DISCLAIMER: No matter how many times this is retyped (the disclaimer I mean) the message is going to remain the same…. We are J.K. Rowling's idols and she asked us to write the 7th book for her and….alright, so maybe that's an a small exaggeration….Okay, maybe it's a big one so we do not own Harry Potter.

This would have been up sooner if I (Amaya) had not lost fan fiction for some strange reason…. Sorry about that….

Chapter 10:

Spirit's sight was smeared with tears, but she just kept running, forcing herself to go on and not to collapse. Her heart was slowly breaking with each crystal tear that roll down her cheek.

All she wanted to do was to disappear, to hide from the world. She wanted to run forever until she reached the end of the world, but she knew that she couldn't. Eventually she would have to stop; she would have to face Draco and when she did face him, there would be hell to pay. If not from her, then from one of her friends.

Her legs were beginning to cramp up, but she refused to let herself stop. Well, she wasn't going to stop but she felt two arms wrap around her waist as she crashed into someone's chest. She gazed up at the face of Dan Bowling, a seventh year.

"Spirit," he said, smoothing her hair, "are you okay?"

She shook her head as the tears fell faster down her cheek in a steady stream. "No," she finally choked out.

He didn't say anything, just pulled her closer and let her sob against his chest. Dan had always been there for her, and this made her cry harder.

They had went to the same muggle school together before getting their letters of acceptance to the Shenandoah school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They had dated on and off from their third year to their fifth year, then in their sixth year they decided to cool it, but still ended up spending quite a few nights in each other's arms.

Dan eased Spirit out of his arms, just enough to see her face. "Do you want to tell me about it?" he asked, wiping a tear from her cheek.

She shook her head and buried her head into his chest again. Dan looked up just in time to see Amaya rushing down the hall towards them.

"Hey Spirit, I was…," Amaya started but froze. She had seen her friend upset before, but not like this. Spirit hated to cry, she always said that it ruined her makeup beyond repair.

"What happened?" she asked as she gingerly placed an arm around Spirit as well.

Spirit shook her head, which was still against Dan's chest. She muttered something but the words were lost in the cotton of his shirt.

Dan shook his head as well and shrugged. "She wouldn't tell me either."

"Spirit," Amaya said sweetly, "you need to tell us what happened so that we can fix it. We can't help you if you don't tell us."

Spirit looked up, tears still filling her eyes. "He told me that…that he hated….muggles, and that….that he hated muggleborn."

"Who said that to you?" Dan asked close to her ear, holding her tight.

"Draco," Spirit choked, as she began to cry yet again.

"That ass," Amaya bit out, her eyes filling with hatred. She gave Spirit a brief hug before stepping back, a harsh look in her eyes. "I'll take care of it," she stated simply.

"Amaya," Spirit said, just above a whisper, "give him hell but don't….don't hurt him to bad….," for she knew that she still had feelings for the British blonde.

Amaya took another step back and looked hard into Spirit's eyes, then up to Dan before finally looking back at Spirit. "I can't promise that," she said. She looked back up to Dan. "Take care of her for me till I get back."

Dan nodded and the two watched Amaya run off in search of her latest prey. Spirit silently hoped that Amaya wouldn't hurt him…too bad.

Dan put his arm around Spirit's waist. "Let's go outside and sit for a while. I have a feeling that some good ol' fresh air will do you some good."

"But you have class," Spirit said dumbfounded. Dan was not one to miss class for anything.

"Right now, you're more important than a class," he stated simply, pulling her down on the rock beside of him. "I haven't seen you like that before. You really scared me Spirit."

"I'm sorry," she muttered, lowering her head and looking down at her feet wishing that she would have worn the brown clogs instead of the black ones.

"Don't be," Dan said, drawing her attention back up to him. He paused and looked at her for a moment. "You really liked this guy, didn't you?"

Spirit sighed heartily and nodded her head, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall yet again. She didn't know how she was going to make it the rest of the school year in his presence when the mere mention of his name could reduce her to a sobbing fool.

Dan didn't say anything, just pulled her against him in a comforting sort of way. They sat there for a moment or two, merely enjoying the moment. They stared out at the horizon and the lovely landscape before them.

Spirit suddenly formed an idea in her head and she looked over at Dan. "Dan," she said, looking at him straight in the eyes, "will you do something for me?"

"Spirit," he placed a kiss on her forehead, "I would do anything for you, you know that."

She nodded and knew that everything was going to be fine after all…or it would be. Spirit was never one to give up on life.

A/N: Ah! Short, sorry. This chapter was written by Spirit and typed by me, Amaya. Check out the website for fan fiction addicts at www. ffaa. bravehost. com. Just take out the spaces and it should work. Remember to review…that little button LOVES to be clicked!