Chapter 14

It was the first Hogsmead weekend of the year. I was determined not to go, but Rainey dragged me out of the Great Hall right after breakfast, saying I had to go.

Filch was at the front of the group collecting permission slips. I turned to Rainey.

"Oh, well I guess I can't go, don't got a permission slip. Have fun." I started to turn around to walk back into the castle when I bumped into a tall figure dressed in all black.

"I think you might need this." He handed me a slip of paper and walked away before I could question it.

If the man wasn't bipolar, I was Merlin himself. I turned back to Rainey and found that Morgan was standing next to her.

"Yay! Now you can go, we're going to have soo much fun."

I sighed, damn you Snape. I handed my permission slip in and we started the long trip into Hogsmead. The whole way Rainey was talking rapidly with small comments from Morgan thrown in. Then I remembered something odd. I turned to Morgan.

"Where was your permission slip?" I asked.

"I don't have one."

"Didn't your parents sign?" Rainey asked.

"My parents are dead."

That shut Rainey up. It shut me up, too.

"Oh, there's Harry... I'll see you later." Morgan turned and left. Rainey pouted.

"She always ditches me for Harry Potter."

"Maybe she likes him." I suggested.

"I don't think she knows how." Rainey said.

I shrugged too, to be honest something about Morgan didn't sit right with me. Rainey was going bederk in Zonkos, buying everything in sight- I got nothing... I wasn't much of a practical joker. She went crazy in Honeydukes, too. I saw Draco at the counter and was unconsciously staring. I hadn't said a word to him since Snape denied everything about me...should I say something?

I was just gathering up my courage to go talk to him when someone bumped into me, knocking me to the floor. I threw out my hands to ship the impact and looked up to glare at the clumsy oaf who had run into me.

A women with stringy black hair and a face that looked like she hadn't eaten in a month was glaring down at me.

"Watch where your going little girl. You might get hurt."

There was a commotion behind me. Harry had whipped out his wand at the stranger. Morgan wasattempting to restrain him, but hadn't pulled out her wand.

"No...She...Sirius!" Harry hissed.

The woman turned to Harry. "I'll deal with you when I'm done with ehr."

Morgan pulled out her wand, but the woman pointed it at her.

"Don't even think about it."

She didn't even flinch. "That's Severus Snape's daughter you threatened."

Realization hit the woman's eyes- but it was quickly replaced with a malicious smirk.

"He doesn't have a daughter."

"Aunt Bella."

Draco said as he helped me up, disregarding the wands pointing between everyone.

"Draco. I hope my sister is well."

"Yes, Aunt Bella. Mother is doing fine."

"Good."

"Aunt Bella, this is Sydney Longbottom."

"You know this...this..."

Draco nodded. "I know this pureblood."

Harry snorted from the side.

"She's in Slytherin with me." Draco continued. I was thankful for his intorvention. "Oh, and this is Morgan Lewis." He said, indicating Morgan.

"We've met before." she said through clenched teeth. Morgan was indifferent.

Draco laced his arm around my waist, what was he doing?

"It was nice seeing you, Aunt Bella. I'll be sure to give mother your best."

Draco spun me around and led me out of the shop. When we were standing in the middle of the street, I pushed his arm off and spun to face him.

"That was your Aunt? God I'd hate to meet your mother. What was that all that?" I demanded. "They look like they have history."

"They do."

I turned to go. He grabbed my hand, forcing me to face him again. I wasn't expecting an assault, but he grabbed my back pulled me close, and made out with me in the middle of Hogsmead. I didn't pull away. I... I liked it.

"Let's go get lunch." He said finally ending the kiss.

"Rainey wanted me to hang out with her."

"She's such an air head, she wouldn't even notice."

"She knows a lot she's just slow sometimes." I argued.

"Come on." He said, pulling my waist closer and whispering in my ear. "Let's just go. Don't you want to hang out without some child tagging along?"

"She's my best friend. She stuck by me through all the hard times. I'd appreciate you unhanding me," My voice got deadly calm on the last part.

He smirked. "Unhand you? What am I, a murderer?"

"I'll be one if you don't let me go." I warned.

He didn't listen to me. He moved to kiss me again, to attempt to win me over. My open fist collided with his check.

"I said let go. I don't like being man handled.