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Alright guys, here is chapter 7! The rest of the hogsmeade trip! This may be a little long! WARNING: fluffy in parts, but I will try to keep it on the light side with some humor!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters affiliated with the series. The only thing I own on this story is the plot, and of course, I am not making money off of it (although that would be nice)

Chapter 7

Malfoy the Chicken and Romance Blossoms

(We'll pick up with Hermione and Kyle first!)

Hermione and Kyle sat in the innermost chambers of the shrieking shack wrapped in each others arms, and oblivious to the world around them. Kyle meant for this date to be romantic, but rather found himself in an old despair-stricken house, but all the same he was enjoying it. They had been there for quite a while, both lost in their thoughts. Suddenly Hermione realized that she had been enveloped in this guys arms for almost 15 minutes—this guy she barely knew. He probably thought her emotionally unstable and a silly little girl. She started to pull away ashamed of her vulnerability, when he whispered, "Don't move. Please don't move." She was simply astounded by his request. She couldn't deny that she longed to remain in his arms, but why? He seemed to know her every thought as he replied,

"I'm sorry; you probably think I am so weird."

"No, I thought you must think that of me."

He placed a finger beneath her chin and lifted her chestnut eyes to gaze into his own.

"Let me tell you what I do think of you. I think you are beautiful, every bit of you. When you were crying before, I felt as though my world were crumbling around me. My mind told me to pull away and take you back to school, but my heart was begging to absorb one more moment with you in my arms. I- I was scared to let you go, as if my world would end if you left me." He murmured. He couldn't find the words to say more. This was all new to him, he was the guy that didn't care for feelings—only the physical aspect. Good lord, what was getting into him? He didn't want to think because nothing made sense. Why was he so drawn to her? He had strong feelings for her like he had never had. Even stranger was the fact that he barely knew her and that he wasn't even from this time—what was he getting into.

Hermione's eyes were locked on his. She was lost in his eyes, she saw silver and gray and flecks of brown. More importantly, she saw something she had never seen before. She saw passion and trust and sincerity and so much more that she couldn't begin to comprehend. In a move totally unlike herself she leaned in gently and their lips met. Her mind cleared and her worries passed. She stopped trying to reason out her feelings and analyze his words and she just poured everything she had into the kiss. It wasn't her first kiss, but it might as well have been. She had never experienced anything like it in her life. She was lost in the passion as she granted him entrance and he explored her mouth tenderly and with something that closely resembled love. She sat there never wishing the moment to end and when he pulled away, one glance in her eyes told her that this was THE kiss of her lifetime. The rest of the date passed in a haze as her emotions got the better of her and she just stared into his entrancing eyes and his beautiful black hair.

"I'm sorry that this wasn't much of a date. I- I didn't mean to break down on you or anything."

"Everything you do is absolutely perfect in my book."

Hermione made her way to her room and collapsed onto her bed. She knew what she was doing was wrong. She barely knew him and he was from the future no less. She must just be making life more difficult for him. No matter how wrong it seemed, she couldn't deny how right it felt.

(OOC: Aw, fluff! I know it was major fluffy, but now we will move on to Harry and Ginny.)

Harry and Ginny left the castle a few minutes after Hermione and Kyle. Harry was extremely nervous, he had been thinking about this day for a while, but never could get up the nerve to really ask her. He was extremely thankful that Ginny had taken the first step, but was somewhat ashamed by it too. He was determined to make up for it. He prepared to make conversation, but was surprised at how much like his other friends she was.

"Harry, are you ready for Quidditch?"

"Oh! Lord, yes! Ever since fifth year when that evil witch banned me, I look forward to it more than anything else. Which by the way, I don't know if I ever told you, but you did a great job at seeker that year. Although, you are an even more remarkable chaser; a captain couldn't have asked for more!"

"Oh yeah! Are you excited about being quidditch captain? Not going to practice us to death are you?" Ginny giggled.

"How could I? Not when that smile asks me not to." He charmed

Ginny blushed.

They carried on talking about quidditch for almost 30 minutes. You could definitely tell that she was Ron's sister. She was so much like his best friend, but with beautiful red flowing hair and sparkling greenish blue eyes, and a smile to die for. She had a great knowledge of quidditch and was even a match for Harry when it came to Chudley Cannon's trivia. He noticed that when she laughed her smile stretched to her lovely eyes and her whole countenance shown as bright at the sun. He observed that when she giggled, her cheeks blushed a faint red and her eyes seemed to hold a mystery that he deeply wanted to uncover. She was mesmerizing. He memorized her every look and laugh in an effort to never forget how extraordinary she was. When she was surprised her eyes widened playfully and her mouth hung open exposing her brilliantly white teeth below her cherry colored lips. This look was almost always accompanied by a giggle. When she was flattered she turned her eyes to the ground, but was unable to hide a small smile that was almost undetectable by anyone who wasn't studying her intently. When there was an awkward silence she had this adorable smile that made him want to keep quiet forever so that she would never stop. He could gaze intently at her face forever.

They soon made their way to Zonkos where Ginny was determined to prove to him her uniqueness (although he was already deeply impressed). He loved her playful side. They played with many of the toys in the shop for a while. They bought some water assault rifles (which could magically seek out the desired object if you concentrated hard enough) and had a rousing game of water war. They were dead even after Harry had hit Ginny with a rather large water bomb that soaked her hair thoroughly. Her hair was dripping and clung to her face. She was stunning. She started to pout and Harry made his way out of his refuge and placed his gun on the ground to hug her. Just as he started to wrap his arms around her petite figure she pelted him in the face with a stream of water. He lunged at her and tickled her vigorously as she whispered, "I won..." He laughed and tickled her harder. She was screaming with laughter, but managed to shout between giggles, "I still won!" She poked him in the side in an attempt to escape and he let out a yelp. "Oh, someone has a ticklish spot!" It was her turn to take the offensive and she tickled him menacingly, "Ginny- haha- stop please—haha- I'll get you-haha!"

"How disgusting!" snarled Malfoy as he approached the laughing duo. Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly at the two lying on the ground.

"Not quite as disgusting as you and your male fan club ferret boy!"

"You're quite funny scarhead. You two make quite a good couple, blood-traitors and mudblood lovers."

Ginny then whipped out her wand and conjured a bucket above Malfoy's head. She tipped it to empty thick, sticky honey all over Draco's golden blonde hair. Harry burst into laughter as Malfoy struggled with the thick substance that coated him and his cronies. He had an idea and soon the Slytherins were covered not only in honey but a pile of feathers as well. Malfoy walked out sputtering which made him resemble even closer and overgrown chicken. A crowd of Slytherins soon started to form. Ginny and Harry slipped away into an alley and exploded into laughter. Not until they regained their composure did they notice how enticingly close they were. Ginny stepped even closer to him smiling. He leaned down to kiss her when his scar seared with pain, he held back a scream as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Harry, HARRY, are you alright?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Let's... let's go."

The two made their way back to the castle. Harry was highly disappointed—he had been so close to those lips, those lips that he had been studying all night. Ginny was more worried than anything else. She knew that his scar hurt him regularly, but the horrors he faced still terrified her.

He held her hand in his as he said goodnight, "Ginny, you are unlike any other girl in the world."

"Well, we all know you are unlike any boy in the world."

"You're right, because I have you." He kissed her gently on the cheek and she walked up the stairs to her dormitory dazed by the night's events.

(Still some fluff, but I tried to keep it mild! On to Ron's day!)

Ron walked the streets of Hogsmeade with bitter thoughts. He was all alone. Kyle had captivated Hermione and now Ginny and Harry were an item. He loved the fact that his sister was with his best friend, but it didn't help that he was all alone. Normally he would have Hermione to spend the day with, but that was before Kyle came along. Hermione was acting like a regular girl when she was around him—blushing and giggling and gossiping with her friends. Everything was so different. He had a butterbeer to drown out his sorrows, but only managed to make his mind run that much faster from the sugar high. Even more pungent thoughts filled his mind. He walked out of the three broomsticks and headed down the long windy uninhabited part of Hogsmeade. He sat down on a fence to pass the time. He looked up when he heard shouting and thought he was delirious as three large raging chickens made their way down the road. As they got closer, Ron was deeply annoyed when he recognized the drawl coming from the smallest chicken. "Malfoy..." he mumbled.

"Hello Weasel! All alone? Where's pothead and mudblood? Oh that's right, they ditched you."

"Funny Malfoy, I always knew you were a git, but I was only guessing when I called you a chicken—seems I was right!"

"That's enough Weasley! I would hex you, but It's far more enjoyable for me to leave you hear alone to suffer."

"He's not alone." said a voice from behind Ron.

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(Well! That's all for this chapter! It felt a little rushed, but I'm ready to move on in the plot. That's the problem when you get too many romances involved, but I'll work it all out. It was very fluffy, I know, but I couldn't help it! Let me know what ya'll like...do you all want a little bit of romance in every chapter (along with other stuff as well!)? Let me know what you want please! Do you want longer chapters, or are these fine? I'm here to please you! hehe! Kind of! Neways! Next chapter, I'm planning on our Kyle meeting the potions master....bum, bum, bum!!!! Any suggestions or things you would like to see between Kyle and Snape? Any requests for anything else, I'm always open to ideas! Let me know what you think! Please please please Review! Love you all, Brittany!)