Fate and a Rose

DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter (and associated characters, likenesses, concepts, etc.) belongs to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, Inc. AOL/Time Warner, Inc., among others. I make no claim, written or implied, upon Harry Potter. No money is being made and no infringement or disrespect to the creators / copyright holders is intended.

Warning: This story will contain slash (i.e. male/male relationships) and mpreg (but not until later).If you don't like these things, I'd advise you not to read this fic! Thanks!

A/N: I have read all of the HP books, and all of them are relevant to this fic in some way, but some of the things that have happened in HBP will not happen until later in this fic, so please acknowledge that.

HAPPY (belated) CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE! Sorry for the late post, but it's here now, though! It would have been up earlier, but when I was writing the hospital wing bit, I wasn't really in the best of moods, and I didn't want to spoil it for anyone. Then, when I finally was ready to post it, my computer had to go and mess up! Argh, it was pretty frustrating... Anyways, as an extra special (very, very late;sorry!; ) Christmas gift to you all from me, I have decided to uncover my plot! Hehe...I bet you're all thankful for that! I'd just like to let everyone know that this isn't a PWP, though I may have made it seem like it was in previous chapters. R&R, and don't forget to review!

Chapter Four

Soul Mates and Pregnancies

Harry cracked his eyes open at the sound of loud laughter, but the bright light in the room blinded him. "Hullo, Harry!" A loud voice shouted in his ear, and Harry winced at the sound.

"Hullo, Ron," Harry replied weekly as he struggled to get up from his uncomfortable position on the floor.

"Why're you out here?" Ron asked.

"Why was the Fat Lady gone last night when I got back from detention last night?"

"Was she really?" Ron asked with surprise.

"Yes, Ron, and I have a feeling it had something to do with you and Hermione fighting."

"Oh, that. You heard us?"

"Not last night, no. Neville told me you guys went up to the boys' dormitory. Of course, I couldn't validate this, as I was locked out all night, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. And even if you guys did go up to our dorm, I don't even wanna know what happened, if you'd be so kind as to spare me the details."

Ron turned a bright red and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry 'bout that, mate. We sort of forgot about you for a while there. It wasn't 'til this morning that I realized you weren't in bed."

Harry shrugged as he was led up to the room they shared with Neville, whom they had left out in the corridor to sleep, Seamus, and Dean. When he got there, he collapsed on his bed and didn't get up, even when Ron tried to tempt him with chocolate éclairs.

"Had some last night, Ron. I don't think I really want more right now, thanks," He said.

"Really?" Ron asked, an unsure look on his face. "We didn't have any. They were suspiciously missing from the table. What did you have to do for detention?"

Harry smiled, but didn't reply.

"Harry, are you all right?" Ron asked with a frown.

"Yeah," Harry said, rolling onto his back with his hands behind his head. Ron was becoming even more suspicious. Usually whenever someone asked Harry if he was okay, he snapped at them and then wouldn't talk to them for a while afterwards.

"Uh…are you sure?" Ron knew he probably shouldn't push it, especially if Harry was in such a good mood right now, but he was honestly worried that something was wrong with him when he didn't give the expected response.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

Ron shrugged. "It's just…you're different today, that's all."

Harry shrugged and stretched. "Well, what I want to know," He said with a yawn. "Is what you and Hermione keep fighting about. It's not Krum anymore, is it?"

Ron sighed and slumped onto his own bed with a look of defeat. "Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not even sure if that's what we've really been fighting about at all."

Just as Harry was about to speak, Hermione sprang into the room and glared at Ron. "Where have you been?" She asked with a snarl.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked. He looked pretty frightened, but Hermione ignored it.

"You were supposed to meet me in the commons ten minutes ago. I've been sitting there, waiting for you, and you-"

"Uh, hey Hermione!" Harry cut in. It was as though Hermione hadn't seen him at all.

"Hi, Harry." Hermione said, though she didn't look at him. She continued to glare at Ron, who visibly gulped under the intense amount of anger in her searing eyes.

"I…Hermione, I've only been ten minutes." He protested.

"Ron," Hermione said with a frown. "I have something important to tell you."

Ron inhaled deeply, then nodded. "I suppose I had it coming. I'm sorry, Hermione."

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you breaking up with me?" Ron asked, although he was begging with his eyes for her not to.

Hermione let out a loud laugh, before slumping onto the bed next to Ron. "No," She said with a smile. "It's better than that. But we're still in school. I don't see how we can possibly manage. I don't think they even allow pregnant witches here in Hogwarts. Although since it is our last year here-"

"You…You're pregnant?" Ron asked, jumping to his feet to stare down at Hermione. "How? When?"

Hermione grinned at Ron. "Well, I've been pregnant for about three weeks, so I think it happened on-"

"Please, spare me details." Harry interrupted with a cringe.

Hermione grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Harry."

Ron continued to gape down at Hermione, mouth open. "You mean…you're pregnant?" Harry smiled and sat up.

"Maybe I should leave you guys alone." He said, reaching for the doorknob.

Ron and Hermione completely ignored him, Ron still staring down at Hermione. Hermione was starting to become slightly worried. "You had to have known something like this would happen, Ron." She said. "We didn't use any protection."

Harry winced and quickly left the room just as Ron was stating something along the lines of "Well, protection doesn't do that much anyway! I didn't think we'd need it!"

When he left the commons, Neville was standing at the portrait of the no-longer-there fat lady, hands buried deeply in his pockets. "Oh, hey Harry. I thought you went down to breakfast in the Great Hall," He greeted. "How'd you get in there?"

"Oh, Ron came out this morning and let me up. You were still asleep. I guess we forgot about you for a while. Sorry about that." Neville nodded and was about to go into their commons before the portrait shut, leaving them stranded again, when Harry placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't if I were you," He said as a warning. "Hermione's just announced that she's pregnant to Ron. I have a feeling that no one in Gryffindor wants to be there when Ron finally digests that."

"Why not?"

Harry laughed. "Just trust me," He assured, leading Neville by the arm down to the Great Hall.

Neville sat down on the bench and Harry sat across from him, reaching immediately for the toast and coffee. "Should tell the others?" Neville asked, taking a bite of his own toast.

Harry looked over at Ginny, who was having a rather animated conversation with Dean about the riot that would surely be caused once everyone in potions figured out that she and a couple of friends from Hufflepuff had switched the real cauldrons with fake ones from her brothers' shop, with a dejected-looking Seamus sitting off to one side. Harry made a note of remembering this important fact, before deciding. "They have the right to know," He said with a shrug.

"Hey, Seamus," Neville said, deciding that the safest approach would be to tell Seamus first. It was a commonly known fact that Seamus was, to put it gently, a loud mouth. If Neville told Seamus first, everyone in Gryffindor house, if not the whole school, was bound to know before noon. "Guess what?"

Seamus looked up at Neville with a scowl that told him that he was in a rather sulky mood, and though this was one bit of juicy information, Seamus couldn't have cared less at that moment. "What?" He snapped, biting into a bit of bacon, then throwing it onto his plate in disgust.

Neville looked over at Harry with a smile, then looked back at Seamus. "Well, I just thought you'd like to know that Ron's got Hermione pregnant." He said, beaming.

"He…he what?" This came from Ginny, who had stopped all conversation to see what had Seamus' panties in a bunch. "Oh, wait 'til mum finds out. She'll be raving mad, she will."

Seamus raised an eyebrow. "How far along is she?" He asked, finally interested.

Neville shrugged and looked to Harry to fill in the gaps. "Well, she said she was about three weeks," Harry supplied with a shrug.

"She doesn't seem the type to go off and get pregnant, does she? No offence or anything, Ginny, but if anyone was to do it, I would have thought it would be you," Dean said.

"Who's pregnant?" Some second year girl, who's name Harry had never bothered to remember, was sitting about three people down from Seamus and decided that this would be the perfect time to interrupt.

"Hermione," Seamus said, not even noticing who had asked the question because he was more interested in the fact that Ginny, though playfully, had slapped Dean, who was shocked by just exactly how strong she was.

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By dinnertime, everyone knew. Girls sitting at the Ravenclaw table kept sneaking glances at Hermione and shaking their heads in disappointment. People over at the Slytherin table were whispering behind their hands and staring blatantly at them, which made it alright for Draco to be shooting the looks he was at Harry (who was sitting next to Hermione) under the disguise of throwing disgusted looks at Hermione. The Gryffindors were the loudest of the houses, some congratulating Ron at having "knocked up" Hermione, which earned withering glares from the afore mentioned girl, and others asking Hermione if she knew the gender yet. The people at Hufflepuff seemed to be the only ones unaffected. It was as though they had expected it.

Harry tried to ignore the heated glances he was receiving from Draco by looking anywhere but at him. He at first tried to look at Hermione and listen to what she and Lavender were on about (something like how much Hermione was going to change over the upcoming months, and how much Hermione had read up about pregnancies. Having been an only child, she hadn't exactly been exposed to this information, but it only figured that she had already read about it and was prepared for almost anything). Then, having failed at that, Harry tried to focus on Ginny, who was talking with Ron about any wedding plans that might suddenly pop up sometime soon.

Ron was looking rather flustered, and seemed to want nothing more than to go to bed, but Hermione was clutching at his arm and every time Ron tried to pull away, whether to get food or to do anything else, she immediately yanked him closer to herself and forced a large grin onto her face, though one would have had to have been rather thick if they hadn't realized it was fake. Harry felt rather sorry for them.

It was a commonly known fact that once a man had a woman pregnant, he was immediately expected to marry her. Since Ron and Hermione were still in school, some of their rights had been restricted, though married students were allowed to attend Hogwarts. If the child was born out of wedlock, Ron's family might disown him, as any good, Pureblooded wizards would do (though this probably would not happen to Hermione, as her parents were muggle and held different morals, and Harry didn't think Ron's parents would do that, no matter what was expected of them). Of course they had choices, but if the child was to be born in wedlock, they would have to get married sometime over the holidays. And though Ron's family would be overjoyed, as everyone had expected Ron and Hermione to get married some day anyway, they would probably not have enough money to whip up a (good) wedding as soon as was needed.

Harry sighed as once again, his eyes were drawn to the blonde that was staring at him from across the room. Draco's eyes were scorching with unconcealed lust, which sent little pricks similar to needle stabs all through Harry's body. It was as if Draco was eating him with his eyes, the way they roamed openly over Harry's body. Though the lust in Draco's eyes could have easily been mistaken for hate by someone who had not spent much time with Draco (though Harry could hardly say that he had; a few snog sessions in hallways and the kitchens hardly counted for spending time together), Harry could easily decipher each of Draco's feelings. When this had begun, though, Harry had no clue. And he wasn't quite sure if he liked this new development.

The tingling sensation was growing stronger, and soon Harry was too dizzy to see straight. The tingling that had once been quite a pleasant sensation had now become painful stabs to his flesh, each one stronger and harder than the last. Harry found he was having trouble breathing, and before anyone even noticed that something was wrong, he had collapsed.

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Draco blinked to get his vision back to normal. The last thing he remembered was staring at Harry, trying to tell him with his eyes that he wanted to meet somewhere secluded. Now here he was, staring up at a ghostly white-blue ceiling that seemed very familiar. With a groan, he rolled over, and nearly rolled off of the soft bed that he was on, albeit rather uncomfortably positioned.

When he tried to roll over, he could feel something warm and lumpy pressed up against him, which felt very much akin to human flesh; very toned, attractive, and most definitely male flesh. With his brow furrowed, he sat up and stared down at a very messy head of black hair which belonged to the body that was snuggled up tightly against him.

"Harry?" Draco tried to ask, but his voice came out as a dry, croaky whisper. Draco couldn't understand what had happened, or why he was here; with Harry, no less. Harry shifted at the sound of his voice, and with a moan, clutched Draco tightly to his body before letting out one loud snore. Draco groaned as he was pulled even tighter against Harry, but found that this position was much more comfortable than his usual sleeping arrangements. Laying his head on Harry's shoulder, Draco was soon asleep in minutes.

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Harry could feel something hard prodding into his hip. Though he tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, he soon found that he couldn't, and opened his eyes only to stare straight into Draco's own glistening grey pools. It was still slightly dark outside, though the sun was starting to peek over the horizon. Harry was caught up in Draco's eyes, and didn't even notice when Draco leaned closer for a kiss. When Harry's lips were caught off guard he moaned, and in Draco's tongue slipped. Harry closed his eyes as Draco stroked his tongue with his own, and his arms snaked unconsciously around Draco's torso, pulling him closer for better access as he tilted his head slightly to allow Draco's tongue deeper into the velvety depths of his mouth.

Draco's hand trailed down to Harry's hip, and he yanked Harry closer to him, the friction of their bodies through their clothes causing his eyes to flutter. Though both were very turned on, Draco was put off by their positions on the bed. This was quickly changed, however, when Draco flipped onto his back and pulled a very willing Harry on top of him, never breaking their kiss. Harry sighed as he leaned down onto Draco, using his chest for support as he ravished Draco's lips. Draco had thought that he was in charge, but Harry was going to show him.

Reaching his unoccupied hands down to where Draco's shirt ended, Harry yanked until all of the buttons popped off and the shirt was dangling on Draco's arms. With Draco's chest exposed, Harry couldn't resist the temptation to lean down and lavish it with licks and kisses, and he did just that, much to the surprise of Draco.

Just then, the door to the Hospital wing creaked open, and in walked Madam Pomfrey. "Oh, hello, boys." She greeted as she walked over to a table that had multiple potions on it. "Great to see you up and about." She turned her back to them and Harry could hear the clinking sounds of something being stirred. He and Draco shared a look and Harry blushed and pulled away.

"H-hello, Madam Pomfrey." Harry said with a slight stutter.

"'Morning, Harry. How was your sleep?" She asked with her back still turned to them. "Restful, I hope."

"Uh, yeah," Harry said, rubbing the back of his head. "Actually I didn't wake up at all like I usually do."

"Oh, that's great." Madam Pomfrey continued to stir something, but as she turned around, Harry could see that it was a sickly purplish liquid, and she was stirring in a thick yellowish concoction that had the consistency of almost-finished Jell-o. She seemed rather distracted from the almost-conversation she and Harry were holding, and Draco shifted in the bed they were in as he eyeballed the potion Madam Promfrey was holding. "Oh, don't worry about this, Draco," She said as she continued to stir the rather nasty looking potion, which had turned a rather disgusting looking brown color. "It's not for you. It's for Harry."

Harry gulped. "F-for me? Why?"

Madam Pomfrey just grinned at Harry. "No worries, Harry, dear. It won't do you any harm."

Just then, Draco decided to point out something that Harry hadn't noticed. "What's that rancid smell?" Harry took a small whiff and choked. It smelled like a mixture of burnt hair and rubber, with the nasty lingering scent of bile.

Madam Pomfrey shot Draco a withering look, then turned to Harry. "Just take it, dear. It's for the best, I promise. You won't even notice the taste."

Harry pulled a face. "What does it do?"

Madam Pomfrey scrunched her face up in a mix between a scowl and a frown. "I can't really tell you, dear. But trust me when I say I would never give you anything that was life-threatening."

Draco snorted. "That smell is life-threatening." He stated with a sneer. "And if I don't get some fresh air," He added as he stood. "I'm going to vomit." With that, he walked out of the Hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey shooting another withering glance at him as he left, but doing nothing to stop him.

Harry blinked down at the potion that Madam Pomfrey had given him. "Why was Draco here?" He asked after a little while.

Madam Pomfrey, who was still glaring daggers at the door where Draco had exited from, said, "He collapsed moments after you did. Dear, something important is going on here, but I can't be the one to tell you what it is. Now, drink up." Madam Pomfrey turned to Harry and patted his shoulder, and when Harry lifted the horrid smelling concoction to his lips, she nodded encouragingly at him and made sure he drank the entire thing. He was almost successful, until the last little bit. He nearly threw up as he felt the slimy substance working its way down his throat, and the aftertaste it left was worse than some of the nasty diet foods his Aunt Petunia had forced him to endure while she tried to make Dudley lose some of his ever-present weight that made him closely resemble a pig.

When he was finished, Harry looked up to see that Madam Pomfrey was no longer standing beside him as he had thought she was. With a great heave, Harry leaned over the bed and was immediately reacquainted with the previous night's dinner. "Ugh," He groaned.

"Oh, very good, it's begun to work. Much sooner than I had thought it would." Madam Pomfrey nodded approvingly. "Now, the nausea should last for a good ten to twelve hours, so be prepared for that. In another few hours you should begin to have a headache, and a massive amount of stomach cramps should follow your bouts of vomiting. You may also experience excessive emotions, ranging from anything between anger and depression. I don't think you'll be feeling happy for another few days, though, my dear. I'm quite sorry."

Harry looked up at her, the hurt of her betrayal glistening in his eyes. "Why did I have to take that if it causes these things?" Harry asked accusingly. "I think I was just fine before you forced that bunch of rot down my throat!"

"Oh, Harry. These things are necessary to purge the soul of any corruptions. The same thing, though in a different form, will be given to Draco."

"Why?" Harry repeated.

"This is a common occurrence, Harry."

"But why?" Harry wailed.

"Harry, the soul has to be cleaned in order for it to be a whole once again. If it is not clean, horrid things will happen. You aren't a dark person, but if your soul has any corruptions as it is re-made whole, you will turn into a dark person."

"Re-made whole?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry. Draco is your soul mate."

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"I'm his what?" Draco howled at Dumbledore, who had caught him on his way out of the Hospital ward and had asked him to join him in his office for a long over-due chat.

"Soul mate." Dumbledore clarified. "Now, I didn't want to talk to just you about it, but as Harry is receiving his purging right now, I suppose I will have to. You have been experiencing sexual urges, have you not?" At the look of worry on Draco's face, Dumbledore continued. "Have no fear that these urges will not discontinue once your souls are made whole; they will be just as strong, if not stronger, but they will not be as frequent. You have both come of age now. Once every wizard comes of age, their soul immediately begins to look for its other half.

"Now, not very often does the soul find its other half; usually once every five centuries. Most times, the souls remain in halves, and wizards marry with someone of another half of a soul and they have a very happy, though not complete, marriage. Those who are lucky enough to find their other half have always been the strongest of wizards. This is because once the soul is whole, the soul can perform many feats that were unimaginable when they were only halves."

Draco swallowed thickly in a desperate attempt to wet his now dry mouth. "I…I thought those urges were just because he had cast a spell on me." Draco whined.

"Yes, and as it is, he did. Though he didn't do it on purpose; he didn't even do it consciously. You see, he may not recognize your soul, but his soul does, and it is trying everything in its power to make sure you are not separated. The only way to assure that is by completing the union, and the only way to do that is to…" Dumbledore trailed off, and with a flush, he stood and raised his wand to his temple to draw out a rather long string of silver and place it in his Pensieve.

Clearing his throat, he continued. "And his soul isn't the only one that has been doing things like this. Your bodies are like magnets for your souls. Once they connect, they are going to be rather hard to pull apart again; I should remind you that I am speaking of your bodies and not your souls. Once a soul has become complete, it will never be broken in half again. It is because of this that you, Draco, as well as Harry, will now be immortal. I am supposing you have not completed your bond with Harry?"

Draco had to stifle his gasp and shook his head violently. "No, sir." He agreed. Thoughts immediately flew through his head of how his father would react to this news, and what kinds of things he would try to put Draco up to once he was out of school, as his father fully expected for him to get marked.

"I see," Dumbledore said as he pulled another thought from his head and placed it in the swirling mass of silver that was inside his Pensieve. "Well, you and Harry are quite vulnerable right now, and will be for a short amount of time once the bond has been completed. Draco," Dumbledore's eyes fell on Draco and Draco shuddered at the seriousness they held. "Once your souls are complete, they will try to make another soul. It is said that a complete soul needs another half to keep it steady; a child. You and Harry are now capable of bearing children. And it is my theory that you will not only conceive one." He chuckled lightly and Draco didn't know whether the odd feeling in his face was a flush or if he was deathly pale.

"Now," Dumbledore said with a quite cheerful edge to his voice that hadn't been there before. "Though I have said that you will be immortal, you are still suspect to serious illnesses and wounds; do not think that you aren't. You cannot die, and Harry cannot die, hence Voldemort will have to die. But you can still suffer. Do not forget this." Draco gulped as Dumbledore's eyes fell upon him once more. "Lemon drop?" he asked, holding a crystal bowl of the yellow sweets out to him.

Draco shook his head fiercely. "I think I'm going to be si-" He was cut off as a large amount of sick spewed from his mouth. Dumbledore cringed as it came, but graciously cleaned it up with a flick of his wand when Draco was finished and offered a breath mint to him once he had gained back control of his breathing, which Draco more than willingly accepted.

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"Oh dear," Poppy slapped her hand over her mouth after she told Harry that Draco was his soul mate. "I shouldn't have said that. Albus seemed so keen to tell you. He wanted to tell you and Draco together, and now I've gone and spoiled it all!" She cried.

Harry looked at her curiously. "Soul mates?" He completely ignored the fact that Madam Pomfrey was trying to hold back tears, and she seemed to be much more emotional than she normally was.

"Yes, Harry. But now Albus is sure to be mad at me." With a sigh, Madam Pomfrey walked to her office, but not before muttering,"Damn this pregnancy and my irrational emotions!" Under her breath.

Harry's eyes widened and hegasped. "You...you'repregnant? What?"

"Oh!" Madam Pomfrey seemed to be utterly angry. "I should not have said that. I'm sorry, Harry, I could have sworn I was thinking that instead of saying it."

"You mean, they allow pregnancy here?"

"Well of course, Harry. Though only for seventh years and professors. You see, we lifted the ban about fifty years ago, when we realized we couldn't really stop them from conceiving no matter how hard we tried, and throwing out a pregnant woman is just not right. They deserve their education as well, and just because they're pregnant is by no means a reason to stop them from getting it."

"Oh, this is great!" Harry shouted, seeming to completely forget about the 'soul mates' thing for a few moments. "You see, Hermione is pregnant!"

"What a shame!" Madam Pomfrey immediately sympathized. "And there were such high hopes for that girl…"

"No!" Harry said. "This is wonderful! Now she won't get expelled. I always knew Ron and Hermione would be together, but she got pregnant, and now they're all worried, and they have absolutely no reason to be!"

Poppy blinked. "Yes, well I suppose you're right." She said with a frown.

"How far are you?" Harry asked conversationally.

"Oh, about a two and a half months." She said. "But don't you go telling anyone. The only person who knows is Albus, and he's agreed to let me work until I can't work anymore. And after she's born,he's going to allow me to bring her to work with me until she's old enough to be coming here herself."

"When did you find out whatgender it was?" He asked, wonderinghow soon Hermione would be able totell,since she had told one of the Hufflepuff girls that she didn't know yet.

"Oh, I knew once she was concieved. There's a difference in each gender's magical signatures when they're babies. The males are a bit stronger than the females, hence the reason they cause more morning sickness. Girls are more active, though. Anyway, once I cast a simple spell to figure out if I was pregnant or not, I also cast another slightly more difficult spell to find out what the gender was. I think I was about two weeks along at that point."

Harry nodded. Then, just as Madam Pomfrey was walking back to her office,Harry looked up at her, a confused look on his face. "You're not married, are you?" Madam Pomfrey turned around, a strange look on her face."You're not wearing a ring." He pointed to her finger.

"Oh, no," She chuckled.

"Well then, who's the father?"

Madam Pomfrey flushed. "Harry, I hardly think you should be asking me these personal questions!" She exclaimed, her hand going to flutter over her heart to signify that she was flustered. "Curiosity killed the cat, after all!"

Harry blinked. "Well, it's got to be one of the professors." He said with a thoughtful look on his face. "Is it Professor Dumbledore?"

"No." Madam Pomfrey said, with a rather put off look on her face. "And I refuse to talk about this any further."

"It can't be Professor Flitwick, can it?" Harry pursued, as Madam Pomfrey turned on her heal and started to retreat to her office.

"No!" She said, and seemed rather hurt that Harry would suspect anything other than friendship between she and the Charms Professor.

"It's not…no, it couldn't be! Is it…Snape?"

At the stiffening of Madam Pomfrey's back, Harry knew he had hit the nail on the head, and cringed as he got a mental image of she and Professor Snape together.

"Professor Snape to you, young man."

"Madam Pomfrey, I uh…"

"It's quite all right, Mr. Potter. You need some rest." With that, she stalked out of the room, and Harry cringed. He had a feeling that though she said it was all right, it really wasn't. And something told him that he was in for a long, hard Hospital stay if he and the healer weren't getting on very well.

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A/N: I was going to make it longer, but I honestly was way too pooped, and my muses simply wouldn't allow it! ;Glares at muses angrily; I would murder them, but if I did things would be much worse than they now are, so I'll restrain myself. Hope you enjoyed this, and the next chapter should be up much sooner than this one was! (Hopefully! Let's hope my computer decides to cooperate ;crosses fingers; )