Hey guys,

I want you to check out this story I'm co-writing with one of my best friends. It's a Draco/Ginny Story called "tales of a broom closet." It's amazing so if you like D&G you should check it out. I hope you like the new chapter but I am only going to put up the next one when it has at least three comments.

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Chapter two: Yes.

I raced through the doors Harry, Harry, where's Harry!? I NEEDED to find him. NOW. I managed to get to the dinning hall. Seamus. Great.

"O' 'ey there Her-'"

"Have you seen Harry!?" I said, interrupting him. He was confused by my urgency.

"Um… no, not since this morn-'"

I didn't wait for him to answer. I couldn't. I walked passed Seamus further into the dinning hall.

"Have you seen Harry? Have you seen Harry? Has ANYONE seen Harry?"

Nothing. I'll try the common room. I raced to the stairs, if they even TRIED to switch directions I swear… HARRY!! There he was, sitting on the stairs, smug. Almost Malfoy smug. Something was wrong, he seamed almost cocky. This wasn't Harry, it couldn't have been. This Arrogant little prat could not be my courageous, loyal, brave and shy friend of whom I loved. This wasn't him.

"Hey Hermione! There's Quittage practice and well… I was wondering if you could 'help' me with the Potions homework." Yes, this was him.

"Harry! I've been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been?"

"Can't seem to get enough of me can you?"

"What's wrong with you?! You look almost like Malfoy the way you're looking at me."

"DON'T, say his name to me."

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Well I could say the same thing about you last night; you were quite the saucy minx."

"What the Bloody Hell Happened Last Night!!" Oh no "… did we…?"

"Well….depends on what '…' is."

"Did… we… did we… shag?"

"NO! No! We only snogged."

"WE SNOGGED!?"

"Umm…maybe…I guess…"

"YOU GUESS!? IT'S A YES OR NO QUESTION."

It got silent. I stared deeply into his eyes, mystery, and concern. Where's my Harry…I could feel the moisture of my eyes but I tried to keep that concealed. We gazed at each other for a minute, it seamed like an eternity. His face fell the second he noticed the small droplets of water gathering in the corner of my eyes, slowly falling off the edges off my face. I turned away, preparing myself to run when I heard his small, meek voice utter the words I so desperately pleaded he wouldn't.

"Yes."

This changes everything. Nothing will ever be the same. We crossed a line that should never have been crossed. Harry and I had always just been friends and we knew that both of us would never act the same with each other. We were no more. My already turned body continued out the door.

***

"And so I came here."

While reliving the experience I kept my eyes tight, closed. I tried to picture it. I tried desperately to pick up a hint, a missing piece that would help me uncover what truly happened last night. I could simply go ask Harry because by my understanding, we spent most of the night together, but I couldn't bring myself to face him again.

My eyes loosened up and I could now see the office I had spent the last several hours in. I opened my eyes, still damp from the tears. The walls where a light shade of blue, the ceiling: creamy white, the floor: wood. To distract myself for several seconds, I glared at the long pieces of lumber that composed the ground. Professor McGonagall was staring at me the entire time. I know, only nerds and weirdoes talk to their teachers when they have problems but I needed to tell someone, even if it was a teacher. I took another sip of my memory potion.

"Hermione, What if I told you there was a way to know what truly happened last night."

"I'm through investigating and I'm NOT going to ask Harry."

"I know what happened last night."

"Well…Can you tell me?"

"No, but what if I could show you."