A/N: I know I started it off like Kelidoball, you know I kinda had to make it fit. But this is a totally different fic though. IT is waaay more romantic, and a lot less carnal, because it is inside Hermies head. 00h… another story title.

Anywhoo… we start to get to the meat in this second chap… and you will love the third chapter. Though this one is still kinda sort I have to apologize. Third Chap is longer, so it's not finished yet.

Ttysoon.

S.K.

(Verse1, Ln3)

He's damned, as it seems...

With the return of Dumbledore, professor McGonagall had returned to teaching Transfiguration, changing my status at Hogwarts from teacher to student. This was fine with me except Harry was still a teacher, and our relationship had to be extremely discrete now. We had to perform fantastic feats each night just to get to one another, because I could no longer sleep without him.

I slid out of Harry's bed the next morning and bathed in his bathroom. Then I stepped out and dressed quietly, having half my wardrobe already in the room. I lived between two places, and I preferred this one to a dorm full of snoring girls. There was a portal next to his bed that we had created the night before through the room of requirement. I needed a way to get to His chambers without being seen. And the room created a winding passageway that led directly to Harry's rooms. So I headed over to the door and stepped through to the room of requirement leaving Harry slumbering lightly in his bed.

I went to the Seventh year Girls dormitories to gather my books for the day's classes. "What's it like shagging a teacher?" I heard from behind me. I turned to look at Lavender and raised a brow.

"Bugger off Lavender," I stated gathering my things.

"I'd threaten to tell McGonagall that you spent the night in Professor Potter's room, if she didn't already know it." Lavender said sitting on my bed, "besides, I want to know what it's like being with the famous Harry Potter."

"It is all of my business and none of yours." I said heading for the door, "Last thing I need is for the whole world to know my business."

"Ooh, Harsh." Lavender said laughing and heading to the bathrooms.

With a sigh I walked down to the Great Hall. I spotted Harry and was about to call for him when Professor Dumbledore approached Harry with the grimmest look on his face.

I hung back a bit and watched as Harry's face went from pleased to grim in no time. Oh no! What's happened? I thought as I slowly approached them. "Good morning," I said

"Good morning Miss Granger." Professor Dumbledore responded, "I trust that Mr. Potter will fill you in on the goings on. I have a date with a scrumptious breakfast."

I smile at the elderly head master, then turn to Harry. "What's Happened?" I asked walking next to him.

"It seems as though Voldemort, is starting to make his appearance." Harry stated stopping us just short of the door to the Great Hall.

"What?" I asked panicking; it seemed as though my prayer would go unanswered after all.

"There have been ten different sightings of not just death eaters but Voldemort himself." He continued, "He hasn't started to kill anyone yet, but his certainly making himself known."

"What are we going to do?" I said taking his hands in mine.

"We are to enjoy the time we have before he comes for me." Harry said placing his forehead on mine, "And when he comes for me, I will fight so that I can come back to you."

I look around and sigh because we have to separate. I can hear many of the students making their way to the Great Hall. "You better," I answer letting his hands go.

He smiles back at me and heads towards the door, "What are you doing Valentines Weekend?" He asked.

"Whatever you want." I answered then he smiled and headed into the Great Hall.

"Hey there mate," I hear just as Ron's arm drapes over my shoulders and I am propelled into the Great Hall.

"Voldemort is coming soon." I say turning my head towards Ron.

"What's happened?" Ron asked his relaxed posture stiffening as his arms dropped from around me.

"He's been sighted, Ten Times." I answer as we sit at our usual spot. The rest of the morning was grim, as we both pondered the possibility of our friend's death.