I received a personal message, where someone asked me to continue this story. I had a half finished chapter, and too much time over Christmas. I will try and finish in another chapter or two. Sorry.

Chapter 11

Hermione walked through the empty corridor holding the hand of her now boyfriend. God what a weird word to describe Theodore Nott. Considering that they were possibly the only students who were technically allowed to be wandering the corridors right now she didn't feel too guilty. She discounted the room full of 40 other assorted students who were probably doing wicked things in the classroom she had just left, but she had told McGonagall she would do rounds, so she had elected to bring her boyfriend with her. If they happened to kiss a little bit on the way, it was just part of getting the job done, it was barely slowing them down. It was a happy silence as they traipsed tipsily around Hogwarts. They paused outside a classroom.

"I definitely think we need to check in here" Nott said, looking at her through his eyelashes.

"I can't hear anything in there, and there isn't even a light on!" Hermione replied beginning to move on.

"I think we should just be certain" he replied, opening the door and pulling her into the room.

The kissing was definitely slowing them down.

When they finally extricated themselves from the room, Hermione was smoothing her dress.

"We're never going to get these rounds done if we have to stop at every classroom"

"Ok, just the ones with big enough desks" Nott replied.

They giggled and ran down the corridor. Well Theo ran, Hermione sort of hopped to the best of her heels ability.

"This is ridiculous" sighed Theo as he crouched in front of Hermione "Get on, we haven't got all night", he hoisted her into a piggy back and they raced through the corridor in a slightly less than professional manner. Rounding a corner, they came upon a very skeptical looking McGonagall.

"Shit."

"Shit, indeed, Mr. Nott, and Miss. Granger."

Hermione slid off Theo's back and looked at McGonagall with a look of fear that Nott had never seen before.

"Professor, I am so sorry, we were doing rounds and got a little bit carried away and then my shoes hurt."

McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "So Mr. Nott decided to carry you? Because you were wearing stilettoes for rounds, a practical choice I am sure, and Mr. Nott seems to be a much more efficient method of transportation for your duties"

Theo decided now was his moment to cut in

"Professor, I had taken Hermione out on a date, and we returned because we remembered she was on duty, completely my fault, I always take too long with pudding."

"A date? Miss. Granger, can you confirm?"

Hermione held her breath for a second, but remembered how much good the parties were doing for inter year relations, and also just they were god damn fun. "Yes, professor, a date."

"Ha!" Hermione and Theo looked perplexed "Ha! Ha!" McGonagall laughed "Flitwick owes me money! Carry on with your duties, please complete them with the level of effort I would expect, not just that which you can muster in each other's presence" She began to walk away, "Oh, and Nott, I want the party to wrap up in around an hour, make sure it happens 'Mr. Chairman'."

Hermione and Theo were left standing in shock.

Draco and Ginny were sat by the lake. Well more accurately Draco was sat by the lake, Ginny was sat on Draco, and neither of them were really aware of their surroundings. After having exited the building the two had made their way into the grounds, before Draco had dragged her to the broom shed. He grabbed his Firebolt, now a practically vintage model, and motioned for her to get on. She rolled her eyes but still got on the broom, and then they had soared through the sky. Draco may not quite be Harry on a broom, but he had a strangely strong way of flying. Even movement was decisive and sure, that of someone who has been flying for years. She still could have given him some tips, but that was just who she was as a person. She felt his arms wrap around her and she shivered slightly as he circled the lake one more time before coming to land at the shore. They were both breathing heavily, and something about the flying had brought out the raw teenage sexuality. Or maybe it might have just delayed it. Anyway, they were enjoying their escape to the dark waters. Draco brushed Ginny's hair behind her ear and gently kissed her once more, as she felt his arms, the coil of his muscle. They had both sobered up slightly, and Ginny could not work out how she was feeling. Draco already knew how he was feeling. As it turns out, guilt is an ugly emotion, that often can manifest in aggression, or even actions one lives to regret. She pushed Draco away from her and stared at him for a second before standing up.

"I can't do this."

"You could do it a little bit?" Draco tried to reason

"No, I love Harry, he's wonderful to me, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing with you, what I was trying to achieve."

"Well I would have said sex" came the drawling reply "or at least some excitement"

"Well you're excited enough for the both of us, I have to go, I have to apologise."

She picked up his broom, and made to kick off the earth

"Hang on gun ho gal" Darcy exclaimed, leaping to his feet "You can't just take my broom?!"

"I need to go tell Harry I love him. Now."

"And say what? You just came from almost shacking up with his mortal enemy?"

"Voldemort was his mortal enemy"

"Semantics, but anyway you can't do that" He stood and took the broom from her hands

"Give it back Malfoy"

"Make me"

She lunged for it, but he was ready, holding her back with one strong arm, and holding the broom outstretched in the other.

"No. I can't let you leave me here like some hussy"

"But I have to go back, I need him to know, because I can't keep lying and pretending I'm indifferent, that he's not right, I just thought he wasn't right now." Tears were beginning to spill from her eyes as she continued to reach for the broom. Draco stopped forcing her away.

"I didn't realize it was like that, I just..." she had the broom out of his hands in seconds and was already hovering.

"I had 6 brothers, of course I can fake cry" She began to move off

"Oh for fucks sake, he fucked Cho" Malfoy half yelled. He was pissed as he sat down.

The ground practically shuddered as she landed again.

"He did what?!"

I don't know, its all shit, but apparently one person enjoys it, and who am I, if not to indulge the minority. Also flattery gets you everywhere, so thank you Molly for your message.