then looked over at him.
He looked annoyed, nursing a drink in his hand and looking out across the floor.
"I'll do it. Wish me luck!" Torri called, and walked on over to Blaise.
"What do you want?" Blaise said acidly, setting his drink on the table.
Torri crossed her arms over her chest giving him a glare.
"I'll skip the polite small talk and go right on ahead into the climax of this conversation, cause I'd rather not talk to you more than I have to. It concerns Saige."
"Saige? Where is she? I haven't seen her all night," Blaise's face changed considerably.
"She's with Harry now," Torri spat, letting a smirk trace the corners of her mouth.
"What?" Blaise asked angrily, clenching his fists and looking out over the floor, trying to find them. He made to start walking, but Torri's arm flew out and stopped him.
"Slow down there, pal. Saige doesn't want to go out with you anymore, as a matter-of-fact, I don't she every wanted to in the first place. It's over. And if you try and come after her, or hurt her and Harry in anyway way, then I swear I will make your life a living hell."
Blaise looked at Torri with so much hate she had to look away. He was squeezing his glass so hard she was afraid it would burst.
"Have a nice life," she said dryly, and walked right away from him.
"The job is done," she said brushing imaginary dirt off of her hands, and winked at Hermione.
"Good," Hermione said with relief. "I'll catch to you later."
Torri waited for the next song to end, and let out a breath of relief when Saige and Harry wandered over, holding hands, and laughing.
"Oh, Torri. I love that dress! It looks really nice with your pale skin," Saige said giddily, as if she were high.
Torri rolled her eyes, not wanting to ruin Saige's night with any of her comments. She knew how happy Saige was.
"Oh yeah, I took care of Blaise for you. I know he would have tried something had you gone and said something to him, so I took the liberty of telling him."
Saige immediately looked worried, and cast a glance over her shoulder.
"Don't worry," Torri said before Saige could say anything. "It'll be fine. He's already marked if he tries something."
Saige and Harry looked at each other, and then at Torri, raising their eyebrows.
"What?" Torri asked innocently raising her shoulders.
"Nothing," Saige said slowly, as if something wasn't right.
"Don't worry about him. You two will be perfectly alright."
"Well if you say - -" Harry began, but Ron came over, his arm around Kaliie's waist protectively.
"I guess we aren't the only ones who got together, eh?" Ron asked, waggling his eyebrows at Kaliie.
"Ron, you're too much," she said with a laugh.
"Oh yes, he's so funny I can barely breathe from all the laughing!" Saige said sarcastically.
"I'll remember that when it's your birthday." Ron said giving her a look.
The group laughed.
"But really, I was wondering when you two were going to get together. Both of you are way too stubborn, that's the problem."
Saige looked as if she was about to protest, but Harry silenced her.
"He's right. But we're together now," he said kissing her forehead.
Torri mimed as if she were vomiting on Ron.
Saige tugged on Harry's head.
"Let's finish this elsewhere," she said, jerking her head to the exit.
"Kaliie, my beautiful…er-- beau, would you care to dance?"
"Kaliie made a face at him, but obliged happily.
Torri sighed.
It was times like theses she really wished she had a significant other.
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"Come on, Hermione is doesn't always have to be about homework all the time! It's the last warm day before the cold front set in! And then you're going to be sorry you didn't go outside! Please?" Saige asked, turning away from her trunk, holding a distressed denim mini in her hand.
Hermione looked skeptical.
"I dunno. I still need to finish off the Potions essay…"
"Do it later! In fact, we can both work on ours later! Please, oh please, oh please?"
"Alright, alright, later," Hermione smirked, walking over to her own trunk, and pulled out a soft pink tee with a V neckline.
Saige also pulled out a gray tank with white lace sewn around the bottom and neckline. She pulled out a pair of white shows, and ties her hair up in a messy ponytail, spraying some perfume behind her ears and applying clear gloss to her lips.
"Let's go!" she said happily.
Man, Hermione thought as she followed Saige down to the common room to meet the guys, Saige and Harry really owed her one. Make that two, she added when she saw Saige bouncing up and down excitedly.
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"Look," Torri said to Draco, crossing her arms over her chest, and giving him a sour glare, "Don't flip or anything. I know it's your job to be the older brother, more responsible brother, but - -"
"Just tell me," Draco snapped, pulling the blueberry muffin towards him, and then poured himself a cup of coffee….black.
Torri sighed, looking over at the Gryffindor table, where Saige and Harry were sitting close together, Harry whispering into her ear.
"Harry and Saige are going out."
"What?" he asked so loudly that all the students in the vicinity turned to look at him, raising their eyebrows. "When the bloody hell did this happen? There is no way I'm letting the 'Chosen One' go out with me--"
Torri held up her hand to silence him.
"Yeah, yeah,yeah. Look, I only told you beforehand so that you could get a chance to cool down a bit--"
"Oh, there is no way I'm am going to cool--" Draco stopped, breathing hard. He stood up, grabbed Torri's arm, waltzed over to the Gryffindor table, and bent down to whisper in Saige's ear.
"We need to talk. Now."
Saige look up at him, her green eyes, going wide. They flickered over to Torri, who shrugged, and mouthed 'Sorry.' Then she looked back over at Harry, and kissed him, telling him she'd be right back. She didn't see Draco flinch, but she sure as hell felt him squeezing her arm pretty damn hard when he dragged her and Torri out of the Hall.
"You're going out with Potter?" he hissed once they were a good few yards away from the Hall.
Saige looked at Torri.
"I'm suspecting you have a part in this? You told him, didn't you?" Said asked, tapping her foot.
"I'm sorry. I only told him cause I didn't want him to start a fight with your boyfriend," Torri said, giving Draco another glare.
Saige sighed.
"Yeah, Draco, I am going out with him. Look, before you say anything about how much you hate Harry, don't. I love him. I really do, and I'm going out with him whether you like it or not. SO I suggest you keep your moth shut, or I will jinx you into oblivion. Got it?"
Draco looked as if he were about to protest, but seeing the look on Saige's face, kept his mouth shut.
"Fine. But if I hear anything, anything at all, then- - "
"- - then you're going to beat him up until there's nothing left," Saige and Torri finished for him.
"Yeah we - -"
"- - know," Saige finished for Torri.
And that conversation, was, as they say, history.
Torri and Draco walked back into the Great Hall to finish their breakfasts, but Saige turned away, suddenly losing her appetite.
With a sick feeling sloshing around in her stomach, she held on to the wall for support.
Something was tugging at her memory…something that happened yesterday…Quidditch tryouts…
Then she remembered. It hit her hard, like a huge piece of rack, and her mind felt empty, vacant, dazed.
Then it filled with visions and the same chilling feeling washed over her.
She gasped.
And then she remembered, when she had turned to look at the Forbidden Forest…she had sworn that it had been a trick of the light…her mind was playing games on her…but now.
She had seen three figured wearing cloaks, and gliding over the ground smoothly, and without state. Three oddly familiar figures.