Guilt. It's part of your conscience. It tells you right from wrong. But, why does your conscience sometimes fail you, but return later with guilt? Moira tossed and turned all night, thinking about what she had done.

You hadn't even kissed him. Why should you feel so bad?

It was what she kept telling herself, trying to ward of that terrible feeling. But it would only be gone for a little while, before the answer to her question popped into her head.

Because you wanted to.

Finally, sleep overtook her and she dozed off, oblivious of what awaited her the next morning on the Hogwarts Express.

"Go on already!" Neil shouted at Mandy, who out of fear, wouldn't charge herself at a solid brick wall. "We're going to miss the train!"

It was true, the chaos that morning and Ron's refusal to get out of bed, or to communicate with Neil, Hermione, Harry and Moira had caused them to miss the portkey, leaving no choice but to call muggle taxis.

"Yes! Go dear! We're running out of time!" Mrs. Weasly urged. Mandy again shook her head vigorously. Neil, obviously cranky from the early morning wake up call, stomped over to Mandy with a worrying expression on his face. He then picked up the kicking and screaming little girl bodily and being very subtle, so no muggles would notice, magically bound her on top of her carriage, and pushed the carriage roughly in the direction of the wall, screaming child and all. When Mandy was through the portal, Moira looked around, to see everyone' s reactionsOnly Moira and the twins seemed ammused by Neil's tactics, the others however, looked absolutly fearful.

"That's child abuse!" Ginny muttered.

"No," Neil argued, "It's time managment." He then pushed his own carriage briskly toward the platform, smiling confidently. Hermione grinned after him until Ron "accidently" stepped on her foot, turning her smile into a grimace.

Moira was next throught the portal, followed by all the Weasleys Mrs. Weasley hugged them all tightly before hurrying them onto the train. The twins made sure that everyone had a good supply of puking pastils , and waved them off as the train started to chug away.

The minute they were out of sight of the station, Ron brought up what had happened back at the house between Neil and Hermione. Harry, however, had the sense to change the subject, and began yammering about his craving for cupcakes, then buying an entire tray full when thhe trolley passed. Everyone took a plateful except for Mandy, who was alergic to chocolate, and Ron, who claimed that he lost his appetite after seeing Neil feed one to Hermione. Ron and Hermione then informed everyone that they were needed in the prefects compartment of the train.

"So where do we sit?" Moira asked, turning to Harry and Ginny.

"Oh, Moira, I'm so sorry, but..." Her eyes trailed down, "We have to meet the rest of the Quidditch team at the front of the train." Moira felt disappointed, but nodded in understanding.

"It's okay, Neil and I will just find a compartment." Neil let out a heart wrenching, "Um...actually..." And Moira turned to see his apology spread across his face..

"I was going to join Hermione in the prefects compartment," Moira looked skeptical, knowing that only prefects were allowed. "Well, we're saying that I'm just in there so I'm completly familiar with all school rules, but I really just want to be with Hermione." Ron snorted with laughter, but quited down as soon as Neil, who was much larger, took an agressive step towards him.

"Oh, okay." Moira muttered, "I'll just...I'll be fine." Everyone nodded solemnly before heading their separate ways, leaving Moira alone in the hallway. Quietly, she walked into an empty compartment to spend the rest of the train ride by herself.

The alone time wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. She enjoyed the quiet. She leaned her head against the window and watched the farms and fields of the country fly by. She ate at least six cupcakes in that time, who said they weren't comfort food? At some point, she heard the door to her compartment creek open, and turned her head to find Dean at the door.

"Sorry, I just noticed you were alone. I thought you could use some company."

"Yeah, everyone seems to have somewhere they need to be."She laughed. He smiled sweetly.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other day, at diagon alley." Moira felt a lump in her throat, "I didn't mean to scare you or anything, I just, really felt something for you. You are sweet, and kind, and absolutly beautiful." His eyes had that look again and it was making Moira uncomfortable, but she wanted to kiss him so badly. She couldn't though, she needed to get her thoughts straight.

"I'll be right back." She promised, rushing out of the compartment. She needed to think. Strolling to the back of the train to find a place to clear her mind, she checked each compartment window for a fairly empty one, but all of them were pretty packed. She turne the corner, towards a small storage closet and noticed a whip of red hair going in. Suspicious, she tip toed over to the door and quietly cracked it open. What she saw made her blood run cold. Inside, was Ginny, kissing Harry passionately.

How could she do that? She's with Dean!

Her anger made all traces of guilt melt away as she closed the door softley and trotted back to her own compartment, where Dean was waiting for her. He looked surprised as she burst in angrily, slamming the door and locking it. She hastely closed the curtains on the compartment window and rushed over to Dean. All she could say was, "I'm so sorry." Before she leaned forward and kissed him softley. His eyes widened with surprise, but he stood up and pulled her into him. He kissed her back, more hungrily than Moira's kiss, most likely because he had been waiting for it.

Moira opened her mouth, allowing him to deepen his kiss. She could feel herself melting, losing her balance. He must have felt her start to collapse, becuase he pushed her roughly against the wall. Now his body was the only thing holding her up. His hands were entwined in her long hair, but he removed them and put them loosely on her waist, she began moving her hands up his shirt, feeling the contours of his body.

His kisses wandered to her neck, and lower. Moira shivered as he began to unbotton her shirt, kissing her breasts softly. She let out a quiet moan, and pushed him away, so that she could remove the shirt completly. She began to kiss him hungrily again and fell backwards onto the compartment seat. He pushed her down, so she was now lying flat across the seats.

He kneeled over her, letting his hands wander her body, lingering in places noone ever had before. She removed his shirt for him, Moira sat up slightly, so that his hands could reach her bra clip. When it was removed, he stared for a moment before touching her breasts softly.

The train jerked suddenly, and it was enough of a jerk to bring Moira out of her passionate high. She scrambled up, Dean looked confused as she grabbed for something to cover herself. . She kissed him again as she put her bra back on. She handed him his shirt and rushed him out of the compartment, repeating what she had said when it had all started.

"I'm so sorry."

As she changed into her school robes, she had to fight the urge to call him back, and beg for more. She sat back down on the seat,leaning her against the window once more, and staring at the empty landscape. One small tear ran down her cheek.

Guilt, it had happened again. And this time her guilt was ten times worse than before. This time, it made her ache inside. How she hated the feeling. It was like a virus, eating at her heart. Even with the fact that Ginny was with Harry, Moira still felt like a traitor and a whore. Guilt...